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Creak, creak
I hear the boards speak
The wolf is running about
Don't wiggle
Stifle that giggle
Never let the air out
Little girls learn
How to quickly discern
The choppy river in motion
It crawls, then falls
Into fragmented balls
Reaching for the magic potion
The smell of cedar
Damp chicken feeder
Pinches nerves in a knot
Just trying to live
Through pain that gives
Innocence a black thick blot
I hate sound
That surrounds
The mirrored soul with glue
I'm tired of healing
The huge onion always peeling
Layers of skin to sinew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
1929
Depression.
"Way back then..."
A terrible time,
when good people
were tested.
Some did okay.
They lived through it.
They still raised their families.
Some did not do as well.
The other choice,
was to give up.
Today,
the world is remembering 1929.
They are considering all the "things"
their grandparents survived,
and wondering if they
will do the same?
Lack of faith in the government.
Lack of faith that "they"
have our best interests at heart
is the question.
They print more money,
on green paper,
and expect it not to change,
the value of the dollar,
everywhere...
from the piggybank, to the USBank,
more is paid for less each day.
Invaders are coming.
No one had to shoot anyone to cross the line.
They were invited by "them".
The agenda all about money, votes,
and slaves for tomorrow's machine,
they are building.
Good men sit watching,
not just from the sidelines...
but often from the sidekick position.
They don't seem to mind,
the pinches off of pieces
from the greater whole,
as long as it does not change their
comfortable lives.
The man on the corner is holding up a sign.
No one should pass him by without reading...
the message,
all of it at least twice.
This is not a repeat of the past,
it is the last...
of everything.
Last night I dreamt of them
Fleeing under the cover of darkness
Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves
Terrified of the monsters on their heels
They flew into an abandoned house and began pushing old furniture against the flimsy door
When the glass windows shattered and there was a lound bang
An eerie voice cackled and another one sang
Petrified, they turned to look at one another
When they were interrupted by a muffled scream followed by a deep shudder
One of them fell on the hardwood floor
They watched in horror as his hand turn into a freaky animal claw
Shards of broken mirror flew into the air
Into their eyes and into their hair
Every reflection they saw turned into another scream
Pinches! This was reality not some dream
The front door broke into a thousand pieces
Then came a volley of a stink of faeces
When the police arrived they found nobody there
Rumours flew and people said they were killed by a deadly grizzly bear
Three years later the forensic team reopened the case
Other tips from the public led the police to a futile chase
A forensic expert went back to the house and found a single hair
In the lab, she used a pair of tweezers to inspect the strange looking hair
In that moment a strong desire came over her
To touch the thick strand of hair with her bare hand
She felt one pinprick and turned into quicksand.
Copyright@BrigittePace2022
To this Mourning idle day,
To the silence of this uncertain night;
I offer the quenched melody
shrieking boastful, in silence of gloom.
In the sombre piano, Chopin
upheaves restlessness crying in fright.
This worklessness pinches deep
the needles, of loneliness wringing again.
An upbeat mourn yearn shows
to reach the absent overwhelmed be.
Here reaches out there to then,
where the answer would approach back.
Sucked back into vacuum black,
Away from the light heavier than dark,
Bleeding in red rose covered
in throes of pain, and beauty of blood.
Leaving behind or being left
behind the curtains of worldliness,
Grounded set her eyes silently
Breathing among the needles of needlessness.
Before The Leaf Falls
A leaf falls.
Suddenly, stringy mush covers my hands.
You’re carving out joy from an orange circle.
Just like you carved out my brain
Before your face walked away.
A leaf falls.
My speech is burnt.
Pies are fresh from the open fire;
Pumpkin pushes through the air.
Your laughter hates my memory.
A leaf falls.
Warm materials enclose around our souls,
Colors play in front of our eyes.
Trying to distract us from the crash
Coming at us from full speed.
A leaf falls.
This time, it covers me.
I see you above, dispersing into large air.
My screams muffled by the deep red ovals.
A leaf falls.
You are gone.
The once loose sweater pinches me,
Reminding me that my eyes are real.
The hollow grave is crowded
And my recollection of it ever being vacant flew away.
A leaf f a l l s . .
Dripping wettness from our flesh
Bodies heated begin to mesh
Hip moving upward while the other thrust down
Our bodies meet with that steady pound
Chest hair caresses excited playful
nips
Her legs spread just as his head dips From her sweetest erotic spot
His tongue collects her juices while they're hot
From her body he gains his fill
Desire sated but hungry still
As he comes up to her side
Her voice thick whispers " let me ride"
Arms over head as she grinds him slow
Then with speed intensity shows
Her hands slide up and pinches each breast
Hunger takes over and finishes the rest
As each lay spent in a sated state
I look at them and wonder what we could create.
