I will not work myself
Into an early grave
Building and tearing down
All I gave
I will not give my name
To objects of success
Allowing judgement
To determine if I did my best
I will not yield resources
To the hope of Ba'al
Stressing myself to sickness
Trying not fail
I will not bow to a god
Who brings Justice if I serve
Where the ONE at top
Shoots goodness on a curve
Nope, He is eternal
No matter survives His presence
I will live in the "IS"
Opening to creation the beauty of His essence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-29-2024
Categories:
mastering, love,
Form: Rhyme
When I first visited Saigon
Learning the Saigon Shuffle
Was difficult
And now 24 years later
It all seems to be coming back
There is an art to crossing the street
Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars
The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses
The art consists of letting the big guys go first
Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists
Trusting that they will get out of your way
And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle
Always find a way
In my two visits I was struck
By how it all flows together
Without a central authority
And with almost no planning
Lights or cops
Somehow it just is
And somehow it works
And it is still a mystery to me
24 years after first
Encountering the Saigon shuffle
Categories:
mastering, america, travel,
Form: Free verse
Dark skies - gather
A warm breeze rolls in
Disruption; atmospheric pressure
Desires; humanity’s troubled sins
Perceptions illicit emotions
Thoughts; heat - rising in the mind
Ancient - safety mechanism
Born; important for the time
Survival was imperative
Consumption; modern times all in vain
The conscious creature’s dilemma
Awareness; somethings driving us insane
Blind drives…
Natures blessing - society’s pain
The instinctual beast
Twisted; we’re one in the same
What God joined together
Man can’t tear apart
A primitive brain
Consciousness; the human heart part
Mastering desires
Discerning the thoughts
Cravings diminish
Tranquility’s what sought
The drives are within us
Acceptance; a warm breeze of glory and pain
Adaptation via atmospheric pressure
Unsettled; man still remains
Categories:
mastering, conflict, desire, destiny, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Music makes one dance,
and the dancer expresses
the mood of its sound;
poetry makes one recite
verses that are lively or dark...
it's the state of the moment,
that voice trapped inside
longing to break free.
I lift the burden of heaviness
by letting out my breath
and give life to words
whether they sound soft or harsh,
impactful, shallow or profound...
I master the language that
only the poet understands.
Do I expect awards, handshakes
or lauds? None of these I meditate
to win the crown and scepter of the gods,
and undeserving of such glory or merit...
I let modesty outrun imprudence.
Whatever critics think of my work
as being excellent, or mediocre,
I pursue enlightenment in knowledge...
words and ideals that make wisdom grow.
My pen is more powerful when it does
something amazing and reveals
the purpose of its intent by mastering
the language that only the poet understands.
Written on 1/23/2017
Categories:
mastering, art, growth, inspirational, integrity,
Form: Free verse
In all our days upon the earth
they are clouds all around
some are light but others dark
amidst them there’s hope to be found
These dark one’s can be awful
black and over boding to the soul
your mood seems always cast down
hopelessness fills you as comfort’s stole
Remember to lift your drooping head up
for over your hill lies your eternal hope
there’s a God in heaven waiting patiently
to see you passing down your rope
So this is our God of hope
Jesus who wipes away our cloud
keep your heart embraced in His
eternally secure the Lord has vowed
Categories:
mastering, dark, depression, life,
Form: Rhyme
let night
work with
her hands
in carving
out this
moon again unto
this work of art
while, mastering
her craft
Categories:
mastering, imagination
Form: Free verse