Little Moments
People have normalized
holding hands,
little touches,
hugs,
and eye contact.
But for me,
they are never just ordinary.
I want to hold his hand
and walk with him
on long, quiet night walks.
I want to accidentally brush against him
and feel butterflies
flutter somewhere in my stomach.
I want him to hug me
when the world feels cruel,
when everything feels a little too heavy.
I want to get lost in his eyes,
because sometimes
they speak louder
than words ever could.
These little moments
may seem ordinary to others,
but to me,
they are everything.
Because lust could never understand
the comfort hidden
in these little moments.
For me,
they are not just touches,
not just hugs,
not just glances.
They are where
I find my comfort.
They are where
I find my happiness.
I still wrestle the vessel,
that spread till it nestled.
It seeded, impeded,
then fed on what bled!
Now I can't seem to find,
all the shrapnel behind.
Like an ostrich, instead,
that just buries his head, in sand...
...castles that keep, cheap seated,
seats the lowliest class.
They just wiggle and squirm,
just like worms up my...
...and as deeper they go,
like this carnival show,
that teases then breezes,
away with my dough!
The sight of the beautiful robin,
Softly, carefully, landing on the ground,
He sounds so sweet when chirping,
Such a pleasant sound.
It is early morning time,
He has arrived for his daily feed,
And he is so happy,
To receive the daily seeds.
He joins me in the garden,
And often stays a little while,
He will return again tomorrow,
He brings joy and makes me smile!
Prince Harry had a barber, name of Ross
Prince wouldn't pay what a good haircut cost
So Ross chopped off his head
Left Prince Harry for dead
Epitaph read: England's gain ~ Meghan's loss
Little life, unnoticed living
Ghostly presence, quiet leaving
After lunch, without a cause
You’ll be mentioned, I suppose
Like they speak of summer days
Drowned too soon in autumn haze
It’s futile to speculate
Was it little life, or great
It depends on point of view
That no one will share with you..
Everywhere you turn an opportunity
To rise and shine
But with every rise the potential to fall
And so with such abundance
And opportunity at our fingertips
We have become a nation of fearful
Nervous Nellies
Under a sky perpetually falling
Health, wealth, friends, family, environment
Each rich and just waiting to be mined
For all that can go wrong
Don’t even think of leaving the safety
Of your secure little nest
With its confirmation biases
And tunnel visions
A wild world awaits
Ready, willing and able
To eat you whole
Better to just stay inside
In the confines of your own safe space
And consume as much fear-p*rn
As you possibly can
It is your only hope, your only chance
To keep the wolves at bay.
And for your children?
Well, if you’ve been foolish enough
To take that route
And so take the tumble
Down that rabbit hole,
Don’t let them out of your sight,
Keep them plugged in and tuned out
And everything will be alright.
(10/2/30)
Little Lolita was a feminine sweet-tempered girl
frilly and lacy with a large forehead curl
heels she wore were nineteen inches too high
her hair is piled up, to reach stars in the sky
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
Little Lolita, as intelligent and bright as the stars
descended from a long line of Russian Czars
an urban beauty who was born in New York City
avid conversationalist whose gossip is exceedingly witty
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
We want the best for our heroine, she makes us smile
I sing her praises as I clean out my pig’s awful stile
I found a lone wing --
the cat seemed sleepy
and content;
the mouse took an extra
swallow of whatever no
hurried breath to vent;
the sun had one less shadow
to cast less intent;
the tree branched a sign
cozy nest for rent --
and I continued raking….
The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
An older poem of mine reposted for the Halloween season
Little by little,
Voitek, Maserati.
Cooperation without hesitation.
The veil hasn't lifted, the dog is present in this fog.
Yet, I am joyous,
ecstatic. I am
ever so grateful to you Lord,
for those beautiful angels around me,
always willing to lend a helping hand.
So I give thanks to the Lord,
for his mercy is everlasting.
As long as I breathe,
I haven't lost.
The little folk dance
And laugh with glee,
Sticking their tongues out
And pointing at me,
With my head in a hole
And my feet up a tree.
They aren't the key to anything
But they put the key in your hand
Nothing to unlock or access
You may wobble
But you'll still stand....
Could you stand it?
To be alright-
To be ok without being
When you plan it
You build a kite
Untethered to what you're seeing.
Yes, the smallest things,
can control the outcome of,
the biggest events.
Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
They sat at the table
Casting lots for my demise
Totally unaware of my Master
With many connections and many eyes
He had already sent agents
To observe and make reports
Gathering the TRUTH
About what the deceived purport
They accepted her presence
But their plan was to use and pay
Obligation would run her legs
But the bit of money would make her stay
They had no idea she was bought
Paid for by the sacrifice of LOVE
All of her work on territory
Is never what the user is thinking of
"She's here to do our bidding
We say move and there she goes
Poor little slave girl with no money
Tossed about with every wind that blows"
In the midst of the brewing storm
A tornado of dust arose
The little slave girl, safe in the closet
While the fear kings perish in what LOVE knows
...TRUTH stands
as a little slave girl
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-21-2026
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