Long Neutral Poems
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Sneakers are shoes primarily designed
For sports from one event to another;
But which are now also widely used by
Many a person for everyday wear.
Sneakers are a footwear type, sort or kind
With a flexible sole made of rubber;
And an upper part made of synthetic
Objects or animal skin or leather.
The rubber soles of sneakers truly make
Very little noise while one is walking;
These comfortable shoes and fine footwear
Can also be used for joyful jogging.
Sneakers are versatile and perform well
In gym's each and every activity;
They surely offer basic cushioning,
Steadiness and firm durability.
They work with literally everything
In bright colors, neutral tones, jeans, trousers;
The suit and any outfit look great with
A great pair of beautiful white sneakers.
She jumped on the line
Through color and light
Traveling in vibration
On projected sound's might
Neutral in nature
Neither here nor there
Just being present
As word is shared
Something was removed
And lines became jumbled
She found herself caught
Made to trip and fumble
...the ball
She stopped enjoying
The journey of travel
Her heart began to focus
On the tightening ravel
Everywhere she looked
Balls of energy gathered
Words unsung
Magnetized all matter
Light appeared randomly
In surges of power
Black as tar wailed
As pink began to cower
...TRUTH
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-18-2022
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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------@---------------------------------------------------------Brokering a deal to end a war involves a complex, multi-stage process of diplomacy, often facilitated by a neutral third party (mediator) to resolve conflict. Success typically requires a "mutually hurting stalemate" where both sides realize they cannot win through fighting alone-------
A "mutaully hurting Stalemate"
using a thrid party to end conflicts or resolve conflicts
to realized that fighting could not solve the conflict alone.
a process of diplomacy would have to be used to obtain
a realistic goal. Teaching and learning in a manner of
resolving issue. Removing some of the edges to smooth out
the rough spots. To which purpose might be neither at least
the understanding of why the issue exists and why it it is debated.
brokering a deal to at least calm hostilities can be a groundbreaking
process toward peace.
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Don’t count me out because
I’m not in lockstep with you,
and before I nonchalantly dropkick myself
back to the starting point,
let me point out that because of my whiteness,
I am not
a knuckle dragging racist, hysteric, insurrectionist,
white supremacist, terrorist, cultist,
deplorable, irredeemable,
nor a hypocrite or illiterate.
And the recent gender-neutral policy?
I am
a woman, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and first cousin.
I have a mortgage, enjoy Jamaican stew, and
I am married to a black man.
I’m originally from Idaho. It’s okay to ask me
“Where are you from?” or “Where were you born?”
I promise I won’t accuse you
of micro-aggression.
I do not have guilt.
I stand my ground,.
It’s okay if you do not like what I have to say:
but I remain a
free White woman who
believes in constitutional principles.
Yes—words do matter
Screen of Awareness
Look up!
From tedium uncertainty -
Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
And the veracity of a changing diorama.
Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden
Held captive in blinking time windows -
Independent sentinel of a detached empirical.
Open
To the neutral sentience
Of a silent silvered screen
Devoid of snarled motion pictures,
Curved dolby lacking judgements,
Conscious docudrama premiered on perpetual loops!
Witness honesty
Shadowing boxing with equivocal revelation
Heartbeats captured in subjectivity’s vertigo
See screen tests of impartiality,
In amber awareness like clanging signals
For a slow train of approaching objectivity.
5-20-23
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Embarrassment reveals in my blushing cheeks…I’m late for the 3rd time! Now,
I have 3 tardies…I gottah watch out! Ooooh…
Arrving late in class…once again – I just wanna get this class done and over
with! Thank you, Lord, for making it the end of the school year!
Glistening with fresh sorrow – it’s as fresh as morning dew on the old man’s
lawn…glad I don’t get a detention this time! (Author’s/poet’s note ~ it was so
boring the first time I went to my detention…)
Enlightened by realization that I’m not the only one that has several tardies…
just look around you and you’ll see many people tardy (some nearly every
day…how sad) – there’s evidence for yah! ~
RESPECT ME…yeah you – don’t judge me! Don’t take me as a joke…just ‘cause
I’m introverted doesn’t mean I’m not as smart as the extroverted individuals
(in fact, I’m an introverted and an extroverted…I’m neutral…and I’m a talented
bard! Beat that . . .)
