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Heat creeps across unsuspecting December
Screech of insects' pitch is matched to previous years
Mirror humidity shimmer doesn't remember
Last Summer a virus spread, inducing freshened fears
Wuhan's worst nightmare went worldwide, disease severe
Several thousand consecutive cases, shameful peak
Our Great Southern Land was not immune
Inbound travel halted, disallowed devastating leak
Early government fumbles, finger pointing ensued
Rapid lock down restrictions lifted by June
State border closures remained in place longer
A flare up occurred in Victoria, quarantine bungle
Vic. locked down, remaining economy grew stronger
Spread of virus in other countries spelt massive trouble
Neighbouring nations flip flopped with indecisive struggle
Spring saw Australia for the most part triumphant
Melbournites wore their masks extra month, assisted
Restrictions eased had little effect on usual daily function
Summer sees us hanging lights as though no Virus existed
Carbon Christmas displays blink brazenly, holiday spots listed
Continent apart from swathes of rampant tragedy
We browse store windows in Season's spirit, unconcerned
Saunter of Aussie camaraderie permeates happily
Disastrous for business, but for lots of folk, a forgotten term
Corona, a refreshing ale once again, smothered cheer returned
1st December 2020
Queensland, Australia
(devastating for many, - despite smug
tone of poem, I am deeply sorry)
I'm raised in SoCal, calm weather agrees,
and you, from Boston, know weather, severe.
Our states of mind match these climates I fear.
Like Winter sadness, leaves fall from your trees,
and then I'm missing those green absentees.
Like Summer, a hot flare up may appear.
The reasons are celestially unclear.
Oh, how will I deal with moods such as these?
Deciduous trees, specialists in change -
variety and beauty they will bring.
These shifts do add the color to my life,
as days with you I would never exchange.
In Winter, I am sure there will be Spring,
and I'm happy that I made you my wife.
Go ahead and
Flare up, scare up, even try to tare up
The seed in the ground
But soon you'll see
The sprout, wondering about, even a horrible draught
To show it's been found
.....in LOVE
Many hit against
A wall, trying to appall,the idea of The Fall
In the horrid flesh
But the spirit
Has produced, a tool that's loosed, and enduced
Unproductive labor to rest
...in Peace
Mind systems of fear
Can still inject, try to infect, move to reject the effect
Of the connection
But intimacy
Has stripped, gripped and tipped the soul
To yield its ********
...in Knowing
I am held by my Master
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-30-2018
I developed full blown flare up can’t breathe asthma at age 40, a fact.
Got tested and was told my triggers are Ragweed, pollen, oleander plants, perfume, latex and cat.
I had lived in a forest for nine years with all kinds of trees,
But no Cottonwood trees ever hit this forest’s breeze,
Proof I am an alien.
The norm in earth world of asthmatic is to be unable to breathe around a Cottonwood tree and be okay around oak or spruce or knotty pine.
Not the other way around, and my hearing, why is it tuned so ultra-fine?
You can whisper something so tiny no human can make it out except me.
I can get so worked up by 9 a sound in Japan makes me drop my morning tea.
Proof I am an alien.
I have a reversal reaction to medicinal powders and drugs.
What puts others instantly to snore-vile keeps me wide awake for three days.
Namely valium, sleeping pills, and other super relaxing drugs.
Sh, don’t tell the neighbors. But I suspect two of them already kind of know.
They have seen my yard piled high with six foot drifts of glistening snow.
in July.
proof I am an alien.
“When you feel like giving up, just remember the reason why you held on for so long.” – Unknown
Ponder all day in restless thought.
Dream of the day I am set free
Free from those who twist me in knots
Free to be myself, just me.
They say they’re there, just cease
What do I need from them?
What is so wrong with wanting peace?
This is my decision don’t condemn.
You say you love me, but which “me”?
The one you can mould or the one you fear?
You hold me close, like I cant get free
But hurt me when I get near.
You say you are confused, but are you?
You are always searching for more.
Your acceptance isn’t true
You leave me broken on the shore.
Searching for where I belong.
Useless here I have no choice,
Ideas rush cant stay this strong.
Crashing again, I have no voice
Incidents flare up and drain me
Death is all that understands.
