Long Scholastic Poems
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Just as God cast Lucifer from his Millennial Kingdom
So too have I been ousted from your Turbulent Heaven
And as a fallen general would fall on his sword
So too do I feel icy metal piercing my flesh
The doc withdraws my blood
I've been coming to this hospital for years
The old wound healed, and tore itself apart again
And yet I'm here for a new reason
I'm surprised I could fall asleep on this hospital bed
But after a day of hard work
Of hard knocks
I could probably sleep on a knife
I can only stifle a laugh
Why draw blood when I still have so much on my face?
Between my swollen eye and cut lip
Your hand drew nasal blood quite effectively
I came here believing I was already dead
Or at the very least praying that the doc could kill me
Or help me take all the pain away otherwise
Because I do want to see what the future holds
You spent a good week in the psych ward yourself
I wanted the same results you got
But the world doesn't turn the same
For those who admit they want to die
It's been a rough six months
A swirl of colors painted my gray skies
Requiems of gold and silver, turbulent pink and brown
Ended with the deepest greens and darkest reds
There's nothing left around here for me
At least, nothing resembling how it used to be
And I can't run back to the other town
Now that I've burned my scholastic career to cinders
So just as I was two years ago
I'm bedridden with no escape
And this time without the friend I've had for so long
Or a shadow of a promise of hope
I see that I've detected
some words that were neglected
By noted “lexicologist” to Suess
I'm sure some how in time
they'll create more words that rhyme
But for now, I'll put the ones, I found to use
For example, there's "Galactic"
and I hate to sound "Didactic"
But, have YOU tried to rhyme this word before ?
So, l'll find a different Tactic
less ridged more Elastic
That I'm sure everyone, will just adore
I've been writing till I'm Spastic
like a nervous Geriatric
But there's only two words, that will do
I'll seek some Chiropractic
And work on my Gymnastic
In time I'm sure I'll feel as good as new
I don't mean to sound Sarcastic
But what kind of word's Bombastic
It's the craziest word I ever heard
Who made up Pleonastic
And thought himself Scholastic
I'm sure he must of been some loony bird
How can I write with Lactic ?
Or practic, prophylactic
To make a poem filled with poise and grace
If IT'S to be climatic and regarded as fantastic
I've got to do what's Drastic,
I rest my case
I saw the difference you made
To the barrenness of your mother
Then I saw you poke fun at a worker
Who thought you were a good lover
...of sewing seams
I saw you reach out to a man
Who struggled to sit still
Then, I saw you ask another
To provide him with a decent meal
...so, it would seem
....LOVE has a question
I heard you spout out your beliefs
With a superior tone of knowledge
Then I heard anger in your voice
As you tried to push him to the edge
....of that perfect seam
I saw you give a dirty woman
Some clothes, food, and some water
Then, I saw you ignore
The silent, but very present, cry from your beautiful daughter
...who wanted to sew your seem
....LOVE wants to know
I saw your quick response
To a fallen man in need of medical attention
Then, you yell at your son
Who earned himself a scholastic detention
....for sewing seems incorrectly
I heard your lecture on the gospel
To a crowd of would be saints
I saw me, sitting in the pocket of the seam
And knew I ain't
....anything like a seam/seem
....LOVE has hemmed me in HIS seam/seem
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-05-2018
Note: I absolutely LOVE words!!! I hope you see, clearly, what I glimpsed, nearly, in the seam/seem :)
I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.
I was not attracted to those scholastic or athletic,
but to those lacking labels and considered rebels.
Moving yearly filled my army-brat life with sad good-byes
that swerved my teenage years thru countless, deep cries.
When the decade first began, I had paper and pen in hand
to secretly write the poetry holding my heart slams.
At thirteen, poems first bubbled in me to be pen-freed.
I still have most as lost girl written within my teen season.
In the seventies I fell in love with love, astrology, spirituality,
Kahlil Gibran, Thoreau, individuality as resonated in me
from Ann Rand’s, “The Fountainhead”, and lyrics on which I fed.
The Who, Moody Blues, Pink Floyd, Neil Young and Elton John
sang lines that thrilled me and I fantasized were mine, all mine,
as did Carole King, CCR, Eagles and Beatles when they sang.
Rock n Roll beats and crying guitars inebriated my limits,
such music moved me in defiance of compliance to physics.
Thru rock’s depths and denim, I was a seventies thoroughbred
who has poetically wept since first the decade's innocence bled.
Good girls don’t.
Well who are you to say?
Donning shredded fish nets,
kissing with dark lipstick,
she’ll say what’s on her mind.
Clearly she’s a bit scholastic,
putting her nose in the issues
after removing it from a book.
Who are you to say what
good girls do?
A scream as she spits gum out,
running until there’s nothing left;
in the end crying herself to sleep.
Who are you to say what
good girls do?
On a mission to sit for a while
yet always yanked up by her hair,
A sure sign no one else is there.
The haute spark of a trendsetter,
talking smack without a word.
Her wretched stack is everywhere.
Good girls don’t.
Well who are you to say?
5 dollars burning a whole in my pocket
Watching every second of the clock tick
Please bell hurry and ring, I'm waiting to go browse and buy my way to happiness
Everything I ever wanted in the world was waiting down the hall in my school library
Forget Christmas, Forget Spring Break
Nothing compared to the excitement I felt for the Schoolastic Book Fair
I'd walk around every aisle running my fingers over all the covers and down every spine
Searching for the the stories that longed to be mine
These were the days I couldn't wait to get home
I would run outside to dig into my treasure,
What adventure I would find underneath the large oak trees that lined the cracked concrete on my quiet empty street
A literary escape on a chilly fall evening
A different life for me awaits
For a perfect week, and hoping all poets, shared the same.
It was fun winning honorable mention in
the Musk poetry game.
The day before, was a POTD, and though a novice,
Team Poetry made me feel special.
Bless each and every poet,who took time to
comment,….. so warm and deferential!
No medical problems do I have, nor my family either.
I don’t do poetry all day, I enjoy watching movies,
just to take a breather!
My grandson made the Junior baseball varsity team.
With a high scholastic average, he really has a
smile that just beams!
And so, thank you God, for these awesome
people and your gifts, unending,
Protect all poets here tonight, as a brand
new week is pending.
2/5/2023
They promised that the debt would fade away
So students took the path they thought was right,
To study and find our scholastic way,
To keep our country's future burning bright.
Americans with good minds, sharp and free,
Where cowboys read of heroes in their books,
Cowgirls build homes for all to see,
Beyond the vanity of shallow looks.
But college dreams have turned to heavy lead,
All races and ethnicities in deep.
The interest grows while workers lose their bread.
The promises the lenders didn't keep.
From Texas plains to Floridian sun,
The SAVE plan starts the freedom we should've won.
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.
Pretty daffodils make the teacher happy
Children pick them for her from the golden hills
Miss Daisy is behind bars now for touching children
Where they should not be touched according to the rules
Inappropriately as stated in police reports at school
More than their minds were altered
Bathroom floors are made of porcelain
Cold to the feel and dangerous they say
Not a proper place for educating babies
Obscenity is against the law in certain places
Schools are learning institutions for the good
Flowers do not save the day for Miss Daisy
Questionable behavior makes headline news
In the community people talk of things to do
Apples were not her thing it seems
Butterflies and daffodils are soft to the touch
They fill her with delight when naked
Furthering her scholastic education to do right