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Hurry, bustle, run about
No one is slow and sure
Oh, I'm irritated by others
And what I must endure
Sharp, brisk, even crude
Words have no cushion
Oh, I'm tired of being strong
For the steel blades pushin'
...the flesh
Eyes, always leering, nearing, gearing
For the moment to take and grab
Oh, I'm being suspicious, cautious
Against all those who want what I have
Tongues wagging, swagging, bragging
About wealth accumulated and worn
Oh, I'm sad I have nothing to share
Wearing old clothes, stained and torn
...the mind
Degrees and titles that attach
Making names great among men
Oh, I'm being ashamed of my record
Showing my education couldn't bring me to win
Streets, roads, highways, even paths
Lined with gap between the walls
I'm drawing the line right here
Where dishonor lives and falls
...the spirit
Measuring difference between what is
And what we want to be true
Is the gap that is created in reality
Where "the self" can not accept "you"
The walk of LOVE in our everyday lives
Erects mirrors to show us the way
When we look and see what is judged
The acceptance and connection will slay
...the matter
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-27-2026
SNOW WHITE
Sparkling snow shows dazzling show.
Jingle bells nod heads to and fro,
Sweet lemon fragrance starts to flow,
Happy in snow- white panorama
Glamorous Snow drops always search
Snowy rock shed to hide and perch
Ivory white bark of Himalayan birch
Happy in snow- white panorama
Splendid snow- flakes grow without murmur
Witch hazel blooms in red yellow cluster
blaze like little sun in snow cold winter
Happy in snow white panorama
Winter berry sprays lipstick red blossoms
Rose like camellia joyfully blooms
Mock rush erects spikes in pompous looks
Happy in snow- white panorama
Showy snow, nice ice in North and South Pole
Snow white peace claims bright brilliant role
Snow-dense heart, snow-charmed mind, snow-glowed soul
Happy in snow- white panorama
Anisha Dutta
11/11/15
For Contest Favorite old poem
Sponsor Judy Konos
Thumb crush caterpillar fuzz follicle woven wire bent
Pipe cleaner indetectibly clamps fluttery paper crepe
Tiny tear splinter injury etched on crinkled parchment
Puncture forms an institute to forthwith contemplate
Together classified as flower, louloudia beauty flaunt
Plumage lurid thrives beside finite petal flop contrast
Tactical iron hand velvet glove primes formal contort
Proclamations crafted after careful strategy prefaced
Ruffled rogue construct erects its garish occupation
Origami hegemony laughs at limp stemmed genuine
Traditional rotted rose heavy heads rely on hydration
Pointed silver skewer stamen expands phenomenon
Sixteenth February
- Pseudo Society -
When you feel sick, shadows take their place,
I long to hold you, touch your gentle face.
Yet barriers rise, unseen but firm and tall,
They keep me distant, though I give my all.
I dream of walking through the stormy air,
To whisper comfort, show how much I care.
But fate erects a wall I cannot cross,
And every step feels heavy with its loss.
Still in my silence, prayers surround your bed,
Soft wings of hope will circle where you tread.
Though I am far, my spirit stays so near,
It fights the distance, conquers doubt and fear.
When sick fades, may sunshine warm your sky,
No chains, no walls, no shadows to deny.
For then, at last, my love will freely flow,
Beside your soul, the place I long to go.
He who is silent is often the most brilliant of men,
He doesn’t throw his plastic bottles into the sea,
He walks in the forest, so as not to offend anyone,
He knows that under the stone there are vipers,
He who is silent, can build a castle,
Away from the world, in the black mountains,
In Naples or Veneto, in the Rhine valley,
It erects a keep that resists the icy winters,
Whoever keeps quiet, can limp across Arizona,
He finds the light hidden from the other puppets,
He writes poems for Indians and bears,
He sees what cosmonauts and presidents think,
He who is silent, admires the cruise ships,
He knows the value of the silence of the high mountains,
He knows how to rise above vulgar men,
And find a road that even the gods don’t know.
! Alas when I am often frozen, and or so cold;
I feel my skins sparkle, a risen
My state of my skin in excitement, chilled or in pains;
I a risen
Small bumps appear on the surface of my skin
As my hair erects, by this effect
Rounded dots do emerge stimulus neurotransmitter;
The cold has just given me goosebumps
Spiritual chills often directed from guided Angels;
transient paresthesia confirming an underlying truth;
Spiritual chills one of the first psychic senses to open up skin tissue loose
skin tingling, tingling, tingling hair erecting microscopic bumps risen up
and goosebumps are often for those on a spiritual path
whether they done something wrong or right
2/25/20
For N-A Rerun 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
written on 11/6/19 entry date
For original "Goosebumps Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
GARDEN IN SPRING
At my garden gate guests are greeted by Magnolia tree
Witch hazel shrubs show spring blooms
displaying glittering golden touch.
