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according to the dictionary
miracles are extraordinary events
but according to the word of God
miracles are ever-present
a woman one day said to me
that she hoped it would not rain
I told her don't speak of such
that's something I will not claim
with the words out of our mouths
we should be most aware
that If we speak of bad things
then bad things will occur
to speak life, to think in the positive
to always look for the best
It's something that we should all learn to do
so that our testimony may progress
If you always look at the glass half empty
and expect things to go wrong
bad things will happen in your life
and calamities will come along
just stop waiting and anticipating
for the other shoe to drop
look for a miracle on the horizon
for good things will rise up to the top
an unexpected bonus, a surprise party
or meeting your one true love
miracles just ordinary good things
gifts from the Lord God above
Evelyn was a gorgeous woman, sweet tempered and fun.
Larry knew that the second he began to date her, three months ago.
She seemed to be everything he wanted except for one small thing.
She was rather plain, not a looker, someone easily forgotten.
Thought this as he entered the French Quarter, for his afternoon snack.
Saw shoes first – they were sexy, sensual, red satin, with flirty ties.
Followed by legs that went up to the top of the Empire State Building.
He felt his cheeks redden. Had she seen him looking her over?
Stunning, with curly auburn hair, and a slender, glorious swan-like neck.
Larry watched. She was deep in thought, guarded by a collie like dog.
The dog stared daggers at him. They were a package apparently.
Maybe the dog was a shepherd; Larry did not understand dogs.
Dress was strapless, a sweetheart neckline; her breasts were perky.
Young, he thought; way too young to be wearing that much make up.
It was the Dad in him; he had a twelve-year-old daughter, Maggie.
The beautiful woman began to stir her beverage; the dog did not move.
A gorgeous pair, this woman wearing pearls at her neck and ears,
And impressively tall, protective, white dog with tan embellishments.
“Larry!” Evelyn sat down and noticed the young beauty right away.
“Look at that gorgeous hand-painted scarf in her lap!”
Larry pretended he did not know whose lap she mean. “Whose lap?”
“Oh, sure, you did not notice her?” She nodded in the dog’s direction.
“She is young enough to be my daughter!” He said indignantly.
Evelyn’s eyes danced, she looked prettier than she had ever looked.
She’s sultry and she’s sexy
Sunday morning yet kind of wild
And if I get to I can tell you
I’d gladly throw in the towel
I can’t think of even one
Other thing I’d rather do
Fore my time on this earth ends
Before all my days are through
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
She’s got my want to overflowing
Can’t get a handle on myself
This rusty pails awaiting
These holes can’t fill themselves
Gonna take it nice and easy
Fill it clear up to the top
Once I get my fill I’ll need refilled
I ain’t ever gonna stop
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
Some men live for money
But you’re only rich if you find love
Am I half full or half empty
It’s all just because...
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
On my bucket list there’s a dying wish
I’d love to fulfill....some day...
A nation's demise
Women's rights are at a crossroads, the right to go up to the top in any corporation, sit at the table making decisions that might be useful for the firm, but unsafe
for the society impressed by the powerful.
The highest accolade, often overlooked, is to give birth to a new life, only a woman can do this, but we appear
to forget what is important
The continuation of human life.
Women, married or not ought to have four children if civil life as we know it is continuing, that means a society must free women economically to pursue this
noble aim; not as mere breeders, but loved members of
our nation,
Abortion is killing the nations in Europe, we must understand this before we end up a minority and a culture alien to us
No woman should have to go through a pang of regret
when the embryo, before it is conscious, is robbed of the chance of becoming a child.
