Middle of nowhere as the road continues
A hotel sign welcomes my urgent needs
Panic, chaos, as I search for a restroom sign
I burst though the door like a gun slinger in a saloon
Relief
In the wild maze of stalls and panic
I never checked my surroundings for supplies
The roll has gone from white to brown.
No more TP!
Next to me I can see feet.
I am frozen.
I do not make a sound
I feel like I am being hunted by embarrassment
I do not know who is next to me
I make assumptions of their life by the appearance of their shoes
Kind of scuffed and not well maintained
"Spare a square" I would never dare
I wait uncomfortably until they are gone
I shuffle to another stall and again I am whole.
When it comes to creating the kind of world we’d like our world to be
Is it possible one answer could be
swimming…
with the otters of the sea..
Sea otters are keystone species…meaning as through the ocean they glide
they help to maintain balance in the kelp forests where they reside.
As they live their life in harmony with the ocean deep
one thing I find enchanting is the way sea otters sleep.
Since the ocean is their home…you could say it is their Mother
they link paws when they sleep
so they won’t drift away from one another.
They sleep in groups together…a large otter raft they form…
where you can even see them cuddling to keep each other safe and warm
Which makes me wonder…could this be one solution
for stopping hate and poverty and war…
If every human maintained balance by linking together,
cuddling and holding hands a little more.
Another lesson from our Earth…
who we also call our Mother…
One way to ensure we as humans
don’t drift away from one another…
Repetition, Renewal and the Return
Sat in waiting
At the end of time.
Repetition stated it didn't matter anyways cause it was all the same.
Renewal spoke and maintained the differences were as vast as the changing seasons.
Return sat in silence,
Like breath held in suspension,
And then spoke
"When I come back to creation
It is as an End."
Ere Dawn resumed her immemorial trust,
And vested earth with its hereditary fire,
A quiet ordinance, older far than light,
Passed through creation's unrecorded choir.
No seraph stirred.
No sceptre changed its hand.
Only possession loosed its last command.
The cedar kept its patriarchal shade;
The river held its testament to sea;
The stars maintained their sacerdotal watch,
Yet none rehearsed the grammar of the free.
Each thing fulfilled
Its undisputed part,
Without one covenant of "mine" at heart.
Then at the vesper table, long made holy
By homely fidelities no years could sever,
She brake the loaf, prepared the waiting bowl,
And reached to serve her absent love as ever.
Her hand grew still—
For love, at length made whole,
Could not distinguish giver from the bowl.
Then Light, divested of all need to shine,
Found every soul had always been its own.
There is love,
Synonymous to life.
reflections may tatter and erode upon mirrors
Seasons may break and pass,
Years may come and go.
However,
Upon life that love has not changed.
For its likeness maintained what the world breaks.
A child is only found in children,
or in one whom has been preserved by a love of this fashion
Conclusively,
my childish soul is to remain.
And only upon a grave will it lastly reside,
As assured by the immutable love i hold for you.
You've seen me at the circus
In front of adoring fans
With plates on top of pointy sticks
I spin them with my hands.
I have a whole row of them
Up to sixteen at a time
I even wear a blindfold
You've seen nothing of the kind.
I'm not really a performer
In the circus or the stage
But I perform at your local court house
Where my kid's future is being played.
We all have our parts to play
In this strange game of charades
But fathers have to work twice as hard
For their image to be maintained.
"Children need their mothers
She knows what's best", they say
But fathers have to prove their worth
Every step of the way.
Sometimes there is justice
Sometimes the judges see
That the best interest of the child
Goes beyond you and me.
Children are so vulnerable
In this dancing tug of war
So fathers keep your wits about you
Don't fight to settle a score.
Your children truly need you
In this time of change and strife
Remember you're their father
No one can take away that right.
So spin your plates if you must
And keep your anger in
Play their little games for a while
Pray that your children win.
Pray that your children win.
