CINQUAIN ALLITERATIVE
come,could cheerless cloister commercialize classic crescendo
I investigate..& . imagine ..impeccable impracticable imitation
magniloquently monolingually monotonous merchantman manure me ...my megalocephaly moldy moonshine meteorite
to, trepan typicality through trogonidae tunelessly twirlingly their tantrum
simultaneously situatesmoothedspoke, stairwa
Neoliberal psychology
Guess work astrology
Ideology of technology
Not biology or zoology
Climate change tautology
More misled mythology
With plenty of misogyny
So don't be a progeny
Ruining our ecology
Perfidious methodology
Investigate the pathology
Dodgy as any theology
Populist prodigal prodigy
Just wild child kidology
That’s their anthology
Still we tighten our belt
But as we surely melt
Plead need oncology
For hand they've dealt
For everything smelt
Time for a heart felt
On bended knee knelt
Apology..!
homicide? Murder?
quickly a cold case
who was this angry?
unfathomable
a confused frenzy
many suspects
yellow black tape
police detectives
investigate
body found
tightly bound
tied and gagged
crime scene
murder
kill
Sitting on the couch
Of my own demise
Feeling judgment
In many wondering eyes
Watching the system
Move people like pawns
Place winners in silver and gold
And the loser in bronze
No one desires loss
Yet it comes to those in disguise
It is the return to stasis
That vanishes the lies
The gift of process is hidden
Like jewels taken by the ocean
Divers risk their lives for treasure
Given over to centuries of erosion
As I investigate the matter
On my god-given couch
I can see, with perfect clarity
That poor is the system and I got out
Resilience is the ability required
To process pain to action
But it is the gift of grace
That has enabled movement through every infraction
...and I am grateful
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-22-2026
Almost sixty years ago, my father
under suspicion, as a cattle rustler
Me a bit surprised
but it could have been as the title of a hustler
One day whilst in the dairy, my father with my brother milking cows
two young cops arrived to ask a leading question
Were you in such and such a paddock on such and such a day
if so what was your purpose, was put as a suggestion
They had evidence to support, that my father he did visit
That his actions in that paddock may be viewed as illicit
One cop from his pocket pulled a docket , that had been found
it was a receipt which displayed my fathers name
It was enough for them to investigate,
that's why to my father's property they came
To their leading question
what was it he was doing
I had a crap was his immediate reply
One young innocent cop asked my father what's a crap
They would have instantly known if my father said he was ........ a word that rhymes with ruing
perhaps my father would have had regrets if he had known what would later be brewing
NO CHARGES LAID
Before helping one who appears
Stuck in the mud,
Stop and think a minute.
Make sure he’s really mired
And wants your help,
And not just wallowing in it.
Our true nature is love and light and bliss
but to know this, ego must be exhumed,
that full in emptiness, nothing amiss,
beholding our heart lotus fully bloomed,
we rest in the void, with bliss mists perfumed.
On waking from sleep, ‘I-thought’ arises
and being its nature, mind apprises,
so in our waking state, investigate
the source of ‘I-thought’, till mind capsizes,
that light of truth dawns, in stillness sedate.
Awareness self-aware, free from ego,
is our pristine state when we get to know
that who we are in truth is living light,
free from delusion, aura pure like snow,
divine consciousness drenched in bliss delight.
Bliss holds attention in meditation,
being simply total thought cessation,
which is the means for us to become free,
feeling one at last with God’s creation,
as vibrant presence roaming earth carefree.
when they excavated my back yard they discovered dinosaur bones
It was an intact skeleton of a stegosaurus, and it bellowed at them.
Being men, they were afraid, and left the area, but not without screaming.
My girlfriends and I went out to investigate. One of them called her a fossil.
The skeleton cried. “I have a name,” she told us. It’s not Fossil!”
No one but me heard her, so I sent them home. I wanted her to myself.
Her name was Gladys, and she had been in the earth a long time.
I brought her into the house through the sliding door.
Taught her to cook, bake, and vacuum. We had a great life together.
I could not tell just anyone this, but you are my therapist, right?
Little Oreo’s Battle with Leo the Lion
It was a quiet day, a bit rainy with the sun coming through.
Oreo was relaxing by the window, taking in the sun.
Oreo didn’t know that Leo the Lion was breaking in to steal his food.
All of a sudden there was a noise, Oreo went to investigate.
Leo attacked Oreo and the fight started.
Oreo defended himself but gave Leo a beating
Then shoved Leo out of the house.
At last Oreo can sit in peace.
Hurray for Oreo.
we’re trapped in form but feel we’re more than this
and if we but pause to investigate
on thought cessation our heart’s filled with bliss
a magnetic pulse that does not abate
which takes us straight to God through heaven’s gate
thus first things first we must ask who am I
in as eternal light that does not die
Holding up traffic
is a terrible pileup
on the interstate -
the opposite side also
is slowed by rubberneckers
Many are injured
while six have been declared dead
as folks wonder why -
cops investigate the scene
while sirens are heard wailing
flung far from her car
lies a woman and cell phone
which has solved the case -
messaged at time of the crash:
“I am dying to get home”
They died in silence, but they died
They cried in silence, but they cried
They shrieked they shouted, who knew?
You ask why know, what could you do?
But you focus on some trendy cause
A life under a lamppost, to peer applause
Outside the light, the monsters roam
I don't see you straying out of the dome.
You live in a bubble, a bubble others made
Its a shallow pond in which you wade
confirmation bias, and a wrong path
Few people leave it, few do the math.
One day the fists will rattle your door,
You'll plead for reason, you'll ask "what for?"
So, investigate now, let the circle extend
When the mob refocuses, every man needs a friend.
I wrote this poem, after I read Raymond Ibrahim
He talked of places where some lose, some win
Lots of conflict of which I knew zero
I can't really help, but he's a hero.
You cheated in our relationship
You said one thing, and it was actually for another
Supposed to be number one
Turned out into no number at all
I was put on pause
You were the cause
Always stepping out
Here and there all about
Mr. Swinger and Ms. Slinger
Decided to investigate
Catch you in the act
Wasted no time
I found your address book
It wasn’t hard taking a look
Went on the mission quest
Spotted you sitting at the bar with some other women
Drinking to your heart’s content
Time was my pursuit
You acted surprised
You didn’t realize, but a camera pointed and now there is proof you cheated
Every excuse you tried
Nothing you said made any sense
You were busted on the spot
Now who is locked out now
Your female split and left swiftly
Never to return
When will you learn?
Now have a new attitude
As for you, now a conclude
Found someone else who loves me for me
He knows how to soothe
His dancing is ever smooth
A cheater locked out and loss
I was the forbidden force
Alone in your mess
So long sucker, you didn’t do your best
I could care less.
Cleopatra,
I investigate your eyes
through Nile mist that weaves,
jade butterflies that never fly
sable tresses hanging over leopards
bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers
Gilded diadems dance as burned suns
radiate from golden flakes of your crown
lightning demarcating the border between genius
— and ambition
wars are fought easier than your heart is won;
Cupid grieves your connections
Great men fear being made lesser by You
She of the God-like Mind
made Immortal for her Wise Counsel
I’m no prisoner of Fear nor Envy
nor Love
only Fate & Chance
Passionate war’s trompe-l’œil
Everything was upside, down and inside out
Snoopy neighbor heard a scream, and then a shout
Did you investigate? Asked the police.
Of course not, lied their lying niece.
She had sneaked up to their window and seen the whole thing.
But she wanted to save this info to go live on TV with Larry King
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