Long Neutral Poems
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We can and do cooperatively learn
less painfully from WinWin experience
to think pro-actively like competing climate survivalists.
Yet to fully act like restorative thrivalists
to unlearn WinLose
Business As War Makes War Unusual
eco-political bipolarizing pathological
undomesticated climates
of purging degenerate hate.
Each matriarchal born of democratic WinWin Inside/Outside-learning
Against Hate advocating plutocratic anthro-centric WinLose competitions
not economically health efficient or effective
nor political empowering long-term wealth
nor personal-salvation Winning
nor morally neutral values for pro-life PositivEnergy.
Love builds peace and positives and prosperity and paradise
UnLove purges out the other LoseLose polluting stuff.
2019 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaff antifreeze
as preservative, plus out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity of writer's block!
The House was featured on the T.V.
Celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’. What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia.
Interior decorators re-imagined rustic hues
a bohemian nest chic-est
Rooms were staged and displayed
yet beneath the contemporary
the old retold its history.
Much of the house was to be renovated
pastel and neutral colors
replaced flock and wainscots,
yet bricked-over alcoves
still dripped a dried red rust
of long held rumors.
The house concealed itself,
but its fiber and pith,
its conduits continued to throb-on
echoing an older heartbeat,
a retelling
of long unsolved crimes
thinly painted over.
In the Mysterious Realm
Many wonders are hidden in the world, unseen,
Songs and sorrows that flow without a thought of time,
Anxieties and radio waves that wander through the air,
Fragrances dancing, rushing into the senses.
We find ourselves unexpectedly in this amazing world,
Rich in silent energies and beings that flow in water and fish,
Many things are hidden from us through the prisms of finite eyes,
And the subtle space surrounding us is an infinite Matrix.
In that realm, different creatures live, unnoticed by us,
Remaining neutral until we touch them, like our mundane world.
When interaction begins, knowledge and power we shall have,
To step rightly and proudly into the great classification of the unseen world.
Creatures sifted by waters, dark mirrors, and growing algae,
Amphibians swaying the world between two natures, between two mantras,
Insects singing a secret hymn in the earth's choirs,
And spiders, unraveling fogs, lurking in corners of the world.
Reptiles slither everywhere, traversing depths,
Rodents burrowing in shadow, making their secret paths,
And mythical beasts whispering ancient stories into the wind,
Birds from an unseen world, hiding echoes in the heights.
Storybook creatures, always guiding towards wells of magic,
Evil lurking in the penumbra, hoping to sneak in fright,
Departed souls, a gentle melody, strings of the night,
And aquatic reptiles, flying and crawling, trembling in faint light.
From insectoids to strange forms that cast no shadow,
Mysterious extraterrestrials unfold in their anonymity,
They are with us, everywhere, in an endless dance,
But we see only illusions, for our minds are asleep in song.
It is given to every seeker to discern hidden lessons,
And to weave within themselves a defense against spirits that wish to teach.
For in the human being is conceived immeasurably,
The pure, mysterious power, the only one that can lead to the perception of nature.
Showcase of my favourite painted collection, a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated, b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ? b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension, a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion, a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated, b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated, b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession ! a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour, c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient, d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy, e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour, c
As literary gained power, hues became munificent, d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy ! e
Written on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
They call it "Championship Thunder"
Two Main Events!
The Loser Shears the Sheep Match!
The Thesz Classic
Technical Wrestling Showcase
( Dq's for excessive brawling)
Pinfall and Submission Only
dq, countout or interference
with give the
Officials the right to make the
match best two out of three falls!
Tag Team Battle Raffle
Draw names to form partnership
8 men four corners match
pin a partner to eliminate the team
last team wins
A Shark Pool Grudge Match
they'll lower the shaft cart into the ring
before the opponent has been announced
14 men will be in the ring and will have
three minutes with the guy who
draws the red straw
after the official match begins
the match will become a lumberjack match
only a pinfall or submission will end
the bout!
Weasel Feasel match will have a man in the
corner strapped to the ring post his
reach is limited, he's neutral and blindfolded.
two men no dq match to the finish!
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
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
Brazen blessings burn on like the arrival of the dawn
Elevated to the max
Lovely knowledge comes to mind
Impressive words of wisdom come and go…but, it should be here to stay
Empathetic vibes..
Venting
Encouragement
Intriguing,
Nostalgic thoughts bleed through me…entirely soaked in lullabies..
Brainwashed in my past sins…repenting in the present through thick and thin
Roam Home
And stay brave, true and full of dignity
Vehemently vibrant with optimism and pessimism combined
End the highs and lows — I want to be neutral and need His word to overflow in my mind into my heart and out of my tongue of life
Tremendous, yet turbulent feelings…flood…fervently…and…profoundly so
Remedy please? And thank you…
Unfortunately, I wasted too much time..but I’m fortunate to wait on His time frame…the clock is ticking by, tormenting me — can’t deny…
Eager to serve His people from on high
Dreamt of delightful dignity and compassion from on high
Intentions matter…irrational, icky, ill-tempered foolishness — wisdom is needed and whatever happens happens
Gracious glory matter too
Never-ending nymphs of notions flutter in my negotiable noggin
Isolate fear and include hope
Terribly terrific trials make me smile
You’re the one, running the extra mile…with me this time…
She watched sheets of gray water fall from the sky,
watching the maple branches buckle under the weight.
The storm had snapped the power lines down the street,
wrecking every single plan she had for the day.
Muddy water rushed down the concrete curb,
a cold, steady drumming that wouldn’t let up.
To her tired eyes, looking out the window,
it just felt like one more thing breaking.
It is so easy to just turn the key and lock the world out.
To sit on the floor, cursing the puddle leaking in,
building a fortress out of your own anxiety
just to hide from what’s hanging over your head.
Lately, every little setback felt personal,
like life was chucking rocks straight at her.
So she stayed crawled up in her own quiet corners,
keeping her face frozen, out of the rain.
But then the thunder rattled the window pane.
She stopped, took a real breath, and actually looked outside.
She turned the deadbolt and walked out onto the porch,
carrying no umbrella, no armor, nothing to hide behind.
The freezing rain soaked right through her clothes,
but under the chill, something quiet started to shift.
The storm wasn't angry. It was just the weather doing what weather does;
just a blank, neutral sky moving through.
She closed her eyes and let the water hit her face.
The storm wasn't going to change for her,
and the world wasn't going to fix itself.
But inside, she felt a sudden, warm quiet.
Our eyes couldn’t stop the lightning from flashing,
but we get to choose what kind of shelter we take.