Long Decked Poems
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Who would answer if I knocked?
A little gnome in stripey socks.
Would he call out, “ Who dares to knock.”?
Or sic on me his pet blue fox.
Would it be a lonely hobbit
wearing cobbled boots he wears by habit
and a cobwebbed hat of furry rabbit
Sipping mead from a wobbly goblet?
It doesn’t look like a fairy would
for it isn’t decked how a fairy twould
with childhood dreams and elfinwood
Convinced I am of the likelihood.
Who ever lives in this tiny abode
Their door to the world has long been closed.
Where a peaceful meadow once outflowed,
Paved up to the door by a busy road.
Whether the weather
necessitates to anchor
myself as a tether
when the frankenstorm
socks the east coast
shredding terrestrial
zone like soft leather
i may end up attired
in esprit de corpse
being tossed hither and yon
to and fro like a feather.
If...the forecast imbues
meteorologists flooded with folly
making a mockery
of humanity run amuck
in panic mode - by golly
this mortal male will don himself as
"the chief garbage" taster
with a garland of holly
shuffling along the
boulevard of broken
tin cans and rubbish
feigning to be melancholy.
This getup a throw
back to a costume
adorned this papa when
he attended grade school
eons ago, where corporal punishment
prevailed in case
student disavowed any rule
such as smoking in the boys' room
cigarette such
manufactured by Kent or kool
or lambasting any unlikable teacher,
(whose bookish face) at
receiving end of
pranks rather cruel.
So...presume that Halloween
will take place without any axe
of nature to grind monster
brewing at sea
and picture this poet decked
out dumpster diving
for the most fetid trash
and materiel with cracks
to be affixed upon
a heavy duty sack
with goop from
sullied foodstuffs -
a cause for glee
rotten meat infested
with maggots, shards of glass,
crushed metal cans,
et cetera to the max
will be haphazardly splayed
(Jackson Pollack like)
on this sturdy cloth
that will drape me
spurring a conga like of hungry beasts
ready go pounce – menacing
ferocious wolf packs
adding to the welter per helter skelter
of decayed detritus distributed
from head to knee
and a set of punishing
pronged antlers spiking out
in all directions upon
ma noggin-hence to tax
utmost fear in passersby, and quite
an abominable sight to see.
Funny how independence
Can blind lack of choice
The feel of wheels
Silencing the roaring voice
Yellow, plain, drab
But it got me to my destination
Blaring the AM radio
While I chalked my delineation
Finally, graduating my goal
So I got myself a present
I wanted roast duck
But the dealership gave me pheasant
My partner wrecked my present
And took my decision power away
Every body I got was good for a time
Then turned to clay
Finally, free to be me
......WHO'S THAT......
Blindly I walked onto lots
Expecting care and compassion
They just wanted to sell, me,
A body decked in the latest fashion
Upside down, Topsy- Turvy
Became my new way of existence
No wrecks to report
In my system resistance
Finally, my wheels were given back
My name swiped with black ink
All that I tried to build
Now with dirty dishes, in the kitchen sink
I'm left with ME
Without deceit running about
The journey is arduous
But I'm finally finding out
.....I'm worth loving
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2024
Your breath continuous, ceaseless, endless
Happening on its own without any efforts on your part
Ever given it a thought?
How can anything happen on its own?
Not only breathing but all internal activities of body
digestion, circulation, excretion, reproduction
happen without human intervention
Who does them?
This happened when I was in twenties
As a spiritual seeker desiring salvation,
I went to a spiritual Guru and attended her discourses
One day, as I was busy cooking in kitchen,
I saw her in front of me -
Her face and shoulders in air, smiling she blessed me.
