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The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.
The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd
Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.
The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.
I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.
I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.
Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.
My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.
Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.
To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.
Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.
How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.
I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.
I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.
My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure.
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.
Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone.
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.
In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.
Your face is like the rose in bloom,
A radiant charm in every room.
Its glow reflects a quiet light,
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.
Cover it with the veil so fine,
A treasure rare, a gift divine.
Let modesty guard this precious art,
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.
Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,
A sign of blessings rich and fair.
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,
And let it shine in rightful ways.
Your face is like the rose, so pure,
A creation crafted to endure.
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,
And let its fragrance fill the air.
Written: February 16, 2024
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thought".
Quote by Marcus Aurelius
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We remain drawn to places we recognize well.
A mirage of lovely sights where dreams swell.
Rumbling rain clouds—odd swirls—rise at the pond.
Whirling thrill, an ecstatic genesis, swirling beyond.
Standing face to face, level with the moon.
Do poets and stargazers witness novel swoons?
In fierce verdict, the moon has closed its eyes.
If the sun stops beaming, how will moonlight arise?
The clouds cover the stars, and ideas sparkle.
Moon may decode terms by light dots in partial
You may be a flame or a mirror; both emit light.
Yet a flame must endure, rambling as glass blight.
Never shall the sun set, nor the moon rise.
Now it's time to detect without any prize.
Return the favor to those who wronged me.
Pursuing revenge, this tale is timeless history.
There is an outcome to every deed.
We are bound by Newton's laws of flow heed.
Entrails broken down resolve the algorithm.
Gaze upon your rambling in the same rhythm.
Sample my gilded projectile—hear the blast.
That inspires fear and mystery—peace is the cast.
Witness the radiant beams piercing overnight.
That stumbles in the blink—of an eyesight.
They draw to ramble in the void space.
With shades of deep, melancholic grace.
Antagonism elicits rambling to grow and thrill.
A mute bird flies and glides in their quill.
Had he ever truly come close to me?
An ascetic appeared in the morning.
As nonchalant, he left casually.
My humble yearnings had expected something.
Had he paid any furtive attention?
Why had he come again at noon? By chance?
He had not lifted his eyes, but just gone !
My eyes were too eager to greet his glance.
Had he cherished shallow feelings for me?
Why had he ventured to enter my room?
Just to hold my hand, he did not feel free.
My tingling passion was about to bloom.
Had I lost my love? Had he come truly?
How could I endure? I loved him dearly.
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Lost and alone so far away,
Down and out with nothing to say.
Wondering if this will always be,
Wandering far from this, very me.
Gazing ahead, stillness as dead,
Wanting to just, be set free.
Faint and unsteady, shifting sand,
Reaching out, to Heaven with hand...
Yet, so alone...
Hoping to gain satisfaction from rain,
and finding nothing more than wetness.
Seeking past memories with weakening grasp,
Maybe I'd rather endure tetanus.
Having teeth pulled or re-socket a bone,
Scraping a chalkboard or being alone...
Loneliness is inside of one's heart,
In time, no healing, just tearing apart...
And... so alone...
Our God is a moving He never sits still
He's always has something happening but it's only at His will
Hold on it's coming God will restore
Hold it's coming God says just endure
On that day God will uproot all the bitterness
On that day God will display all His magnificence
Justice will be served God's grace will be assured
Hold it's coming God will restore
Those immigrants children locked in cages
Will one day be freed
Those corrupt politicians will soon be ousted
Because of their greed
The office of President will be reaffirmed
Once that malignant Trump is voted out
The river of racism running rampant in America
Will come to experience a drought
For nothing is hidden from God He sees all we do
The good, the bad, the evil and the acts of kindness through and through
As a nation we need to get it together so that we can be revived
With our faith and belief in the Lord God that which helped us survive
But first we can't be distracted by what it used to be and any doubts
We need a whole new mind set to allow God's wisdom in us to ring out
And we can't permit the unexpected turbulence of life
To knock us off our mission
As the road of life is hardly ever smooth
And you may experience a faulty transmission
So hold on it's coming God has a destination for you
Just please stand still and wait for Him to dispatch it through
Just remember to keep your eyes on the attitude indicators
That will signal strife
And stay focused on the road signs showing you
What God its doing in your life
Just don't look left and don't look right
Stay focused on what's ahead
For in order to go to a higher altitude
By the Holy Spirit you must be lead
Hold on it's coming
God's blessings are coming through
Hold on it's coming
God has a destiny for you
HOLD ON IT'S COMING
In retrospect, I should have paused this poetic video.
