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In a house I don’t live in
there’s a wife I don’t live with.
It all makes perfect sense,
the pillow is a dream-snatcher
it reveals other people’s dreams.
A movie I watched late at night
turns out to be my life
in black and white,
the 1940’s were big on
unintentional nostalgia.
My head skips out of one fantasy
into another.
Someone is dreaming of me.
Someone is in my mind
is smoking a reeking cigar
opening and closing doors
snooping.
Please don’t smoke in my mind.
The dream guy falls asleep in an easy chair,
The hot ash from the stogie turns to flames.
I am outside my mind now
looking in
as firefighters fight a losing battle.
One again sleep damage
jolts me awake
just to tell me to sleep.
There they are
In those closed boxes
Evidence of my journey
With steel crosses
Others would publish
And be a hero by now
But me, oh no
I'm a fat cow
...chewing cud
There's a film of shame
Holding the lid tight
Covering the thick ooze
Of my black night
Shall we celebrate
A body escape from hell
When the mind is captured
Where perception dwells
...fractured
Nope, my history is safe
Packed, and permanently sealed
I'll not have others snooping
On the path LOVE healed
It's ugly, sharp, jagged
The telling injures the reader
My trauma is mine
Not a chicken's feeder
...for growth
TRUTH is a be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-15-2026
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My name is Bond, Els Bond, and I live in Africa where I was born and belong.
On my continent, I do not work solo – my entire herd shares my mission mojo.
Here, many human lives are needlessly spent from illness meds would prevent.
Spying, I learned drug companies and doctors require green to become helpers.
My herd needs green vegetation so I tried human green as an exploration.
It upset my digestion, concerned me and launched my herd’s investigation.
Zebras meant well, monkeys and tigers did, too, so I gave them things to do.
I credit them now, though they fell apart over who was in charge of who
and could not recall instructions without many elephant-styled, memory clues.
In summary, we worked day and night gathering all in dire health plights.
For months we have brought humans to our camp, way out of snooping-sight.
Step one done, the other animals fell apart just as step two was due to start.
Ms. Currency-Cent, my assistant, helped me plan for any possible resistance.
Disguised as double-decker buses, we raided the city for all drugs in existence.
Many raids went down before a doctor and surgeon were found, then bound,
thrown in our trunks, taken to camp, where shaken, not stirred, they emerged.
Now they are too busy with the ill to feel any first waves of a selfish cave.
Tonight – step three: acquire a special hostage, not that we feel man can stop us, but to guarantee an eventual global mention of our elephant herd’s intentions: We wish media to showcase our success over medical greed’s endless feed.
As my bravest brother and sister elephants stand guard with grand eminence,
I am in route to kidnap a drug CEO while hoping this final plan is pure excellence.
My gentle, intelligent side now calls upon my side much braver
because there is one plan component my brain does not favor -
access to my target is only gained by an elevator.
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December 11, 2016
She yanked Sue by the belly,
She pinched Lou on the nose.
She shoved us from the telly
And she trampled on our toes.
She went through the cupboards, snooping
And she stole our paper clips.
But the worst stench was her pooping,
Then she ate our potato chips!
I have had it, I told my siblings.
Go find a long rope, and scissors too.
We dragged her from her scribbling,
And we lost her saddle shoe.
She was screaming like a banshee,
Neighbors ran out to take a selfie
Nothing posed, nothing fancy
Quick shots, lean and healthy.
We marched her to a locust,
In our best friend Marco’s yard.
He ran out to help us,
His brother Beau stood guard.
When our parents returned home
From their little night on the town
They wondered where the babysitter had gone.
Luckily, for us, she was never ever found.
Deep within my heart a hollow resides,
A hidden love, concealed from prying eyes,
Its flames, like embers, burn softly and glow,
With no hope of flaring up from the faux.
Only in secret, do furtive eyes meet,
Forbidden yearnings, longingly discreet,
These stolen moments, are all we can keep,
So shallow, when we yearn for love so deep.
Each furtive touch, a tremor in the dark,
Each kiss hesitant a flick fleeting spark,
Each murmured whisper a tell barely heard,
Each eye to eye stare, shortened and blurred.
This love blighted gets unrequited stalled
For love secret, is never love recalled?
For love secret is never love recalled?
We built a secret garden, safely stone-walled,
To hide our love away, but it did not work.
For straying innuendo and eyes did smirk,
Suspiciously following our sneaks away,
With no let-up in surveillance every day.
From jealous stares, glares, winks and snooping eyes
That traced every move, with evidence their prize.
So we must keep meeting in a secret place,
With no walls, never a completely safe space.
Never in the same space or place, repeated,
To ensure our enemies are defeated.
We must also meet less often to allay.
Our secret love must fade, but never away.
Our secret love must fade, but never away.
Living on in spirit, forever and a day.
We will cherish the hidden wink when eyes meet.
The faintest furtive touches when we greet
The smell of body aromas in passing.
The softness of familiar voices laughing.
The wait-a-while lingering on your smile,
Feigning unfamiliarity to beguile.
Our secret, our love in secret must live on.
Like the paint on canvases fades upon
The staring glare of light shining year on year.
But our love's spirit will forever endear.
For the spark, flare and glint of love's affair.
Like bottled wine matures and ages to better fare.