From the collection, “The Unknown Writer.” 2019
Generally, the flow of the river
Is engaging, wonderful, inviting
My LOVE wanted to take me rafting
So that I could learn what humanity is fighting
To the left, I see an abandoned child
Sleeping on the thorny bank
Suddenly, a boulder arose
And my heart sank
....to the bottom
The rocks cut my feet
As I walked the rocky bed
I saw an orphan
Who had been left for dead
Then I saw a child
Yell profanity's at his mother
As he expressed his anger
At being held accountable for another
...bottom feeder
An old and dear friend
Shunned my open arms of care
Though I have full reign of the River
She pushed me to stay where
...she'd placed me
An elderly man escorts a child
To buy her physical affection
Without natural affinity
To fight and ensure her protection
But the loaded gun
I took from the child's hand
Was Mama making him responsible
For his baby brother in Playland
...while she grew fat
As I realized that I can't shoot
And I'm opposed to the handling of steal
I passed it to my LOVE
And floated up to the top to embrace what is real
We finished our ride through humanity
To a decision that had to be made
Hopelessness pushed to blacken LOVE
But it was to LOVE, I freely laid
...despair
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-06-2018
Come out come out! Where ever you are!
Those of you hiding in the crowd know
who you are.
Come out come out! wherever you are!
those of you scared to speak out loud
in front of a crowd know who you are!
Those of you suffering from stage fright.
Know who you are.
Just the thought of everybody looking at you.
The fear of public speaking has you terrified.
You’re like a deer in a room full of mountain lions.
Some of you say you’re not scared.
You just don’t feel like coming up on stage
Or stand up and speak in the middle
of a classroom. But we know better.
If you had a choice between stepping up to the mic
or kissing the ugliest person on the planet.
We know some of you would pucker up…
When it comes to public speaking, some of you would prefer
to be in the coffin then to give the eulogy at the funeral.
Some of you are scared that
You’re going to embarrass yourself
or that something is going to go wrong,
or that you’ll look stupid.
Well never fear, people want to hear you do well.
They want to see you succeed,
when you speak your mind.
Well that day will come
when you are ready.
That’s when you’ll show
your quiet defiance and determination.
You will be ready to dance
like Nobody is watching.
Sing like no one is listening,
and speak like you’re standing
in an empty room.
If this sounds crazy, then you will learn
that most poets aren’t wrapped too tight.
And that our creative elevators
go up to the top floor.
Where we are in good company.
Because if you haven’t heard,
there are some people who are crazy,
and then there are some people
who are good and crazy.
So which one are you?
I went to park on a summers' day
To people watch and find escape
Bikers and skaters and joggers too
Frisbee throwers, a patriarchal zoo
But of the characters of this parade
A boy and his dog seemed the most brave
The boy would climb a tree the dog would follow
Right up to the top or even a hollow
Across a bridge into the lake
The dog right behind not a moment to waste
Such a friendship they had two silly clowns
Adventures abundant ups and downs
And the dog and the boy wore the same smile
Oblivious to onlookers true to their style
The boy maybe ten the dog maybe two
In the park for the day all part of the zoo.
The quest for eternity (Jeff Bezos)
He awoke under the bed; it had been his birthday
and had drunk champagne and eaten Danish pastry
He stretched, feeling stiff, walked to the kitchen, opened
the fridge took out cheese, tomatoes, butter and
A bottle of beer, which thirstily drank.
The cleaning lady had been everything was in order
but wondered where guests had gone and when they left
The house was quiet, not a sound from the street
looking out, he saw cars stopped, some with open doors
like they had been abandoned in haste, must be something
important going on, he thought, walked into the bathroom
had a shower and shaved.
In a bakery/café, he had a sandwich and coffee, which he had
to make himself since no one was around
It dawned on him people had left for a reason unknown
and everything, cars, cigarettes and beer, was free and only
For him to enjoy.
A Rolls Royce that had belonged to the mayor stood in the street
as he had never driven an expensive car before he started
The car, what smooth ride, he thought, but where are the people?
At the plaza, he saw a dog that looked like the one he had
many years ago, called the cur’s name, but it growled at him
and ran away, frightened of him.
At an expensive restaurant walked into the kitchen, made
a good meal, and drank fine wine without worrying about paying.
