Long Dismissed Poems
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break and believe
in faith i dismiss, tree
though i exit
begone, and more
hide, in front of fair
let fall the tasting of me
blind is your loving waste
i'll be giant and brief
callousing the freckle you beg
did she get some off of you
casually?
did my decrepit posture run in cinders?
i have know in lies spiteful choicing you
that exit is only for the snakes sanity
she swam to the sleep longing for the sky
be leafs and fluster the scalding day for weakness
sing naught only become weaker fanning lessons
tree tops creek as billowing shame of you next
of you next, none have to know
where you dismissed life
none will follow, all are gone
It’s come once again, a new phase of life; and though change is sometimes hard to
comprehend.
Don’t worry, you’ll get settled in.
Then it will be time to move forward again;
And you may pretend this task is simple to do.
Your fearful and excited simultaneously; along with a little melancholy.
But you have to prepare for GOD’s great new gifts;
maybe peace or lesson that can’t be dismissed.
It’s all a part of your destiny, so settle with this formality.
Change your results because that’s your part to life’s test.
New with knowledge and an increasing faith, and know God’s waiting for you to
take your place.
SOoooo…appreciate your growing pains and you’ll surely get an A.
When should you get ready
to die…
When you’re old,
and the signs are in letters so big?
When should you get ready
to die…
When you’re young,
with it’s messages trapped in the wind?
When should you get ready
to die…
When it’s winter,
and the cold bellows loudly with fear?
When should you get ready
to die…
When it’s summer,
love teasing, its distraction so near?
When should you get ready
to die…
When your life has been bartered,
the present dismissed?
When should you get ready
to die…
When your soul has been mortgaged
—last payment remiss?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
—Premier Poets & Poor Poets—
They said the portal yielded unto all.
It yielded.
No herald challenged lineage or attire;
No statute, legible to mortal eyes,
Preferred one utterance before another.
Thus I believed that language, like the sun,
Acknowledged neither pedigree nor purse.
Then ordinance became horizon.
One poet spent the whole inheritance of breath,
His every constellation finding heaven,
His river consummating in the sea.
Another learnt the jurisprudence of
Curtailment, till omission counterfeited choice.
I buried not my words, but their leave to exist.
A father reached.
I forfeited the touch.
The tide arose.
I repossessed the wave.
Dawn entered.
I dismissed the sun.
The folio accepted all—
Save that whereby the whole became itself.
They praised restraint.
None elegised the harvest left unreaped.
Half of my poem survives only as the
future tense of grief.
Thereafter I discerned the selfsame order
Beyond the province of the written page.
Justice proclaimed one balance for us all;
Yet some departed carrying judgment home,
Whilst others bore procedure in its stead.
No canon sanctified the heavier purse.
It proved sufficient that accommodation
Should wear the countenance of equity.
So too with song.
Some never learn the sorrowful exactitude
Of amputating dawn
Until the fragment passes for the morn.
Even my unwritten stanzas have
learnt the etiquette of exclusion.
Therefore commend not these for austerity.
The truest cadence stands beyond your reading.
Some poets publish every word they write.
Some publish every word they are permitted.
The silence after my last line
knows the remainder by heart.
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
She had nearly forgotten them
Incorporating her experiences in her dreams
Pretending it did not happen
So she could remain free and unchained
She remembered waking up on their table
Being examined by creatures with bulb like heads
She sometimes sees the dark brown orbs peering
As the aliens picked up her appendages one by one
Dropping her flesh with disdain as they dismissed each
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
They took pieces she has never been able to salvage
They took her feelings of safety and her peace
They took her carefreeness and her uninhibited ways
Causing her to constantly be on guard and aware
She dared not speak of her abduction
If she wanted to stay free and normal
So she kept it to herself and it worried no one
Giving others the false sense of well-being
She had lost in the summer of 1997
As I solicitously walk the busy streets of the densely peopled city,
My eyes dart in a restless fashion as I survey the urban surrounds –
Shaking the hands of the occasional acquaintance or classmate,
Maybe some neighbor from home in the city to do official rounds.
Yet my mind cannot be occupied by the buzzing activity all around.
I can’t help thinking of Suzie and the graces she brings to my arid heart,
The smile she has brought to this solemn face that had dismissed love
As a cheap frivolity, and sought refuge in the satisfactions of superior art.
Suzie’s honest love has ruled my thoughts and chained my mind
To the rare sweet memories that so tightly tie, and so blindly bind.
He saw the car coming
From the back seat, unsecured
She was rushed to the hospital
Relatives silenced what he endured
Scared already of what could be
He fed the dogs as he should
The attack was intense and quick
As adults checked, that the dogs were good
He lost his home, community, friend
His dog, and way of life, left behind
His parents found the spirit
Security of a child given to the divine
Pushed out of the bed of a truck
By a friend who just wanted to see
If a little harm to another
Would end up how he thought it would be
Boys gotta be tough and unyielding
To every tragedy they've gone through
Dismissed and downplayed by adults
Who didn't want to deal with the task of being true
...to LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-24-2026
Jennifer Brea had encephalomyelitis
She was examined by the best and brightest
She was told that anxiety was the cause
These kinds of mistake should give us pause.
Heide Ferrer got tremors and vibrations
Told it was depression, imagine her frustrations.
She took her own life, long covid is now supposed
Another disease dismissed, not diagnosed.
Alison McCabe was in severe pain
She was told it was the flu, so why complain
But it was the side effect of iron infusion
It was the doctor, not her, who had the delusion
There are other cases, if you search you will find
There's a catch all basin of "all in your mind"
some patients even accused of seeking attention.
If docs don't know, maybe best course is abstention.
The process of elimination can be a dead end
If you assume its mental, patient may not mend.
But don't make the mind the dumping ground
For every mystery not yet found.
" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."
I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."
J.A.B. Copyright 2013
Confined in a building day in, day out,
their freedom was withheld; they couldn’t bear it
not a soul was even close to happy even though safe
every individual was depressed, and sleep was slow in coming
The days were lengthy and unfilled; their dismal outlook was not dismissed
The hours of darkness were long and the pillows chilly; After going through
such aloneness and sadness, Why go on living without faith?
The island of angels had many man made things from boxes with windows
and tubes that went boom when blowing out smoke to a large wooden dock
which even the Miwok hunters and fishers never knew of when the expansive
island was still empty and its beauty undisturbed, the magnificent bay full of fish
Today the island is still beautiful and very peaceful but exclusively occupied
and the coves open to sail boats many of which are tourists or picnickers who
Appreciate the scenery along with the peace and quiet of the bay but what is peace
Without the serenity of this island called Angel?