It was the last snowfall of winter's end
I went out sleighing with my best friend
Twelve inches of snow ~ sunny skies ~ a perfect blend
We trekked with cardboard boxes ~ around the bend
A long dirt path ~ through baron woods
A red fox curled in a ball ~ he caught my eye
Quietly we walked ~ as we passed him by
We covered our faces with our jacket hoods
A mile walk ~ was sleigh-ride hill
A refrigerator box was our perfect ride
And so was it Snoop's ~ when he jumped inside
Woohoo ~ Yee haw ~ a winter's end thrill
Snooping around ~ before he jumped inside
A stray puppy ~ a beagle ~ lost and alone
We played ~ his tail wagged ~ I took him home
He was scared ~ but playful ~ he barked and cried
Mom said "no" ~ I cried ~ she felt sad
Begging her please ~ she finally gave in
I knew if I cried, I'd eventually win
I named him Snoopy~ he was the first dog I ever had
Of winter's end~ this sure was the best
The towns people knew him ~ he was liked by them all
They knew I had found him ~ at sleigh-ride hill by the mall
I had him for sixteen years ~ I was blessed
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9/19/2018
NOT A RAP
JUST AN OLD GRIOT’S
BRAIN TAP
Hey
My child
In
A different
Style
I think
I need
To
Remind
You of a
Thing or two
That were
Once
Told to
You
Before:-
Again
Be it
Known
To you
That
Ancestors
Did more
With less
That
We
With more
Would have
Less to do
At
Our best
To not be
Oppressed:-
Oh this
May sound
Like clanging
Echoes
Re-sung
To you
Who need
To know
You can’t
Un-ring
Bells
Rung by
Ancestral
Heroes
And
Heroines:-
So
Just
Cease
Sitting
Around
Serving
Time
And get
Into
The frame
Of right mind
That makes time
Serve you
As you go
About
The awareness
Of what
You need to do
As the coming
Of
The Dream’s
Liberty
Is yours
To evolve
Into its
Full reality:
So
Get on
In the
Mastering
The awareness
Of
The inspiring
Echoes
Your generation
Was streamed
When you
Were being
Prepared
To become
The new
Leaders
Of our
Ebonic
Herd;
Hey
Time is
Waning
For we old
Snooping
Rappers
And is
Waxing
For you
Youths
To be in
The new
Brain tappers:-
Hey
The
All
Seeing
Eye
From
Above
Is now
On all
Of you
To kiss
All fears
Goodbye
And
Get into
The wonderful
Oneness
Of the onement
Of God’s
Divine wisdom
That’s been
Footprinted–
And
The above
Ground
Rails
That’s been
Long layed–
To navigate you
On the paved way
To the destiny of our
Liberation’s coming day:-
The old goose is getting plump
Must be some special occasion in the offing
Oh I remember, that jolly old man
Will soon be riding into town on his sleigh
Pulled by eight happy boisterous reindeer
He'll be ringing his bell and singing
Those happy Christmas songs we all know so well
That have been with us for a lifetime
“Frosty The Snowman” and
“Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!”
Ahhh... those joyous memories of when we were kids
Waking up early on Christmas morn
But having to wait until Mom and Dad
Gave us the okay to tear downstairs
Our hearts overflowing with excitement
As we first set sight on the gayly wrapped presents
Piled high under and around the tree
What joy, what excitement
Breakfast??? Who could eat breakfast?
We were allowed to open one present each
But then we had to sit at the table for a good hearty meal
How cruel was that, a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast
We gulped it down and waited for the signal
That we could leave the table
And take our seats as our dear old Dad
Read the tags on each present out loud
When he called out our name, our hearts raced
We quickly ripped of the colourful paper
That Santa's workers had so carefully placed
And screamed out with delight, “I GOT IT!”
It was just what we had asked for
Santa must have had secret agents snooping around
What a time it was and what a time it is remembering!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Black markings shade the space beneath green eyes,
for Friday night means football in these parts.
The name is Simon, snooping is my art,
my reg'lar seat's beneath two hefty guys.
There's plenty popcorn almost ev'ry time -
bits of sandwiches, chips and pizza parts.
When our team's doing good and scoring yards,
dessert is ice cream -makes my purr-er chime.
I share with Sugar, tablemate tonight.
Before the crowd leaves, we will scamper off.
Mix cats with water; there'll be a riot.
On Friday night, good food is my delight
but we get out before they hose the trough.
Game called for rain? means we're on a diet!
I am cracked, dropped, thrown, hurt and broken into pieces.
But whatcha mad at me fa?
I don’t understand.
Look... You called him over and over, nine times in a row, I had nothing to do with him not answering you or calling you back.
You got mad because he blocked you.
You sent that video to yo friend and she uploaded it to social media.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You were looking and snooping through his phone and read text messages and saw some ssh you didn’t wanna see, now your insecurity level is in the triple digits.
You took those nude photos and sent it to him and he showed all his homies.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You answered him at 2 in da morning and let him talk that crap in yo ear.
You lowered your standards and accepted less than you deserve.
You chose to mess with a married man and be a side piece.
You knew he couldn't be with you on holidays.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You allowed him to control your mood and attitude
You gave him the power to detect how yo day was going to go
You listened to that lie and believed it.
You thought money could buy you love.
You, You, YOU!
But cha’ wanna get mad at me.
You wanna call me stupid and throw me up against the wall and pitch me out the window and crack me in the head with a hammer and try and flush me down the toilet and hurt me in whatever way possible and fa what? You already showed me that you can’t live without me, so please treat me with care and love me like I love you.
Love Always,
Your Cell Phone
Boy I swear, sometimes these cellphones can't catch a break, lol.