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Cozy comfort he finds residing in his narrow world
Never veering from neighborhood he well knows,
Keeping to his familiar corners of adamant beliefs
Roaming within limits of truth he chooses to see.
His paths have been paved for his own two feet,
Restless he feels when strangers trespass his street
For long ago he decided who fits his myopic sight
Guarded by perimeters of his sacred boundaries.
He won't attempt to understand differing insights,
Never having been part of a scholarly discussion;
For he can't comprehend things new and unknown,
Afraid that new knowledge may pollute his mind.
When a tourist pays a beggar on a main city-street
He rushes to take a picture of beggar's empty mug,
Directing him to smile broadly on hungry stomach
So he can exhibit to his world, proof of lazy people.
Saddened he feels seeing a child cling to mother’s gut
As she lays dead amid ruins of a hapless war-zone.
He looks away mourning, seeing such dreadful scenes
But that would be the extent of his generous streak.
March 11, 2018
Placed first in contest 540 by Brian Strand
For days I’ve been writing poems about our travels…let me now explain…
We’re on the Great Northern Road trip
driving US Highway 2 from Washington all the way to Maine.
We’ll be veering off heading to Glacier and Banff…
and other parts of Canada…where our passports are required
)We’d like to use them at least once…before they both expire).
The next phase of our Great Northern Road Trip
part of this 48 day span…was a 230 mile journey
from the town of Skykomish to the city of Spokane.
When we left that morning the rain from yesterday
hadn’t finished falling yet…
and we wondered if every one of these 230 miles would be cold and wet.
As we drove over the Cascade mountains
we hadn’t traveled very far…
when clouds descended from the mountain top and gently caressed our car
From that moment on clouds of every size and shape happily caught our eye
as they playfully shared the heavens with the sun and the deep blue sky.
They were with us through the Alpine forests…and didn’t miss a beat
as they joined us in the valley where the apples grow
and through golden fields of wheat.
And whenever we stopped to take in the beauty
far from the maddening crowds…
every time we looked up..we were greeted by the clouds.
About halfway through the drive…I had this feeling…strong!
that they weren’t clouds at all…
but angels sent to watch over us as wee drove along.
One cloud gave herself away…after I’d been watching her a while
when I’m sure I saw her wink…followed by a smile.
When we finally reached Spokane…
I looked up and thanked all those angels for helping us find our way
And told them if they’re not busy
we’ll be on this Great Northern Road trip….for at least 40 more days.
I used to run in lines
Straight and sharp
Never veering
Til I met desire
In secret, she led me
Down paths of pleasure
Just out of reach
The fire thickened
and finally.......ROARED!!!
Freedom, at last
I scribbled for the first time
Playing without an image
Skipping to the beat of MY drum
Swinging as high as the sky
Til reality brought me to earth
And I planted my feet
In quicksand
and finally......settled
Every escape brought bars
New and unfamiliar
Seasons of unknown shelter
Smothered hope of roses
Dandelions sufficed
As the wind whipped and whirled
Leaving my withered soul
With a stem
and finally......LOVE wins
Waving goodbye to Lemir
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2024
The yearns that used to be engraved in the inner part of my soul,
The exquisite pain that once tormented me relentlessly has finally taken a new turn,
The feelings that stirred strange but worthwhile sensations have finally concluded,
Making it feel like the world has crumbled but no, it had not,
Changes quietly unfolded, veering towards the better,
Little did l know that happiness rested within my hands,
Nights of unrest, a carousel of thoughts and dreams, played their part,
Mixed feelings, and longing to be embraced reminded me that it was nothing but an unrequited love story,
But now l clap hands with a smile plastered on my face without having a heavy heart,
Today l lift glasses in moments of celebration,
Raising toasts in jubilant moments,
Lighting candles in memory of the grievances of my past decisions,
As an outcome of my strong and heartfelt decisions,
Hands once thought to bewitch a man's mind, now grasp the wheel, steering a new path boundless,
Pen and paper unite, revealing talents anew,
The tears that once welled up during those dark times, have now run dry,
Once again, the wishes weren’t granted but rather prayers have been,
The heart has agreed to move on,
But only one can imagine,
The bliss post-healing, from tales often veiled,
Embracing newfound light after traversing unspoken shadows.