The dog came in, to all friendly now understanding it had
to stick with this person to be fed.
Months went by, he had everything, but he had nothing there
no change, days were the same, he lost interest
in himself stopped shaving and bathing and wore the same pants
and shirt every day as time was endless no point doing anything
Life had lost its meaning; he had to take the matter into his own hands
took the lift up to the top of the building and jumped, but he descended
slowly and softly landed, he broke down and sobbed
He was doomed to live forever as a punishment for his wishes to
Be a master of life and death.
Back under the bed, he went to sleep an eternity away, but the dog
stood outside the bedroom crying, who is to feed it now?
I look meticulously at the lines and know that something lies behind the deep; I could not tell form where but something bigger than my mind was pulling me there. There was a peculiar light radiating from the tips and a glow that penetrate my lips; they run all over the sky hanging from the corners and connecting with the mountain peak.
I watch the sanctuary in the sky collecting different shades of clouds forming mounds that sits on top of mounds filtering radiant energy in the magnetic field and sending electric charges plunges in the middle of the sea.
I watch it rolls by forming clusters around the moon and beckoning the stars to come home soon, the old man in the clouds was not there and my heart began to fear.
I walked towards the ocean and to search for the connection but the waves keep shouting at me and my heart keeps yearning for thee, and far beyond the rock, a speck of light glow and I saw you standing there.
It’s like you were still on the ship, holding the wine glass with your makeup on and the man’s hands stretched across your shoulder, and you looking over. He had a wine glass in his hands too and he was looking directly at me and from the looks of things he had something to say but a giant wave came and swept him away.
The shores lay bare with nothing to share and the salty smell in the air perfume the atmosphere and I could hear the troubled souls that have gone on before crying out loud to come out.
It is like they were in a dungeon trying to get out but they were trapped from within and no one could get in, such is the punishment for mankind’s sin.
The land is filled with tension and there is no place to live, the trees are saturated up to the top and the seagulls are flying from rock to rock and the sanctuary in the sky stands still.
Viva la morning sun
Midnight, dark night, no light, can’t go.
So dark, so quiet, so I guess the neighbours are not home.
Waiting for sleep to arrive, but it never does on time.
Still waiting to permanently close my eyes;
But match sticks under baggy eye lids,
Will not show me the peaceful dreams I need to find.
Brain storms while outside it is silent.
Not a raindrop in the air.
Sun will rise shortly, as will the neighbours;
They all arise without a care.
I will hear their alarms and the beeping of their cars
And each and every door they all slam, God damn!
Muffled music drives away and I am left with clinking milk bottles.
How I hate to hear the milk man moving in full throttle.
The bin men arrive flashing their ‘vehicle is reversing’ lights.
I close my eyes, but they peek around the curtain…sigh.
People are busy nattering and I am left sinking;
There is no calling for the postman singing.
The birds have not even got their song books out yet,
Because there is too much noise, for all their rehearsing.
Now I arise from the deep pit in which I dwell.
The zombie arisen, the power button pressed, another day of Hell.
In a state of half-dress the violins begin,
Quietly at first, but soon a full orchestra of noise;
A cup of tea is soon ready to drink.
This symphony would wake the whole neighbourhood,
If it wasn’t for all the toys and work, which mean they are already up.
The din would be said to be deafening, ironic,
If I cared to hear those muggles out there, but today is supersonic
And the strings are rising up to the top of the planet,
And I am drifting within the music’s magic.
I am taken away to a classical age,
Where maidens play while in-waiting in castles.
The beer is served in tankards,
Meat ripped with fists and soldiers prepare for battle.
This warrior mind has no strength for a Queen,
The zenith passed, the air up here is so clean
And now the end of the song approaches
And with a whimper, I remember, the line of forgotten roaches…
I raise to my height, now at full length, a citizen.
Viva la revolution! I am at one with creation.
Hello Earth and morning sun!
Let me feel your warmth…my morning divine, my elation.
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