Small bulbs of scilla in sapphire blossom.
Deepest pleasure dances in delightful daffodils.
Rhododendron erects arrogant perches holding scarlet posies
Muscars embrace glossy green grass under tall tulips.
Primrose seems jewel of garden on sudden glance
Hyacinths garnish garden gorgeous glorious
in color and fragrance.
Peonies on hedge shrubs peep at end of Spring
Spring gust blows ringing wind chime
once gifted by my Dad,
bringing His blessings
02/22/19
Re-edited on 03/12/22
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Contest by Regina Mc kuIntosh
Soul passion is not a simple task.
This is grasped as a soulful bask,
To reserve one's sound mind and soul,
To your loved ones, but not a hack.
They set down those blessed vows as rule,
In a precise scheme, that's the goal,
Since the pen-pusher by now knew,
I don't dismiss the budding role.
Spot our bloodline evolved and grew,
When our souls stand, sorely renew,
Our feelings may become muddled,
With the one, we esteem for true.
Life's chore complications crumbled,
May seldom grasp its rate stumbled,
And shepherd a partner or spouse,
Too wide, gloom, and bleak shaft fumbled.
Although, we relinquish word swears,
To be prized, esteemed with obeys,
to discard each other as well,
our arduous traipse continues.
Our sound bodies are shaped well,
that's why many of us can tell,
In the sort of low dust and grime,
Into the scum of smeared lust, dull.
So, within, there is creed sublime,
Stumbles is near the end of time,
It discloses straight to our thoughts,
And unholy erects in slime.
Attempting to maintain our wrought,
Is challenging without a brought,
One should reach out to the other,
And squabbles should be held as naught.
Such misgivings may be utter,
Despite this, your tongue is tender,
Those who have shown anxiety,
have a rough time seemly hover.
Ne'er deem without proof utterly,
Or to be selfish and greedy,
Doubt is a marked first point of this,
We judge that evil eats, truly.
Don't put your faith in people's glitz,
Since he, too, is made of brain blitz,
Believe in God with all your heart,
He'll view through, stow you on the ritz.
Written: May 11, 2022
—after a remark attributed to Albert Einstein—
There are convictions hid beneath the skin
of every ordinary afternoon, whose proofs
arrive before the intellect can rise
to crown them with its late authority. Thus once
I watched a father, bearing broth upstairs,
halt midway where a child's thin coughing broke
the architecture of his practised tread;
one hand still held the bowl, the other reached
as though the stair itself required a pulse.
The soup grew cold. No ordinance was lost.
Yet something in the house had altered weight.
The mason laying stone while thinking still
of yesterday erects another wall
than he whose whole consent descends through wrist
into the waiting weight. The orchard knows
which hand arrived entire. The apple keeps
a season no inspection ever finds.
I saw two lovers at a crossing once.
The city's engines gathered in their throats;
red brake-lamps flowered beneath a lowering rain.
He bent to meet her mouth. Yet all the while
his glance kept reckonings with passing steel,
with painted lanes, with mirrors and with haste.
She smiled; perhaps she never marked the theft.
The kiss came back with less of itself in it,
like rain returning from a roof of slate.
The organist whose fingers found each chord
while counting hidden debts awakened wood,
but something left before the anthem breathed.
I know that absence. Many nights my own
guitar received obedient hands alone.
No string accused me. Still, one listening note
remained outside the music all evening,
as though the room had lent it other work.
The hawk descends with every feather sworn.
The river reaches sea without debate.
No flame consults another element.
Then something entered for which sight possessed
no elder tense.
Two candles stood apart.
Neither declined, nor leaned, nor touched the air.
Yet after they were lit, the darker one
began to cast the brighter one's shadow.
Nothing thereafter seemed to keep its name.
Years later I passed that same crossing.
Rain gathered where the traffic used to wait.
Upon the rail, one swallow settled first.
The second circled twice, then folded all
its sky into the space beside the first.
Neither of them looked anywhere else.
Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised
Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain
Skeletal inertia, rhythm devoid
Famine implores an acapella anthem
Ombre eddy erects florid flare
Defeat lifts dervish dust gust tantrum
Flora dispose organs in despair
Epic inhaling opens ochre heart agra
Graveyard stone crack, wizened
Stagnation signposts an outback saga
Wilderness lawless Lord's a miser
Nascent cloud keloid, corregated iron
Smudge underlining lead pencil
Silver wing budgie blue dome imbibing
Sketch of refreshment torrential
Fills floor chasms with wetting orgasms
Overflow bubbles gradual absorb
Drenches trenches in splattered spasms
Feast ragged roots grab, gorged
Euphoria fondles fragility fresh fortified
Grateful graziers finally exhale
Saturate surges billabong snake revived
Wily eolian egg protect prevail
11th January
Written to recall our end of year
sprint to interesting mineral rich
Mt. Isa