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Expectations of the newly wed
Are higher than the sky,
To live in passion until they're dead
With life as easy as pie.
Expectations change with the years.
A more subdued view is found.
Through the ups and downs, smiles and tears
We expect our love to stick around.
Expectations years after the vow
Revolve around loyalty and trust.
Love is rarely mentioned now
But companionship is a must.
We expect our mate to be true
And to be there by our side.
To comfort us when we're blue
And till the end of days abide.
Those expectations of our youth
We've forgotten along the way.
We've settled for a different truth,
That the romance doesn't always stay.
for Paula Swanson's "Meeting Expectations " contest
But she sees things
In a different light
Where most would land
She takes flight
What seems simple to most
She couldn’t quite master
Her peers, on a float
She’s climbing a ladder
Some things, however,
Come easy as pie
She’s witty and clever
She sees the big why
A word generator
And charmer to boot
High class negotiator
And a looker too
An artist of course
A starving dreamer
Acknowledged the source
Friendly demeanor
Sprucing up the world
With aesthetic hues
Such a colorful girl
Liberal views
Never an outcast
In her circle
Her horizons vast
From yellow to purple
Her equivalent bubble
Housed all walks of life
For, she knows the struggle
Of balancing the line
("Zero Point of Creation", 2018, original encaustic)
In Praise of Mindlessness
I’ve sought and found mindlessness in a variety of ways
From dancing to climbing, meditating and painting,
but in retirement I find it easiest mowing the arboretum.
As I weave in and out of the randomly placed trees and shrubs
and regularly spaced irrigation pipes
I seek the novel and fresh at every turn.
It’s best when I find it
unexpectedly zipping off in a new direction
exploring new paths, carving new patterns.
In these moments there is a rush
as the spontaneous surprises me, creativity takes hold,
and I can’t help but ride the moment.
I’ve spent years aiming for this moment on a cushion
and find poetic justice
in the fact it is at last as easy as pie in retirement.
Of course it’s not true mindlessness
after that initial spontaneous instant.
I have to make sure I don’t drive over anything.
But the random is always an option, and eagerly seeking it
leads me to fall, or in this case, drive
into spontaneous mindlessness again, and again.
.
The joy that accompanies the mindless
is what interests me most.
It’s a self-contained joy that feeds on and for itself.
The German word, ‘funktionslust’ describes it best.
The joy an animal gets doing what it’s meant to do
which of course means it just gets better at doing it.
This is how birds learn to fly and primates climb,
how yogis become accomplished doing nothing and going nowhere,
and how lazy old men get the lawn mowed, with effortless joy.
(9/2/23)
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
Everyone feels the pressure of stress,
Your environment is the ultimate test.
Whether it’s on a job or in life,
Not everything is as easy as pie.
People are often blind to complexity,
Steady crying about your personal issues,
Countless factors hidden in mentality.
Oblivious to the tissues next to you.
Focusing on little details is not a crime,
Stress can be like a ticking time bomb.
Taking things, a single step at a time,
Assists me in staying steady and calm.
Relax and take a deep breath,
Creating stress only leads to death.
However, if I breathe slow and chill,
I will overcome life’s stress windmill.
Facing mounting pressure to do
What you really don't want to do?
That's easy as pie; holler a firm no!
Saddled with white elephant unasked for?
Say no and quickly return to sender!
The cackling devil tempts you
With enticing bait,
And threatens dire consequences
Should you reject it? Just do. Say hell no!
Beat him at his own diabolical game;
Make him taste his vile medicine
Should he tell you to dance for him.
Yes, it's funny to tell him lies, my chum.
Just tell him..."I'm sorry, I've got two left feet!"
Date written: 09/27/2021
What is life?is it lying to people that are counting on you being there for them? Is it flinching their back and talking about them even if they are right there with you? Is it having someone you just met looking at you and them calling you their friend and then they up and leave you hanging? Why must life.be this darn hard and painful?
Life is hard, life is painful, life isn't always easy as pie.. but people always say, hang in there and deal with it..well sometimes I don't want to deal with being hurt all the time, when I find out I have crossed the line, again, because I wasn't taught how to obey boundaries, and to respect others, how can I be held accountable for something I never was taught.
My shell I want to shed, but yet it's a safe place to bed, for I was there for most of my life, it's all I knew for most of my young and adult life. Shall I come out to the world and see if I get hurt or stay inside the shell and say oh well, the choice is hard, for either way I go, I will be ridiculed.
I see an bald eagle soaring high above, he is so free, soaring high in the clear blue sky, they are liking for a safe place to nest,maybe I will offer it my shell, because at least something that majestic meaningful, will have a safe home, because I have decided to leave this earth, for life is about being 're_birthed..
I journey in thoughts in breathless strolls
every turn straightened, and bumps made smooth
my life whose trust in God, faith controls
pass sparked eyes, climbed smiles, the wealth of souls
perks in life that gift my heart and soothe
Be the stills of the night that shades day
the noontime of Spring and Summer Eve
and Autumn colors having their weigh
to impress snowflakes, window display
roam throughout my blest years I achieve
At work, everything is play by play
but I shake and bake, easy as pie
friends for lunch at a sidewalk cafe
at the church, had communion and pray
then trekked home, smiling that satisfy
The internal spirit externals
the facts of my life great from the start
each passing day juices my kernels
joy jogged entries, my daily journals
when my life part, find me in your heart.
First came the gods of old
Who made man their ants
"They can walk our stones
To bind power to this land"
Then came the violence of men
And the right to rule for kings
"Upon the backs of servants
Our stones will bring
......honor"
Then came a god
Who wrote on the stone
Commandments claiming
He alone
..............................is G...O...D
War after war
Battle after Battle
Back and forth with spirit and nature
Mystery remains
Man explores
Meaning of the word "nomenclature"
The more knowledge is gained
Ignorance abounds
Lack of awe
Is the assurance, Wisdom will NOT be found
For those who seek a name
On the walls of womb
Not devised by creation
The ONE to whom
Word and Deed belong
Forgave without hesitation
But forgiveness doesn't negate responsibility!!!
When the stones walked to Throne
The crown was laid to the ground
He took up suffering on a cross
And laid His life down
All manner of right to rule
On His created land
Was forfeited when LOVE
Brought Wisdom to clothe His naked man
Hearts of stone
Have been turned in to flesh
The Spirit of God
Has brought the soul to rest
So in the end
The sorting is easy as pie
Those who have names on stones
Are above those they left to die
~A Legacy of Pride~
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10/09/2020
Note: I have my reasons, and they are many. God knows them, and I left the justice with Him.
You can't see through me,
My soul gets in the way.
Good intentions can be easily identified upon my handkerchief that you call a sleeve.
Fear hides in front of my goodness.
Laziness puts off the perfect.
A perfection that is beyond possible.
As easy as pie...
My soul is in turmoil.
Turn that cheek or lend that seat.
I'm so far beyond my core beliefs that only yesterday seemed steadfast.
People used to say.
"You're a great guy!"
I believed them for quite sometime.
Until one day I asked myself;
"What have I actually done that is so freaking great?"
Not a damn thing!
Sure, I have always had good intentions.
I mean, well, I guess what I am trying to say is
I mean well.
But good intentions don’t ge the job done.
And at the end of each day when I lay my head down to rest.
I sleep alone with my own self.
You can't see through me because my soul gets in the way.
9-20-16