Mere Minutes Into May Sixth, 2019
Heron entombed within b44 man cave
at Highland Manor Apartments sitting
in catbird seat after shower and shave
attuned to silence permeating airwave
wondering what comprises silence music
to these keenly attuned ears as agave
tastes sweet on tongue curious just now
if those hard of hearing or deaf crave
distinct absence, albeit low toned hum,
sans various appliances buzzing this knave,
who relishes solitude and absolute quiet
though this facility, most appeal aye rave
constitutes very minimal cost courtesy
rental assistance, which provides us to save,
(that plural includes missus) feels a slave
hidebound to maintain tidiness, lest we
find ourselves homeless prospect I stave
off (just barely), analogous keeping wild
animal at bay, though grim prospect suave,
and debonair "FAKE" facade I don trumpet
merely self employed to distract grim fate,
which loomed large months few months gone
necessitated third automotive, repair spate
chilly linkedin (racking ma pinion), asper our
2009 Hyundai Sonata (sedan) original parts
(battery included) amazingly last years behave
ving admirably despite slew of upkeep sending
checking account into intensive care, a grave
situation kickstarting precarious mental health
(amazing how being penniless - dirt poor) brave
driver cannot withstand blistering maintenance
costs sustaining car, more money versus engrave
van tombstone, and more painful experiencing
a negative checking account balance, thus fave
veering disliking existential hardship, where entrenched
panic attacks (despite pharmaceutical magic) death gave
enticing option, cuz quotidian struggle undermines
affinity to enjoy life, liberty, blah blah to thrave.
When I sense a pathway
in between my mountain of narcissistic need
to control my relationships
and all my anthrosupremacist rivered lessons
cause-effect linear
verbal assumptions
with nonverbal consecutive resolving
and unresolved ambiguous feelings
Veering away from dark trauma
blue loneliness
and toward ego- and eco-therapies
of green abundance,
When I feel polyphonic harmony,
synergy between and within my interior biosystems
Deep listening,
and not digging for control,
even eventually,
settling in for perpetual unconditional co-control
both/and nuancing interdependent co-investment,
enlightened co-empowerment
empowering win/win resolutions
of thoughtful conscious/conscientious feelings,
Transparently rivered valleys
of neuro-sensory unvoiced
win/win resolving
solvent flowing return choice
soothing past win/lose sensory traumatic
in-between
Decisions for economic
Whole Systemic
pro-ecological
co-relational
multi-lateral solidarity
of animus mundi awe,
holonic nature-enspirited
History encultured
Yang/Yintegral timelessly
unconditionally regarded,
esteemed sacred space
Of balanced
co-relational place
InBetween old and new
internal sensory rivers of feeling
win/lose anxious trauma
and environmental stress
And anticipating health
and felt wealth of ego/eco defensive
yang/yintegral safety
actively co-investing
in shared economic and pro-ecological,
cooperatively reborn,
original prime NonZero Zone,
ego/eco-matriarchal
politically attached relationship
Win/win restoring
health/wealth optimizing
new/old green wisdom
nutritional communication
rebirthing health/wealth
optimization deals.
We are all called to His Marvelous light
To be relieved of our sin and plight
Yet we doubt, delay and scoff
In a pride with the semblance of a huff
For we’d better hassle and bustle
But for how long will His Spirit tussle
If man shuns Christ for the seemingly premium
Mocking His teachings as the poor’s opium
Ever learning but veering from Truth
Ever unsettled but looking for something to soothe
You don’t believe in God whom you’ve never seen?
But you believe in your dreams never seen
You confess of gut feeling sure and clean
And other things out of scene
But is the unseen limited to your imagination?
Why is it widespread in proclamation?
What is that justice in our wish, will and bearing
What’s in that hope we delight in hearing
With that much faith that you wield
To God with speed be led to the need to yield
K. Muitherero
Nothing much to really say
This manic mood is here to stay
Crying as the days become hard
Crying because for my life I have no regard
Im sinking in my ship
The water deep, I'm losing grip
Trying to find a place of safety
This fight however is just not in me
Veering close every day
To the edge they told me to steer away
Jumping over seems more appealing
Than sitting here, my soul leaving
Pen to paper seems to be
The only way I can express the real me
Trying to keep the darkness at bay
Isn't really as easy as the books say
This version of me I hate the most
The one that makes me just a ghost
I have no emotion, not even one
It's like I'm holding a metaphoric gun
Should I shoot to stop the pain?
But from that what would be gained?
Another lost soul to suicide
Another life thrown aside
Sinking into delusions and visions
But only I can see divisions
Divisions between reality and visions
Life is filled with unwritten conditions
So pen to paper I will stay
A poem to keep the darkness at bay
Those who read I want you to know
This depression is not my usual glow
I'm in the weeds can't get out
Don't even know what I'm talking about
Confusion with reality is killing me
I write my story for the world to see
Invisible and invincible
Nothing in mind till that Kingdom comes...so numb in my shell...living in this cell, so unchain me free...I need to grow and glow
Vanity is in this Earth of hatred and dread...never satisfied and so full of pride...instead, have love and go to bed with humility
I appreciate you truly...I adore you so much...be as free as free can be...I love you so and such
Crazily cooled off by vibes of vitality and veering off into vivacious, vibrant voices of violins...glisten in the moonlight and listen with your might tonight...I will fight the mighty fight and take flight with delight...watch me fly like a kite while you spread your wings of contrite in spite of my joy...you won’t take it away because it’s my own...so go on, ignore me cluelessly...glee flees into me and makes me feel invicta as heavens
Tranquility and tension tortured me though
And also, I’m mesmerized momentarily by therapeutic music, awkwardly dancing just for the heck of it...invincible, strong and courageous as ever...
Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?