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All of my words are spent
It was words who rent…my soul
I have used them to bleed, need, plead
My case before those who judge, forcefully nudge, but never budge in the presence of
undying LOVE
No more…NO….MORE….
I will not take one more step, I will not move beyond
My humiliation
Is there no one to lift my head
A Prince, perhaps…
Stupid little girl, get a grip, take a tasty sip, maybe pooch your lip…
Faith, love, and hope
I have lifted my sword before
I have escaped darkness and know bondage no more
But live, to actually breathe in those three
Take hold of those powerful sources inside me
Requires great courage…of which…I have none
I thought I was a woman of light
A ray of hope piercing evil
I find myself lost in the mesh
Of all that is unbelievable
Wild, untouchable, undesirable
My heart is HIS
And I smile as I know what that means
I am not my own
And so, His blood has washed me clean
And I will know this sorrow NO MORE….
Written by Trudy Schrader 2010
Note: It is a hard lesson to learn...those who hold the power to love us to freedom also
has the power to destroy us. It's all in who you chose to give your power of choice to.
Love shows up, each time I close my eyes
Love shows up and asks me the reason why
I choose to keep away from it!
Having never any answer to give it,
It got fed up
And one night
As the winds howled
And the rains pelted
It forcefully grabbed my clenched fists
And placed them over a mirror
In which the glowing full moon was reflected!
Love then said, "You have no choice,
Like the rest of humankind
You shall have to live by my rules
Yes, you shall have to kill the demons
That have made of your heart, their dwelling
You shall have to open the windows thereof
Destroy everything that is moldy
Rusty and foul smelling
And immerse yourself with my essence
Yes, on this night, with this pact
Slaved you are to me
Your salvation shall come only through me!"
Love then left me and I opened my eyes
To my new reality
Pray, a bond I have with love
In a shadowy pact have I been sealed to it
Pray, whispered I to the reflected moon in the mirror
Help me fall in love
Order the mighty winds to blow me across my fated way
Allow the butterflies to fly me there where I'm awaited
Appeal to the sun so that it shines to me the right direction
Ask the birds to sing of joy when I choose the right option
And of gloom when I do not
Pray, such is needed
So that my pact turns out not void
And so that Love turns out to be pleased with me!
For Contest Help me Fall in Love
Written on 10th September 2017
Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat
Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability
linkedin with social anxiety)
chose the fork less traveled
aye pucker with sunken cheeks,
(especially without dentures)
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber
(think unclogging toilet)
please support your local bummer
back in the day one
long haired pencil neck geeks palled
around with another
hirsute nerd - Roger Kummerer,
(who both of us graduated Methacton
High School class of 1977),
and yours truly readily
admitting, alluding, and attesting
without shadow of doubt
representing the dumber
than rocks of said beastie boys
bandits, donning particolored pachyderm
gabardine garb getup trumpeting,
especially as Mummer
on each New Year's Day
with bare ass tuchus
excellently imitating courtesy said orifice
(as chief motormouth) sound
of combo motorboat hummer.
Ah... the joys of amazingly aging gracefully
happily recalling never being
beat into bloody pulp dully
imagining dimming sense and sensibility
before (appearing gratefully dead)
lifeless body dumped into gully
nonetheless all the while fully
maintaining conscious, and forcefully
summoning forth latent powers gleefully
choking living daylights masterfully
delivering just desserts upon Tom Viglione,
whose plaintive laments truthfully
resonate as blessed music
to ears unaccustomed hearing pitifully
sounding long overdue comeuppance
forever disbelieving wrongfully
perpetrated injustice
witnessed impossible mission
fueling an ordinarily meek lad
only in his dreams, he envisions zestfully.
Pugnacious thuggish hooligans... although
decades long since elapsed, whereby hoodlums
jockeyed to rain one after another verbal blow
threatening introverted diminutive boy
who, no surprise did eventually,
albeit (stuntedly) grow
(as an aside resembled anorexic
Santa Claus ho... ho... ho...)
still wracked, impacted, affected...,
this punster, he haint Joe
King, but upholds valuable humor less or mo'
feebly, lamely, and quirkily aspires toward po'
whit tree linkedin with infusing,
(no matter ex post facto)
freeing mine unsung hero.