I could feel a white luminous light flow from her towards me
Then something amazing happened
I felt my body was lifeless covering of something
I felt no pain, no feelings, no tiredness
I was detached from the body
When I closed my eyes and looked within the body I saw many things
On the right side of my chest was a nude man sitting in
meditation pose hands one above other on his thighs
On the left side of chest was a Goddess sitting on a lotus
She was fully decked in ornaments, wearing a saree, blessing all with her hand
I saw many men working relentlessly
This lasted for many days
I didn't know how to handle it
Prayed to my master to take me a step further
But it disappeared
I was convinced I am not the body
All activities within body are done by many
One person, maybe God or soul controls them
13.08.2021
For :
As we be breathed
Unseeking Seeker
bundled in warm clothes
tuque down to my nose
pretty fluffy red mittens
layers at my neck soft as kittens
let the winds howl
and the snow fall
christmas less than a month away
keeping naughty thoughts at bay
counting down the days with glee
putting up the christmas tree
hanging stockings with our names
dreams of fancy toys and games
made a list for santa claus
hoping for a gift decked with four paws
mugs of cocoa with some marshmallows
wrapping presents with big bows
licking spoons with cookie dough
singing christmas carols on the radio
jitterbugs and odds and ends
inviting over family and friends
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021
A pageant of hued flappers drapes the air,
where maiden butterflies awake upon
fresh tunes gliding in crystal winged sensation:
how beautiful they are, enough to initiate
my own spring of rebirth as April endows
this hint of childlike wonder: my breath emerging
while rafters explode in velvet glow… tossed petals
unfurling their limbs while monarchs circle along
ovules with flamenco swings, so luminous.
Much like this season they are born from, rustlings
weave a glazed ascent in radiant pirouette
of joy: I encounter a different scene, a different
potion of life through this moth-like shimmer
from laced nights: at last, spring’s bosom is decked
in flickers that my own awakening yields
to this cycle’s homage for butterflies’ swift magic :
tassels waltzing… until their charmed life- spans are done.
For Rob Carmack's Screwed X111 Contest
Resubmitted 4/25/2016
Magical snow on a scintillating Christmas night
spreading endless love and gracious blessings,
evergreens decked and shining bright,
wondrous snowflakes twinkling shimmering ~
spreading endless love and gracious blessings
harmony and peace nature brings
wondrous snowflakes twinkling shimmering
world turns into a joyful dream~
harmony and peace nature brings
Christmas spirit upholds compassion
world turns into a joyful dream
care true essence and sheer devotion ~
Christmas spirit upholds compassion
evergreens decked and shining bright,
care true essence and sheer devotion
magical snow on a scintillating Christmas night ~
November 27, 2021
"Old or New Pantoum" Poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Magnificent Willow stands in silent prayer,
calm and composed,
so does the unruffled Evergreen,
stretching its arms in thankfulness,
decked with shimmering snow-pellets,
gleaming and glistening as the countless stars are,
in the absolute harmony of the magnanimous cosmos
Majestic jewellery adorned.
It's Christmas!
symbolizing the spirit of kindness, love, compassion, joy...
I glimpse through the hazy window-panes,
world around me dazzling with shiny snow,
reminiscences of many delightful Christmas days
roll through my thoughts,
an open album of heartfelt memories!
Of boxes, ribbons, and golden bows,
sprinkles, silver bells, and cookies...
of family rejoicing together...
of extending generous support to the needy.
A tranquil, serene night,
mesmerizing snow, falling uninterrupted, unhindered,
envelop the entire universe around me.
I ponder my life of multi-coloured hues,
in every snowflake I behold,
the inspiring dreams, the fervent hopes,
the intense ebullience -
for ever crystallized.
A Strand - 1046 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Within satin muslin decked coffin, sleep peaceful,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Tomb, the womb of nature, has its grandeur and style,
Ask your guardian-angel! Make your stay blissful!
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Body might decompose into bone - nerve - flesh pile,
Dwell, like a zen cloister; make life calm and graceful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
You are, like a seed; you might remain for a while,
Each trial you face will make your journey tranquil;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Tell yourself stories that could make your stay worthwhile,
Bright corners must make you feel heartily thankful;
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
Midst thunder, you'll see the son of man's arrival,
Hold on him and remain, for his graces, grateful;
Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!
15 April 2022
From stark equinox, a cold wind blows
Maiden Winter closes the final rose,
Now she stands at the frosted gate
Decked in pristine robe so ornate
Dusted leaves drift from balding trees;
Crowning tiny pearls of arctic breeze.
Her wand sparks pale Eos’ quiet thrill
Quilts of eyelids wake on threadbare hill,
Soon kingdom’s carpet will turn to steel
And dashes of fairies pour a misty reel.
All snow -bound hours and icy nights
Blinkies*, a million twinkling lights
Scatter their magical flakes once again,
For powdered toes to whisk on capped lane.
And so the frigid bouquets will cling
Till crystals explode across Beira’s* wing.
©
*Eos- Greek Titan goddess of dawn
*Blinkies—Jamaican term for fireflies
*Beira—Celtic goddess of Winter
Fairy Tails Contest by nette onclaud