Everlasting floating, being free.
No demands.
Spills of flowers everywhere - elation !
I love to water each petal with joy
Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations
I am a gardener named Helen of Troy
Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops
"love me like I am" says each bud to me
Blooming kisses and rosettes, Tipsy Red
they are my yellows just like bumblebees
Cascades of waterfall blossoms, dot . net
impearled in my heart - adorneth and loved.
Each floralette is like a classical fret
diminished by none, a flare up en-gloved
Whimsical gardens *** florescent tandems
I'm an anthem of glory... a willful mayhem!
Dress De Flor
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and dyed red.
The store owner's son
placed an order for a gown.
Dressmakers fear him.
"I want to impress,
have it ready by Sunday"
For your fiancée?
I’ll start right away.
"It’s for her bridal shower.
Just have it ready"...
..."I’m back for the dress.
It looks just like the picture.
I’m surely impressed.
How will she sit down?"
Just not on her derrière,
There was no time left
I Worked day and night
With the few days you gave me
Forgive me please sir.
Best for her to stand all day.
I broke a cup
from your slender shelf
It showed three cracks
and a grey patch
A cruelty
A smile from the teeth
A looking askance
at the ethicist
The eyebrows a little raised
A bird or two shut the wings
Two plus two four
this math received a jolt
The river though kept up its
murmuring flow
Bubbles and froth
in the cascade from my bones
clogged a few arteries in my system
The hands thought several times
to pick up the vacuum cleaner
and some fragrance
jasmine that you chose
Procrastination with a strong grip
held me in two thoughts
The sari and the suit still
in rhythmic steps
No heavy downpour
calling for a readjusted walk
The cracks would often
lift grey clouds in my sleep
A little girl with her fists clenched
A flare-up of anger
At the last dinner party
Everybody left
You were waiting for the car
I came close
and broke the lid on the pent-up charges
You smiled a little
your breath made the air heavy
The car arrived
Happy feet went inside
The bogeyman exists, influencing lives
through bigotry, hate, and violence.
In pursuit of promised happiness,
we often say and do illogical things.
Sometimes, the building blocks of trust
are laid upon weak, moral grounds.
And relationships are in jeopardy;
when we fail to communicate truthfully
with each other.
Time is neither good nor bad;
it's a constant current
of precious moments and heartaches,
memories formed with equal determination.
Lust accomplishes the role assigned to it;
but lacks the spontaneous heat required
to ignite love's eternal flame.
And so, it is two-dimensional,
satisfying urges and longings;
but lacking emotional depth.
Our hearts get tethered to feelings,
yet we often find ourselves
trespassing on the feelings of others;
with self-proclaimed justification.
For given the opportunity,
hate, festering within the human heart,
will flare up;
and consume us from our insides
like a cancer: for that is what it is.
Lynching Live; So What? Trumped-Up Normality Reins
Knee lynching streamed live,
Shadowed death’s source is revealed;
Justice remains blind!
Cameras roll, showing death’s shadowed
source.
Cameras don’t lie; streaming the truth of
live murder.
Oppressive actions of intentional racialism
unveiled;
Yet, lynched justice remains dangling on the
tree of life.
In oppression, when freedom fires flare-up,
Executive ordered murderers begin shooting;
Revealing despotic authority racialism controls.
With the support of blind justice’s unbalanced scales,
The justified lynching of hued citizens remains pandemic.
The pandemonium of the intentional killings of forested
black men
Has become as normal in America as its friend, out-right
abject racism;
And breaking news reporting of such is as much a crime as
living black.
Live streaming of First Amendment rights has been deemed
unacceptable
And will be dealt with as an aggregated affront against the
government;
Getting back to normal again has become the unleashing of
viral racism.
America boils,
The pot of death overflows;
Racist soup spilling…
Many rains ago,
Lynching blacks was quite normal;
Today, it still is…
The lessons of today’s liberation struggle
Must not be viewed as a virtual surrealism
But clearly realized that it’s graduation time
And all must strive to be valedictorians
Least we all will fail to cross the live stage;
Yes, we hued ones are all in this mess together
And anyone of us could be next victim, even you!