The high seat of justice
Situated above the case
He sits in black robes
Reading every face
Dressed appropriately
Ready for defense
Boxes of proof
Organized offense
Character witnesses arise
I ready my box of respect
They tell their experience
But I have letters to inspect
Word is admissible
But video more effective
Narrative flows
While picture gives perspective
I'm no victim of war
I've maintained every receipt
So that when value is questioned
I will be seen as the girl without a need
...guilty as charged
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-22-2026
Why do I move swiftly on
from ‘Eureka’ moments
Can I not stop to celebrate
Why not savor them
The motor keeps running
momentum must be maintained
Pleasure's no treasure
leaning back ~ a heart attack
Another year is complete with its ups and downs,
Another chapter written, a page turned over,
Times when we maintained composure or had breakdowns,
Now it's time for a significant changeover,
Hearts filled with gratitude, we look up to heaven,
Thanking God for the blessing of His living breath,
Each disappointment was a refreshing lesson,
Each achievement taught us of His guidance in depth,
Now we look forward to a bright, new beginning,
Forgetting the past and reaching for the future,
Praying for a prosperous start, we are singing,
Thanking for today and hoping next year's SUPER,
This last day of 2025, we stand here,
Looking unto Jesus Christ, this year we embrace,
Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!!
May God bless you with His benevolence and grace!!!
~ JEBA & JOANNA
The flight is full, so there’s no room
For everybody’s bags.
We need 3 dozen volunteers -
Come up; we’ve got the tags.
The first-class passengers are set,
As well as Comfort Plus,
But those in Groups 6,7,8 -
You’re screwed - and that means us!
We didn’t buy the cheapest seats,
Yet still, we’re in a fix
Because our boarding pass revealed
That we are in Group 6.
We now need 20 people
To check baggage and what’s more,
By doing so, we’ll move you up
And you will join Group 4!
We waited with our bags until
A few of us remained
And yes, we stowed our bags up top,
Despite what they’d maintained.
And by the way, 2 empty seats
Are there across the aisle,
A challenge to the agents
Who might still be in denial.
Secure from behind
This wall in my mind.
Within its refuge, as fine
A maintained garden's.
Unshook by what raw
For voices blow o'er.
At peace with self, there attuned
To what inspires art.
As what, buzzing, as quicksmart
A flower opens.
What I love :
I love my house with garden, both well maintained .
Family members hold emotional ties,
guests and relatives feel cosy--entertained,
Open communication : prime qualities.
Members caring, sharing experiences.
Empathy and compassion spreading essence.
Sense of trust with mutual understanding ,
nurturing nice perfect family bonding.
What I hate :
I hate most the dirty social politics
Which I had to face and confront off and on.
Those hazards appear from envious instincts :
Attitude to harm polluting environ.
Greed and Selfishness, I hate from chore of heart.
Malice and Betrayal, can't tolerate just.
In hatred zone are Lies and dishonesty.
Last not least to outrage woman modesty.
With two left feet
he's clod-hoppery
tho' her little white porkies
are quite whoppery
as he thinks aloud
she's merely frippery
meanwhile she knows
he's really foppery
but slinking around
slippery-sloppery
in sandals she found
flippery-floppery
she came a-croppery
a total eye-poppery
yet flummoxed
gob-stoppery
he refrained
from quippery-flippery
remained on toppery
and maintained
ever chippery
Deep in the bush i hear 'the snapping of sticks' a sound that flat toned sits with a
Feeling.. Just so sick.' When did Vice-pol
Really get so bad? No shes just not right.'
Wow the vibes real sad.' I think of their
Estate? unravelling fast now.' Tailing off
Like a dingo's howl.! They have returned to
Their vomit..As will most dogs, eager to eat..At this thought i hear the lyre-bird sob..Its the Sound now of Victoria ..A place now hard of face.' Bereft of exuberance, yet not, yet beat.. And 'with mind on that
shelf' built in twenty twenty and maintained, by this force.? For dan's selfish self'
I wish to exit this museem..Or cell filled with
Much re-morse.' And i'm overwhelmed in
Anger, as the dirge deafening loud; does course..Near as
Much as the bush silence can hold your attention.. All round and God i can't escape this sick feeling in either solitude or crowd'
5040
We may assume with clarity
That God ain't in the cavity
And this real reality
Removing the polarity
For health of personality
Of any nationality
Without the Humanity
Implied the MENTAL health
And judgement of the gravity
My favorite duality
The middle name is phelan
Is bullschiet of the most
Apparently all langlands
Is wrong even to odd
Topology, apology
Schietloads of wrong technology
Dependence and the bounds
Inadequate economy
Shall serve to WHAT?
That you are bound as a group
And happily restrained
Totality of the control
So you may be maintained
The science purpose shall be not
The tool to help this ways
And Plato's Cave produced this intercept
The harmony of real that you overstepped
For those with the proper edge in mind
To understand that ALLAH redefines your kind
And still you cannot watch how YAHWEH eat the chips
And human perverts motivated thus by help to nature
Shall each obtain the guns
And killing as much human as they may
And this is only THE CORRECT SOLUTION
Now you may decay
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