After a long walk
I transcribed myself into piano music.
All night a harpsichord
had been jangling nerves,
rattling the same baroque concerto
over and over again.
I count I-100, then start over
counting and walking,
a clockwork organ
self-winding, always
pushing a moment before it
as if time could be saved
for later use.
The morning is mellowing out.
multiple fugal states row
in and out of salty ponds,
see-through-gulls rest
on opaque waters.
A powder wigged accompanist
pinches snuff
rams it up both nostrils
turns to an invisible audience
bows, sneezes, then farts.
Tight corseted lungs flap loose,
reveal a forgotten voice in a ribcage,
sad songs come out of its catfish mouth,
then laughing monks arrive
to dine on tongue and saffron.
The keyboard is stuck in the middle
of a thought,
a thought so long
that it pants and coughs
trying to keep up with itself.
After a long walk
I lay down in the back row
of a concerto and wave weary hands
at the ceiling
conducting next words
from tissue thin scores
and unfinished endings.
Wrapped around both my lung
There's an empty space for someone's arms
To pull me into the most loving hug
Gentle and Safe, the kind that makes you warm
I wish you would notice the necklace I wear
Glinting like a heartbeat in the sun
I never take it off, I swear
It's from my great grandma, miss her a ton
There is a barrier, I'm locked in a room
Laughter surrounds me but never reaches
I desire it but can never consume
It rings in my ears like siren screeches
Somehow silence feels heavier
When you wish it would just say your name
People say it gets easier
But I don't think the weight is the same
I press my silver cross where your eyes should have been
Did you even notice I noticed you wear that shirt every Thursday
If I stopped caring this much it would feel like a sin
You ignore every detail while I watch that shirt fray
That girl with blonde hair, her perfume lingers like betrayal
The smell aches in my chest
It leaves this permanent trail
It lands on her blouse but where is the rest
Your breath fogs up a window no one looks into
You draw a messy heart to replace the one missing
Only this one doesn't beat, to be fair only few do
As the fog fades it's like the cold and dew are kissing
The streetlights pool on each sidewalk
Yet every bit of gold misses me by inches
The buzzing draws you in like a stop sign says stop
Every heavy step wakes you up like someones pinches
The puddles catch me in half light
Like proof I exist, but barely
When did your own existence become the most haunting sight
I miss when I felt I was flying like a fairy
Now I just fall as slow as a feather
Yet the weight could crush ships in the sea
Crashing down like waves in harsh weather
I can't even explain what I perceive
Wildfire
Written: By Tom Wright
3/20/2006
The wildfire’s aftermath has revealed,
Ditches littered with assorted trash.
Wildlife panicked, ran and squealed,
Sections lay barren, as blackened ash.
Houses and barns have met their fate,
And hay, by the ton, is left to smolder.
Volunteer firemen, fighting early to late,
Standing always, shoulder to shoulder.
On men and equipment fire takes its toll,
A burn ban exists throughout the state.
Who starts these fires, what is their goal?
Are they accidental, or just plain hate?
Many have lost all their worldly goods,
And wait while FEMA pinches its dime.
A life’s accumulation, a patch of woods,
Start life over, for some, there isn’t time.
Almost daily we hear the dread word, fire,
Whipped to frenzy by south winds gusting.
Sirens blaring, volunteers must not tire,
For life and limb to them we’re trusting.
Dedicated to the volunteer firemen
Who have faced a monumental task this past year.
Almost daily, wildfires have occurred
Many due to arson.
Baby brother, your naughty smile entices
A chuckle ringing through the night,
While those eyes blue wink like stars
That I'm pretty sure , we are alike...
If Aunt Nora pinches those rosy cheeks
Yes, I'd whack her leg, she'll never know-
For now, you're saying, let's peek-a- boo
As moon face jiggles up and down,
Till Mama yelps, 'No, our babe might toot gas!'
And peachy feet, they would outgrow mine,
Then we’ll ride on airy coastlines
Sharing guy secrets and watching the girls--
Maybe, hug one or two in Dad's bike
That's what your laughter implies...
O you giggle, mouth without teeth yet;
Not to worry, I am sneaking yummy jello...
Eat that quick! It's all over your bald head
We'll make it look like soap bubbles--
As the hero, I'll tell our parents, the milk
Flushed through the crib...You agree, snickering,
Naughty brother, we have more pranks to go!
Baby Face What's You THINKIN Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Visual C 1/19/2019