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Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Poster girl of the radical Right!
Love to have you to myself one night!
We could nosh on bagles and cream cheese
As you dutifully serve me on your knees
As we listen to some Right Wing Blues;
Dream of those "perfected" Jews.
As well the Liberal view of life deride.
Meanwhile, I'd fit you with a tail,
'Fore I your Right Wing gods assail.
Then tether you to some dead reef,
A copy of the "Blade" between your teeth
To act as bit to stay your speech
Of tyrannical goals just out of reach;
You'd become my little Fascist Filly,
To serve a Liberal, willy-nilly.
Your masters lost the public trust -
In vain your uninspiring bust!
Your dreary power base is waning
Even as you sit there yet profaning
All the saner sentiments
To satisfy your malcontent.
So: Find a cliff, and Happy Landings!
Or become the Piece that Passeth Understanding.
I held you in my blood
Long before my womb was home
I endured the sentence of "barren"
Among blessed mothers...alone
When proof was in place
I rejoiced with those who jeered
Finally, when you arrived
I endured entitled cheers
As you grew into self
And I surrounded you in loving ground
I endured advice givers
Admonishing me to be a "saner" sound
When you came through trials
Adults have failed to clear
I endured judgment
Formed from their deepest fears
............of faliure
When we rose up out of darkness
To live in a daunting day
Relationships were renewed and strained
As we endured the circumstances trying to play
.........outiside of boundaries
Separation, desperation
I decided NOT to cry
No matter what I endured
I refused to ask the "unanswerable" WHY!!!
You came back to me
Of your own accord
I rejoiced and settled in
To providing the "Poor" I could afford
I poured forth love
Never asking a thing in return
Knowing compassion would train
What could never be earned
Now....you are gone
Making a life you want to live
I, as a person, am not in it
But I am in everything you give
So, if you give your life to another
And I am, and will always be, just your mother
I can rest in knowing
Love is alive and forever growing
....in you...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-25-2020
Could I capture time?
Seasoned beyond my hands
While consciousness raved
Traumatized before graves
Till second breath was mine.
Twilight trumpet sound
Two were as gifts long lost
I perked from waking
Yet craved sober thinking
Grace and mercy were found.
Each dawn electric
Unconquerable fears
I had to dissolve
Oh, I've tasted being loved
My views were eclectic.
Dew, rest, and food
With harmony, I learned,
Fuels awakening
And passions nurturing
Those elevate one's mood.
Ella Fitzgerald's
Quiet voice in volume-
Her heaven sent songs,
Inspired all along
Sits snug in time's annals.
If I could I would
Summon more power
Quite with quietude
I'd carve myself anew
With blessings from our God.
And yet, I'm alive
Saner than yesteryear
Reflections' my friend
Showing foes with pretense
Shall we see eye to eye.
*
When did a lie become
an alternative truth?
And, is this the lesson
we wish to teach your youth?
Your reality is,
your country's full of hate.
And selling your soul won't
make America great.
Saner minds must prevail,
your nation’s under stress.
And dropping your morals
only adds to your mess.
Bigots are at the helm,
steering your country's course.
And immigrant dreamers
get deported by force.
Trump is a psychopath,
a serious defect.
And, it's time to rethink
letting him rule, unchecked.
A narcissistic fool
is now running the show.
And you must vote him out
or you’ll sink to his low.
(Quatrain)
11/30/2017
That night amidst cries, clamours, din,
When coffin scandal headlines claimed,
We shuddered— such was stench of sin,
Those in snow felt ash grey, ashamed,
In sullied caskets feeling ill,
But lay still, stunned, shocked by surprise
Their valour frost, vain felt their will,
Frost bitten, battered, somewhat wise,
Those done to death but not wood-bound,
Peered out from their snow-covered face,
Shocked, surprised, by news snow-drowned,
Would they ever regain lost grace?
Pondering on greed of a man,
Of those on a decision-making chair,
To what lowly depth fall they can,
The stink was felt in frozen air.
Yet, such things go on from times old,
Let us not lose our well-earned rest,
Why worry on what we’ve no hold,
We’ve duly done our honest best.
Let’s lose not our well-deserved sleep,
None can one’s dark taints sanguine paint,
Let Judgment Day come, said a saint,
They’ll a deserved karmic crop reap.
But we still wondered deep within:
If those wanton souls saner be,
Wrapped in a life of utter sin,
If their sordid deeds ever see.
