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Diverse race, religion, sex, gender, caste and creed We are,
Despite that, We have come together so far.
Every God tells us to live alongside,
Yet We let even the minute difference push us away from each other wide.
Chasing power and not harmony,
We have not yet learnt from the lessons taught to us by Germany.
In killing and terrorizing some nations take pride,
The blood keeps flowing but has never dried.
Our silence is the cause of suffering,
Yet We are engrossed in our phones despite our minds buffering.
We are like a beautiful bird with different colours of feather,
Why can’t We keep aside the differences and come together?
Wars and bloodshed must cease,
If not, will our children know the meaning of peace?
Every life on this planet is worth and must not be played with like a toy,
We aspire to cry together basking in the tears of joy.
Every atrocity will be, by Him, accounted for,
Humanity can only win by losing the war.
Vindication by arguments of choice,
controlled egos justification by voice.
Behaving that provide a power decision,
circumstance to create false vision.
Presumed facts to align justification,
politics and its pathetic sensation.
Inferior reasons crying for an acknowledged act,
attention seeking become an criminal fact.
The names of the desperate decorating every corner,
for the state of justified great job mourner.
The accounted right of just, free from guilt,
the act of the state in the name of God to be killed.
Justification of human rights in wicked hands,
perjuries and its titled legacies in demands.
Fanatic delusion from colorful comic books,
not justified hero syndromes in tragic pain as it looks.
Impossibilities and its boundary limitation,
the human mind in dark consideration.
Responsibilities by conscious action,
are worth more than any justified distraction.
Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr...
February third two thousand and twenty
Yours truly secreted away
within heavenly nook
upon secluded hideaway property
2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook
myself to safe haven took
catch rays (sunbeams),
while crossword puzzle book
(moderately challenging)
draped across lap,
fast forward hours later
(think 11:08 PM)
ruminating idea for poem
analogous to experience
being "on tenterhook"
essentially writer's H&R block
accounted for sullen mood,
no idea how to brook
shining figurative searchlight
across fifty shades
of gray (gobletty) germane glock
kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc
mine complex thinker
attempting to cook
up reasonable rhyme word
earning accolade yumzook.
Whew in nick of time satisfactory
notion dawned before dawn
after (believe me you) me entire
body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn
until... lo and behold preceding and
following mental juices did spawn
hoopfully noah intent
to affect extreme creative brawn
merely to entertain any passerby
hmm... perhaps even a
celebrity named Goldie Hawn
probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn,
a cute girl (now grown woman)
who also attended
Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
ah... once a pawn
a time, when boyhood found me
blissfully daydreaming,
hankering, and luxuriating
within overgrown lawn,
where no trace of civilization
seen for bajillion miles,
an ideal environment
one lad extremely withdrawn
found sanctuary and
succumbed into deep sleep
after he did continuously yawn.
So happy to see your face
Yet I see concern on your line
I wonder if perception is playing
With what belief is trying to divine
How is it that easy to walk away
With a look of disdain
It's been years between our sorrow
Shall LOVE not gain
...an adult
If you would give me the time of day
I would tell you of my nights
Where terror tore at my flesh
While I struggled to break through light
If a moment is too long
Will you just see in my eyes,
That all I was, back then
Was tethered with Deception's lies
...a child
Oh, I see you, seeing
.....MEMORY...
She is no more
All her parts accounted for
At the foot of that CROSS
Where He gathered all my loss
....to make ME
Written by Trudy Shcrader on 09-20-2023
when i see that certain smile
it heightens moments
i feel more than approval
it is that playful adoration
that tells me
the heavens are at peace
no star out of alignment
flocks of wings in synchronicity
ocean breezes freely dancing in palms
pelicans gliding above waves
children raised hands down the slide
all the galaxies are accounted for
no nail missing in the structure
a building anticipation as the roller coaster
reaches its peak in the climb
the taste of cotton candy
already upon my tongue
in the fervent hope
that the smile is a promise
of the kiss to follow
the roller coaster now earthbound
the ones i cherish most deeply
approval in a moment
of playful adoration
it is when i wear a simper
you do that to me
shy and wanting to pull on pigtails
Oregon 9/22/26
That was the last call.
Aunt Rosie and the kids have left.
They’re safe
The rest have been accounted for.
It’s just us now.
Is everybody ready?
I never really thought this day could come.
Preparations aside, it was just a compulsive
precaution. Our family, friends, will we
ever see them, talk to them again?
How could we have done this to ourselves?
Funny, the things I think of at a time like this.
I got tickets to a Springsteen concert next month.