Were I a musician, I would put this moment to music.
Had I done so, there would have been permeating and heart
felt words flowing from the deepest portals of my heart.
It was a live medical scene involving my doctor, an RN,
and one other medical personnel. I saw the live scene today,
but it was later this evening when I felt the full impact.
And when I mused upon and felt that moment that took place
several hours ago, tears filled my eyes.
I was overwhelmed with the reality of three people in one
room, all of whom were centered upon my personal care.
I am not certain that this was the first time, but today,
I felt the power of their caring medical embrace. I am
certain that they did not feel as did I, because this is
their life. They do it with a sense of mission and purpose.
As a result, I and hundreds more are the richer for it.
As I look back in my mind's storage bind, I only wish that
I had said, "Please, Dr. Jones, can we pause this moment.
I must share with you, just now, how the engaging presence
of you and your medical team is speaking to me". No photograph
was required, but the picture of the four of us has arrested and
captured me; and I tell you, the power of that fleeting moment
will linger and endure for the rest of my life.
I do not know if medical teams like them ever hear such words from
their patients, but I am compelled to let them know that I was
greatly impacted by their care. There were also three others
occupied with my care. Much love and respect to them as well.
No. There was not a troubling scene causing stress or worry.
However, to me, there was simply that special moment that said,
"We got this". May the first mentioned three, who were at the same
time in the room speaking of my health issues with me, be made to
realize that their dedicated and caring work has been duly noted by me.
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Beneath the palm trees, silence weeps,
Where fields of sorrow hold secrets deep.
Echoes linger, soft yet clear,
The cries of the people that the world wouldn't hear.
Tamils, the people who are proud and strong,
Their voices are lost in history's song.
The government let our history be in blunder,
So let them suffer by a strike of thunder.
In Mullivaikkal's shadowed shore,
Footsteps fade, return no more.
Innocence lost in fury of fire,
Dreams consumed, and hope to expire.
The cries of the people are unheard and unseen,
Echo-like shadows where peace had been.
Our expressions have been gloomy and blue,
As this gruesome genocide had been a taboo.
Children's laughter stilled by war,
Mothers and wives waiting by an empty door.
An ancient language, a culture so bright,
Bore to witness to the darkest night.
A resilient culture, where hearts bled,
In every grain, are the tears we shed.
Our tears pour down like a waterfall,
As we are under the government's horrific thrall.
Bullets and voices drowned,
Yet the heart of the people beat unbound.
In the ashes, stories breathe,
Of love, of loss, of grief.
A genocide veiled by silent vast,
Wounds that live in the echoes of the past.
A woman wails like a banshee,
To hope to find an end to this grievous genocide.
We remember forgetting is a sin,
The lives that ended, the truth within.
Justice calls from distant cries,
Where the spirit of the people never dies.
Their spirit, broken and defiant,
Bearing the truth like a roaring giant.
The place where the tigers used to rule,
Is now the place where we are used as mules.
Tamils endure; their spirit is strong,
In every tear in every song.
The world may turn its face away,
But the memories rise within the dawn each day.
For justice, for peace, let us strive,
To keep their memory, their spirit alive.
Oh, let a saviour be born to protect and serve,
So could you help us be in peace and preserve?
I first met you
On a winged back chair
Sitting, awaiting
The freedom, already there
I didn't know your name
Your presence was blunt
No voices to entertain
Just the fear I refused to confront
You lingered in the air
No hand was ever extended
Uninvited, you stayed
Til all reason was defended
I wanted you gone
You never, freakin' speak
You just are
Like a sink that can't stop a leak
I couldn't endure your presence
But no door to go back
I had to walk in blindness
Without a weapon in my pack
I swear, you could slay dragons
No attack could ever prevail
Against the wound of humanity
Crucified by nails
...in silence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-30-2026