There still lingered a nagging doubt,
Our sacrifice would go in vain,
The truth if ever would come out,
That, culprits might innocence feign.
Whilst we wondered as never ere,
Whilst the clamours carried on still,
As frozen hearts could no more bear,
Still colder felt the nightly chill.
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Happenings | 06.08.2008, revised July 2022|
Poet’s note: A disgrace called ‘Coffin Scandal' in the purchase of coffins for dead soldiers, it claimed headlines in newspapers for a long time. This poem takes off from it and depicts an imaginary dialogue between the departed souls of dead soldiers (it was the war with Pakistan in snowy wilderness of Ladakh) and the sentinels of life after death: Was after all their sacrifice in vain?
Oooooooh bagels and bread by golly
Rumors and ramekins, fools folly
This attitude aggregious
But a knick knack fecicious
Hold a tick, did you say napkins?
Not for glass jars and captains
A twist off jammed and stuck in a rut
Threads on a screw doing all the scut
A nail has it easy
All smooth and goes in easy
But time and hammer gave a chance
As long as it was done in baggy pants
So a squid with a quiver
Full of arrows did deliver
Down the narrows did they float
But on a paddle not a boat
So he ate his breakfast fast
And wiped the ink off from a blast
Broke open the container
It's no crazier than saner
Built the shelter speedily
With headphones on greedily
Balanced atop a wooden oar
A raft, no no, just such a bore
Not very analytical
But we won't become political
Since it was a higher ranking tenticle
Who made the inky wooden popsicle
A little poem nonsensical
Where sense is reprehensible
Terrified moments are frozen in time
another Black Friday inks history
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes
Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love,
Mothers wailed as Fathers filled
with anger petrifying their hearts
Now knowing a magnitude of loss, grief,
The Country of Love weeps for what was,
steadfast, noble yet still abrim with hope
candles and flowers stop missiles of hate
So vast is this outpouring of love
the whole planet shines in tribute,
with ribbons of blue white and red
streaming unto the heavens above
we have cried with you, and for you
we've said prayers of protection,
I Daydream of peaceful saner days
when humanity can be in solidarity.
Showing humanity at its very worst
and at its utmost horrifying,
this act of barbaric monsters
has stoked the fires of Justice
Erase them from the pages of our age
it should be as if they never were,
like the Nazi's they should be hunted
the Federation of fellow man shall rise.
Love will always conquer hate filled minds
tomorrow faces a thousand ways to evil,
let compassion and common decency
win the day, lets again know a gentler time
In the long grass, fear is only a concept
and humankind no longer knows only greed,
In these days to Love your neighbour
will just be, I'm just a dreamer maybe
The City of Light is illuminating the world
with Grace and Fortitude their shield,
and by their side the sword of the justice
is rising ready to strike so they can RIP.
An enigmatic and ludicrous wave.
Despite the seemingly endless love.
I am a soul weeping on the moon.
Place a step on the clouds strewn.
A mystery and a horrific dream
I am a random person on this beam.
Lonesome was lost behind the cloud.
Do my early days seem to be cold?
I'm sure the vision was extreme.
For an absurd and arising scheme
For things that have also existed,
that I never fancy being revealed.
I could have skipped any positive.
While holding one's eyes evocative.
No one on Earth shall inherit Holiness.
The impact of that sight on goodness.
As if sin was a key to his death.
Then there's the positive myth.
Create a seaside grave for me.
Maybe the waves cry out my spree.
Oh, those lovely springtimes.
Boyhood ceases, and sprains form.
And the process of glow has gone.
And all my enjoyment has fallen.
And a saner day went by our minds.
It's useless to me if it is time to discuss.
With emotions I cherished at the time.
I highly cherish my grapevine.
Written: 04/01/2021
Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsred by Constance La France
Adolf Hitler was the most evil of men
As evil as a human could be
Should've been hung by his you know whats
Before his killing spree
They say he was actually a human being
I certainly have my doubts
Wreaking havoc on a whole race of people
What was all that about
Perhaps he was the devil reincarnated
Or maybe Genghis Khan
Shouldn't make light of his murderous exploits
Purely just an evil man
Can't imagine it will ever happen again
The world's a lot saner now
Ya right! Guess I'm sounding a bit delusional
A lunatic out on the prowl
© Jack Ellison 2014
from "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke:
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go."
Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love. Explain, support, convince. Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!