Insane
Defiantly I admonish you to just leave me alone,
Stop following me incessantly like a rowdy foe.
How forcefully must I tell, you've lost your soul,
Your sinister ways to love me I do not condone.
You shadow my presence everywhere I go
Blatantly invading every peaceful place I know.
Lurking around my private life in public places,
Posting online photos and ugly lewd messages.
If you're ever spotted at my kids' school again
You can be sure I will file a police complaint,
Quite often have I warned you to back away
Yet you keep treating me like I'm your prey.
One day you called my wife on a falls pretense,
Now you treat her like she's your best friend
Spreading lies intently to prejudice her mind
Encroaching on our daily lives in ways unkind.
You joined our church, though you live far away,
I hear you'll volunteer at school every Monday.
Now I am distressed by your manipulative ways,
Prompting me to take action to deter your sway.
At the height of insanity you finally lost control,
Quite appropriately you must soon pay a toll
As you sit in jail awaiting sentence for your crime
For you tried to hire a hit-man to kill my wife.
First Place
November 10, 2017
Stalker
Sponsor: Silent One
when she came to us
She spoke very less
Unlike other maid
She was silent
Brows-up seems -
Filled with self respect
My mom tried many ways
To hear her
Atleast once a day
"In her past lives
She might be a princess" -
My mom guesstimate.
Slowly & Slowly as time flies
We heard her voice
Descried her lovely smiles.
She told my mom -
"her spouse left her alone
With one daughter & one son"
I know, it sounds painful
But believe me, very common in slums.
But...
She is an angel
An Angel for my home
An Angel for my mother
An Angel without wings
An Angel without feathers.
She was absent
From last three days
We were tensed
What might be happened?
Finally we came to know -
Heart-rending episode-
At one Black Night
She drank forcefully
By someone, unknown
She was found in the next noon
At the corner of road, laid down
Unconscious and undressed
Undoubtedly she was raped
But who cares?
Her family & neighbours are silent
As nothing happened
'cause it's not new there
Victim may change
But that Black Night
Repeats at very short interval
I know, it sounds painful
But believe me, very common in slum.
Today she came again
Started working in my home
Her smiles & voice vanished
In a box - closed & locked.
Brows-down & silent again
Seems - lost somewhere
In the forest of unshared pain.
Yet she came to help my mother
Now, I am damn sure
She has been sent from heaven
An Angel for my mumm
An Angel from the slum
From Heaven to live in the Hell
She is an Angel
An ANGEL from the HELL
13 March 2018
Poetry contest -Quick Fire Rapid Rhyme
Sponsored by -Brenda Chiri
Suddenly, deceitfully, the betrayal begins.
She comes home late, lying, hiding her sins.
Suddenly, expectedly, your doubt commences.
Questioning her story; maybe they are pretenses.
Suddenly, intently, you look into her eyes,
hoping to determine if it is all a disguise.
Suddenly, purposely, you question her story;
listening closely as you doubt her oratory.
Suddenly, profusely, she begins to cry;
admitting to you that it was all a lie.
Suddenly, quietly, she tells you the truth.
She’s been with her ex, reliving her youth.
Suddenly, softly, she asks you to forgive.
Saying she was only trying her life to live.
Suddenly, loudly, you raise you voice,
telling her you feel that you have no choice.
Suddenly, forcefully, you ask her to leave,
having been taken advantage of for being naïve.
Suddenly, slowly, she walks across the floor.
You watch as she reluctantly goes out the door.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, you’re all alone.
Left all by yourself to face the unknown.
Suddenly, hopefully, tomorrow’s a new day.
with the grace of God, you will find your way.
My heart wants to commit.
Oh such despair!
But who will repair!!
I desperately cling on to hope
Waiting until faith shows up.
Church bells chimes from afar
Scriptural rhymes
Long forgotten, but tucked in
In the hidden crevices of my heart
Comes to the fore.
Scriptural verses
Forcefully recited
Sunday school valour
Has finally paid off
Despair no more!
Verses to the rescue!
