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I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
12:35 pm 22 sept 2016
The leaves applaud the wonder of your might
As your breath blows across the earth cooling the night
The crickets and frogs a choir for your ears
The owls declare who can stand in your presence here
The deer nestled on the ground
Look up in admiration when they hear your sound
The earth groans and quakes as your foot stool
The oceans shine as your reflecting pool
The universe is your home that you built with your words
Forever echos with sounds of creations reverb
You are the glory and the glory is yours
The heavens expand as into it the micro verse pours
Have mercy on us little ones Great Father of all
We have lost our way, from you we did fall
We weep we gnash our teeth and wail
We cry out to you Father from our man made hell
We have forgotten who and what we are
We greedily devour riches near and far
We have lost our love and replaced it with hate
Come help us dear Father before its too late
Just as you said our faith has fell dead
We are lovers of ourselves and our lust fills our heads
Strengthen those whom still love you
And bring back those who used to
Give us wisdom and understanding to govern our free will
Give us grace to cleans our hearts and then love to fill
Let love fill us completely
Then spill out so sweetly
Let the grace given to us be passed on from heart to heart
Until it makes its way back to you where all true love starts.
in Christ name we pray and we all say amen
If rhyme belittles verse then let it be;
At night the sun outshines eclipsing moon.
And though no green is seen on any tree,
By shrouds of dark unwind the bright cocoon.
Around in circles back to where we start,
Let footsteps never trace or hold your hand;
I’ve seen you smile. I’ve felt my breathless heart.
I’ve written poems I don’t understand.
Yet, who am I to speak, besides unknown?
In truth, I often ask the very same.
From youthful chords reverb an ancient tone;
My measures merely sing without a name,
But yours I whisper; may joy be upon it;
This poet declares your beauty his sonnet.
as turf wars go
here
the weapons concealed
before agendas revealed
and courtyard orders sealed
inside wetzel gooey goodness
grand central its not
maybe from the outside
but inside the buzz is low
the reverb high
lingering as smoke choking
on its own asthma
void of cache
or any semblance
of the character
chiseled into posts,
ceiling festoons
and the ethnic parades
chanting in uniform grunts,
silence and glares
required vitals from
their lost or stolen IDs
it isnt Union Station for nothing
a primal yack, spit and grin
flowing from the cakes of
baked commuters
forsaked souls
and a neighborhood watch
that drools in adoration
point a to point b (or c)
never had an intermission like this
then again
here
every director is the drama
they wish they could
coddle into love.
(10/30/13)
Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one sight?
When looking at the black blue of falling night
Or upon the sun’s brilliant breaking light?
Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is all flavored so?
Whether exquisite cuisine, Italiano
Or simple apple of radiant red glow?
Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this alone what is heard?
From the noise of soft electronic purr
To the powerful orchestra and its reverb?
Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this the one aroma alone?
The smell of the country, its own song
To the fragrance of cooking in one’s own home.
Wonder, wonder, wonder.
Is this all that is felt?
The softness of the mink, his pelt
To the suffering of possible pains dealt.
No, nay, again, not at all.
Same for all is the reality.
But I want to tell what it looks like to me.
I know that I know I see no differently.
Objective perspective; true reality.
I will to describe what is already known.
But words cannot tell what is clearly shown.
No, words cannot describe the wonders of this life, our own.
I write as I write in hopes numbered one.
The dream is that I may do justice some.
Justice to the beauty that is life,
With all the victories, pains, and strife.
I write as I write to maybe, possibly, if only just once
Paint the world with words and show its brilliance
enter the wood, end of the day
deep deep reverb, everywhere
eerie sound from between the trees
from bowels of earth, around the sky
then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
thump thump! disturb the very air
flurried dance, the following breeze
as yowls of mirth personify
monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
blink blink, acerbic scary stare
belly scales grow knobbly knees
fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye
children scamper, fierce games they play
beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
with howls of worth they yelp and cry
fungi feast while dank leaves decay
sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
life poking head, no guarantees
where scowls give birth, when dreams do die
look up beyond where branches sway
squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
Slap that cocktail shaker
Find the right fit and tap that baby together
Put a little bit extra in the slap
Mind picturing that ass-cheek reverb
Colors of spirit and mixers rush together
Creating works of art ia what I do
Free pouring or percise measuring
Slinging beers for the masses
Wine stored at proper temperature
Grin & Smile as u never really know someone
Happy to cover up my sadness, anger, or stress
Aiming to please
Looky no touchy as his girlfriend eye-bangs me
Reading body language
"Vodka/Soda" with a lime wedge for Her
"Hemingway's Daquiri" for Him
Just a Modern Bartender, Post-Covid.
Late nights for a lot of places are no more
Must cram as many people as u can into a 5 hour day
Traditions & History in every "Old Fashioned"
Ratios & Ingredients
Social Interactions get a little dicey
Some people think I must talk to them
I am a person and if u r a dick u will be treated as such
Does she want me to flirt or not?
If nothing is said, how do I know?
Every night isn't a party
Every night isn't fun
Every night I have to be the life of the party
Every night I have to look like I am having fun
Romance fills the room as the lights dim
The sun sets and chaos concludes
Last Call For Alcohol
All Tips counted
The last glass washed
End of the night
Did u take someone home?
Walking out alone
The Silence outside is deafening as u exit
Thoughts of the day flood my head as I try to forget
A short-term memory is important when doing this job
I have to forget what happened today
Because I have to wake up and do it over again 2morrow
It shakes the screens of folks all over
The thunder, meanest loudest kind
The moving storm, call it a rover
With crumpled buildings left behind
Not gonna stop, until it’s finished
With shaking lands, perceptions, souls
Until the evil is diminished
And once it’s done achieving goals
We don’t get these very often
The scale is grand and awe superb
When ghoulish grip on humans softens
Though lasting echoes shall reverb
The smoke, the flashes, red and yellow
And booming sound of thunderstorm
It’s full of rage emitting bellow
More like exception than the norm
We watch, we listen, caught by fear
Or maybe joy the thunder brings
So far away, and yet so near
Precursor of so many things
March 5, 2026
From the dude
Who wouldn't sing his song
To the stone
He now sits upon
From the woman
Who took the fruit
To the ground
In which she became root
From the baby
In the womb
To the kick
That stretches the room
From the child
Who puts forth a slap
To the reverb
Now giving back
From the teen
Pressing against control
To the space
He's been given to grow
From the onset of time
When action was taken
To the flipping of the script
Growing up the mistaken
...thought
Ugh! I want out
Round and round we go
When it stops
Is when we KNOW
...TRUTH
GOD is LOVE!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-11-2023
1448 Newly Posted Poem 3-2-26
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~storms~
gathering furies
wild winds whistle through pine boughs ~
finches feast on birch seeds
streams of freezing rain
leaves slippery signatures
finches feast on birch pods
~rain~
pounding winter rains
bathe the thirsty desert sands ~
wildflowers bursting
drumbeats of raindrops
reverb in wind symphony ~
drip plop splash gurgle
~ice~
thin icy edges
winter white moustache ~
platinum hoar frost
thick coats of blue ice
blanket every barren twig ~
snow melts winter blinks
~snow~
ribbons of snowflakes
flow in a gossamer gown ~
ruby skies crackle
across the smooth ice
dainty snowflakes pirouette ~
bare birch boughs applaud
~spring~
tumbleweeds rumble
springtime sprawls across prairies ~
precious gift of rain
crocus shout greetings
as snowdrops push through snows ~
blustery mischief
white plum blossoms laugh
tickled by wiggling raindrops ~
gold and grey skies dawn