Laugh all you want… you’ll face your terrible consequences…I have an
infatuation with music…it’s so amazing and therapeutic…I like all genres of
music – some songs just stick to my song ‘cause they are epic! Terrific! Music’s
my genius… so wondrous & inspirational!
You don’t care if I’m injured by your heartless words – go talk to your other
peers or so-called “friends” or “foes” in my eyes…
Probably...
Rumor was there that he is an addicted soul
A real problem through ongoing struggles,
Was to understand
The real person
Behind
A vague shadow
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Now...
Do I need to know, actually, an artist?
Art has its own definition of beauty.
With
Some payments in life,
I believe.
Flower of creativity blooms
Slowly...
In a drained, fatigued out life
In reality.
Or could be something else? Do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
I felt....
This rather neutral observation of mine
Is dropping
And
Bouncing on its own...
Rather than creating bubbles...
Learning to hide
Own woes
Rapidly growing hissing
Of
Sounds of demons
mostly mine, off course.
Should I abstain from further assumption?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Out there...
From my window, I see a green, lavish tree
Those green leaves, swirling, shifting,
Tossing and turning
In wind, rain, and sunlight.
I thought...
Should I draw a problematic moment, now?
Of a slain mind with a destined agony
Of a conviction of wasting time, in vain?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard,
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.
I breathe in the same grain
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound of city garbage
gathered by rain’s aftermath,
as if to beckon another tropical deluge;
and the loud chatter of headlines
from the newspaper stand pierces
the lobes with a burning jolt… a bundle
of political scoops and trade rumors
grating an otherwise neutral hour.
Few distances away, a flea market stand
vibrates with energy; pedestrians milling
around to check buko pies, plum bits,
and homemade guava jams… the exotic aromas
mixing with smoky flavor of dried bamboo leaves
on top of abaca wares; all these catering
to small pleasures of the low-middle working class.
Curving through Francis Square, a deluge
of movement initiates the 7 30 am rush…
buses, cars, and taxi- stands unload
a giant hive of wayfarers coming from
different points of the map; dragging
their skeletal frames like ticks of a clock.
Amidst a Friday hub, I stop to glance at the
towering statue of Mother Mary as a
cart-pusher slowly wanders by; his warm
smile bearing a contrast in a region
where the rat race of man is typical.
Surrounded by a collage of fragrant
eucalypti and mango trees, I breath in
a sense of delight likened to my
yard’s garden, this time, with heady scent.
The plump oaks at the front lobby
of Pharmo Industries are shedding
foliage, while a painted splash
of native robins cruises from laced twigs,
far beyond the clutter of newspaper stands,
market place, and taxi-stands.
My gaze casts inward to balance my thoughts,
as I begin my protracted stay at work.
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I’m feeling childish today.
I’ve got my pink socks ankle high.
I’m wearing platform boots to add an inch of height.
My belt sparkles when in contact with a ray of light.
I just set up my camera, everyone, watch me shine.
I’d play music and dance in the rain at night.
It’s a beautiful distraction from the lows of life.
I met a girl today, she said hi and smiled.
I’ll remember it when it’s time to sit and cry.
It’s sundown again, and the darkness creeps in.
No rain today, so I put on shades.
Can’t let anyone see the red in my eyes.
The music will carry me through — when I listen, time flies.
I’m not secure enough to open up to people.
I usually wait it out, till the feeling is neutral,
till it’s grey lights and auditory exclusions,
till it’s headaches, numbness, and seclusion.
I can’t remember what a heartbeat feels like.
I can’t remember what I want to feel like.
Once a while, when I’m feeling childish,
I act out emotions, like a ‘print and publish.’