Who cares now?
Six months ago, when I bought them, I still had some trust.
Trust in the world, in our leaders. None
of this makes sense.
Do the egos of two men matter?
I remember as a child the grade school,
duck and cover drill.
I remember the black and yellow shelter signs.
That was over fifty years ago.
Have we learned nothing?
Come on, let’s go. It’s a bit of a drive.
They were accounted for,
officially dead at least,
but the sickening fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was still drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the afterlife.
Eventually, God pronounced.
“Right” he said, “right, okay,
this is a sales glitch really. We’re just not
packaging death attractively enough”.
However the missing dead never returned,
having found their own way
out of all that craziness.
Western Prairie Desert Dust. Tumbleweed fly. Howling winds, Shutters pounding houses. A former gas station once active in but now is a Greyhound Bus stop. The place being Howl Town, Arizona. The Ghost town had no trace of citizens visible. Were they still there? Bus passengers were asleep but suddenly awakened in the sunrise. The thought of Nightmare on Elm Street. Another male passenger was boarding for his start on the trip. He had an evil and sinister look. He maneuvered himself towards the back of the Greyhound bus. All the passengers didn’t want to fall back to sleep. No one knew what the male passenger was thinking because he talked to himself. His mind controlling his every thought. The Greyhound bus bound for Los Angeles had originated from New York City. Will the Greyhound bus passengers arrive at the designated finale safely or will it be the end of the road? The passengers wondered and attempted being prepared for anything. At least that is what they thought. Suddenly, the male passenger made his move scoping passenger after passenger. Immediately, one passenger was attacked with a big sword sharp, and his head was cut off and following more deadly manic murders. Passenger after passenger was a continuation of killings. The male passenger that boarded was Demon possessed, and it was kill, kill and kill. Some passengers even had skin torn from their faces with no recognition. While other passengers were stabbed hard to their chest. The Greyhound Bus Driver’s head was cut off and caused the bus to go out of control and falling deep down the mountain gorge and falling on its side. The bus burst into flames. Screams were made during the first attack. No warning. Breaking News flashed on TV News reported the bus crash, but it was announced no survivals. Yet the male passenger wasn’t accounted for. How did he escape, and what will be his next stop? For the Greyhound bus passengers, it was Detour miles of journey kill. The male passenger is now wanted Dead or Alive by authorities. A word of caution, your town could be next. Worry, worry, worry. Don’t go asleep as there is no promise you will wake up. The male passenger lurks and could be watching you right now.
Beware and alert. You have been warned.
Donut People
Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course
Another hole, another donut down
Finding the criminal intent within is not a sin
Each and every calorie must be accounted for
According to health reports and other sources
Sugar particles find their way to court
Another bite out of crime….(but what about the obvious holes in this story?)
Public opinion is all about perception and what went down
All energy and money spent takes time to digest as well
To track down lost donuts, confections imperfections
Bring it to just desserts and deliciousness of justice
Our dedicated police will not sleep on just one donut
Their job has just begun
All citizens of our fine town
Can rest assured…. (So let them sleep)
Why!...Some of my best friends are donuts…(the mayor shouts.)
There is nothing wrong with that
Knowing one is out there unconsumed….
Leaves donut people too confused
Children are donut people too
They eat them all, run back for more….Poof!.....They’re gone
Confectioner’s confess and conjecture
Did girls and boys steal or simply borrow them?
Dusting off sweet powder and tiny prints of suspects
Leads to one conclusion
Convictions are in order for any one large or small…mostly small
When donut snatchers perpetrate such crimes
Donut people have their rights to eat in peace
Protected from crumby children who steal their treats
Did you ever in your burdened heart ever ask God why?
Could a good and compassionate God ever create a hell?
An abode for fallen angels, Demons and lost souls to dwell?
May people have walked away from you. I know I used to be
numbered among the scorners and unbelievers.
Why would God allow mere people to endure both the
tribulation and great tribulation after the rapture of
his bride the church? I know I used to be among them
I would criticize both you and church attending Christians.
Those creatures and people who did want to follow you.
Certainly would not be any happier living among you!
Why did a loving God create the White Throne Judgement
and the Lake of Fire? Those angelic and demonic beings
who rebelled against you. Those people who refused to
call upon you. Have a final destination. They will have
sent themselves there.
In the last days all who call upon the name
of the Lord will be staved! I am one who
has called upon his name, have you?
You are a God of love but also a God of wrath
and judgement. May we be accounted worthy
to stand before you on the Day of the Lord!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 23, 2020