My heart races like a Knight
In shining armour
Victory over despair!
Victory! Victory!! all the way.
Triumph on the inside
Fear of demons banished
As scriptures line up
Like cannons in array
Waiting to be fired.
A wiry creepy smile
Caresses my face
The two edged sword
In my hand and the
High praises bubbling
To come forth!!!!
Triumph so real
Fear banished
Victory is mine!
Victory at last!!
Forever! and ever!!
(Written on the 28th of November, 2015, my First Poem ever.)
although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying
everything surrounding them
insisting that everything is good
because they are God’s creation
while another group of people
though they also are humans
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from the languages they spat out
after there came an erect postured bipedal primate
which was a trifle creature fed by dust wiggling on the earth
for thousands of thousands of long years
eventually they started to share their thoughts
looking in each others’ eyes
cultivating, refining words and phrases for better communication
among those words
were beautifully polished and preserved phrases
thru generation after generations of studies and development
they were exclusively used by a specific class of people who enjoy showing off
and thereby wanted to separate themselves from ordinary people, however, now, the beautiful words and phrases became coarse;
is it because the words were abused by them or
their sleazy tongues stiffened the phrases?
they lost interest in finding the reasonable reasons
because there was no yard-stick to establish a standard;
zombies stalk on the street in bright daylight
the fake brand-name luxurious articles overrun the street
DNA twisted weirdly
all children are born mutated and therefore have evolved
to an overly obdurate species, strange world
there are no family features of daughters like their mother
or sons who resemble their fathers anymore
but only a line of families
like a poorly shaped mosaic landscape made with puzzle pieces
picked-up from alleys and forcefully placed to make a picture
they are never satisfied with what they have
and that’s why if you applaud them they demand more,
if their request is rejected they yell and scream at you
with newly invented swear words
rather, like a dead person
no matter how much you extolled him, doesn’t ask more;
even stamped on to humiliate him, won’t cry or say a word
that’s why God may have kept
everything beautiful beyond men’s reach
that’s why men who live on this side of the world
shout and scream
making everything uglier than it should-be
hanging on to the things they can easily put their hands on
I was told it will be sweet
I was told it will be fun
I was told the night will be a really memorable one
The one in which my dignity will be dignified
And my seal will be broken slowly, calmly and passionately
I have always dreamt of the candle lights
The blindfold
The roses and sweet fragrance that will fill the the room
When my man shall make me a woman.
All I have dreamt of
Until Uncle Jide changed the story
And created a paradigm shift in my dream
The beast impregnated my head with scary memories
And forcefully filled me with his infertile cold warm milk
With his muscular self he brutally made my first time a horrible one.
ABSOL
Form:
Under the sky laden with mystery, where the wind sings its endless tales,
Life begins to sketch your outlines, even when you are not prepared,
Just as a tree does not know how to bend until the wind shows it,
The art of not breaking under the burden of storms that embrace it forcefully.
Like a river that seeks its path among the stones that shape its course,
Without a map in hand, but with the trust that every turn has a purpose,
Like a cloud floating without a clear aim, yet the sky carries it onward,
Enveloping it with the promise that, wherever it goes, it is home.
Think of a seed, deeply buried in the earth, cold and lonely,
Until the rain gently whispers that it can grow, that it can spread its roots,
Or a colored pencil, worn and broken, yet still able to color beauty,
Borrowing from its soul the hues of a light that does not fade.
Like a puzzle that seems just a chaos of pieces, but slowly,
Each part finds its place, revealing the image hidden behind the disorder,
Sometimes you will feel lost, like a leaf adrift in an endless forest.
And that's okay, for life shows you who you are, even when you do not know.
Even when the steps are heavy, even when the path seems steep,
We learn, we change, we become stronger with every breath,
Perhaps this is the essence of life—not to know everything, but to grow anyway,
So if even a tree learns to bend, what stops you,
From becoming what you are meant to be, from spreading your wings in the unknown dance,
Under the vast sky where every story is written with letters of light and shadow,
Learn to bend, to rise, to find your balance amid the storms,
For in every fall there is a rebirth, in every end, a new beginning.