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She walks with a stagger
Her breath reeks of hooch
He lies upon the street
With his way, advertising, "I'm a mooch"
She walks among the elite
Being extremely discrete
He struts with names and titles
Careful to keep a tight rein on the bridle
They have tried for years
But all attempts drench them in tears
They have a gaggle of offspring
But for whatever reason, he won't give a ring
Crowds of people gather at the square
Waging war against behaviors of men
Now that the veil has lifted
You better look again
They have company!!!
Blood oaths, hidden agreements
At a table made of sand
LOVE is seated at the head
And grace is holding our hand
Stand firm, oh stout of heart
Let purity cleanse and fire purify
Many will fall away to fear
But LOVE wins because it never dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-29-2025
I know a hag who begs for loot
She is wheelchair bound like me too
Her soft skills are fake, this ol' koot.
I ask her to stop, do I seem rude?
The staff tell her to stop this crap
One dude in a wheelchair got mad
I told him to chill,that's no rap
He was still angry man t'is sad
She cares not about any rule
This woman does not want to learn
Bid her to stop makes me a ghoul
Probably in the she'll get burned
The forest man
He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake
he planned to go there after his divorce
with no demand on his time, life would be simpler
first of all, he needed a dog, the one he had
was a poodle, his ex-wife could take the mooch
he needed a strong dog that could feed itself
catching rabbits in the glen
The cabin only had one room, a big room he could
make a kitchen in a corner, for the he needed
a hand pump and dig a Hole for a cisterna.
bedroom and living room together was ok, he had
a sofa bed but needed a couple of chairs
He also had to build a shed, an empty plastic
drum to sit on and empty his own effluence twice
a week
So much to do!
perhaps he should get one more dog, the one
offered him by a farmer, had a white snout liked
to sit on the sunny side and snooze
he had to remember to buy tins of dry dog food
to buy provision, he needed transport, a mule
would do, so he had to build a stable
No electricity, so he had to buy batteries and candles
so much to do!
I met a forest man in a tavern he had a cabin in
the woods, near a lake, for sale.
When the ripples unfold, a story untold; far, far away.
In the brume of the cold, my humble abode: far, far away.
From a birds-eye view, I watch as they mooch,
Pirates they loot off my roots.
From the tip of the nuke to the low-lying truce,
Compacted the power abused.
I cry I cry, far away I cry
They flow with life but take no form.
Sugar honey coconut from a birds-eye view
My tears straighten from the bending of the storm.
At last I feel, the burns and the lies
Far, far away, through the eyes of my demise.
Mama I’m home.
Leave me alone, I yelled to the kitten
The almost adult one that stood on my head
It’s four in the morning and where is it written
That I should wake up when you wish to be fed
Leave me alone, I called to his brother
Who walked over me as I struggled to rest
Why don't you leave me and bother another
How can I breathe when you stand on my chest
Leave me alone, I say when I’m eating
Nobody told you to mooch off my plate
You better know as I watch you retreating
That was my food that you carelessly ate
It doesn’t matter that I may be sleeping
Eating or resting or doing a chore
These are my cats and they never stop creeping
Over my dishes and in through my door
Funny to know that whenever they bug me
They like to purr just as loud as they can
They show affection by how they are happy
Knowing I love them as their biggest fan
Leave me alone, is a phrase I am using
Spoken more softly and always in vain
What is the point when I know that I’m losing
Leave me alone is like stopping the rain.
Written and submitted November 12, 2021
To the "Leave Me Alone" poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Shooting stars or meteor shower?
Smiling eyes or evil glower?
Friendly smile or sinister plan?
Deranged killer or family man?
Blue waves lapping or cold grey sea?
Sunshine sky or burning skin?
Moonlit night or shadowed wolf?
Dark unseen cry or barn owl mooch?
Green, green grass or battlefield?
Peaceful sight or blind mind feel?
Standing still or running away?
Time for your dreams or no time left today?
Loving eyes or fools lullabies?
Holding hands or bleeding fists?
Reflection of you or is it someone else?
Mind asking questions or heart casting spells?
Real love or real fake?
Real life or living hate?
Do we see each other or do we dance in the rain?
Do we see the scars or do we feel the pain?
Do we look for a reason or don’t we hesitate?
Rays of moon are no longer a light
To me, it reminds for what I was bright
For me it feel the worst of all my banish
At least my bars treat me well - not as me rubbish.
How I went through the backdoors of huge mansions at nights
Oh god, I looked inside!, is what I recall from this lights
Although they say it is full days, that I am deserved to be punished
Truth is this night with the moon in that sky - which really makes me vanished.
Although I tested my skills ,with the men who had more cash to move
I never thought to hurt, the lambs who try the everyday mooch
So why every nights? , you hunt me with your virgin troop
Oh..Artemis! Let me rest with my eyes shut down - so no more rays go through
I have a much-used bird feeder outside my window pane,
To entertain my cat Jefferson who growls at birds in vain!
Jeff sprawls upon the back of a couch chattering in frustration,
As birds just inches away cause him further consternation!
Hordes of finches leer at him while pecking at the seeds.
Flickering their tails at Jeff, they fly away seeking other needs.
Blue jays create a ruckus that causes him to hunch his back,
But the jays ignore him and continue to enjoy their snack!
Little chickadees flit about dining on a seed or two, then flee,
And Jeff can only glare at them as they settle in a nearby tree!
Gentle mourning doves stop by to partake of my bountiful largess.
Tho' they're a bit more gracious, Jeff swishes his tail nonetheless!
When wily squirrels stop by to mooch, Jeff really gets upset!
He'll hiss and spit at them considering them a major threat!
After a while he will tire of the game and call a truce,
Flopping in my lap for a nap as if to say, "What's the use!"
Come in from the byre, Mag Hand
Sit you down there firnenst the coatstand,
But first light the fire and
Throw on the dinner Mag Hand
Lave the Childer outside,
ah shur look they'll be grand
D'ye mind the Carnival, Mag?
Don't be lettin' on that you don't
Shur you borrowed your sisters coat,
hat and shoes
And a broach for the style yes ye did,
So you did, Margaret Hand
Oh but you cut a fine rug Mag Hand
All the sulky lads on the side agreed
without doubt
They looked moon,
maw mouth'd and meek
While you moved unbounded and sleek
Ahh you stepped and bounced
like a young wan Mag
They knew well the kind of ye
And slithered behind a' ye
But wouldn't encroach or mooch
or intrude
Because, come here to I tell you my love
(something they'd not understand)
You were such a grand lassie,
Back then in the prime
But you're now a fine woman
Mag Hand
listen to the whisper of the night
i love it when i can wind down with no light
the fireflies gather round to enjoy the same feeling
it is like we are one united to take a breather from the life in which we are dealing
the calm and the beauty of it makes me feel all giddy inside
it makes me so happy and glad that i chose this place in which to reside
no longer do i feel like a mooch or a pauper
no longer do i have a use to be a couch hopper
right here, right now, i am so content in my elements
i rest right here with a smile while enjoying the fresh taste of velamints
How do we know they are amongst us
Are they the ones who do not believe
Those truthful earnest things we believe
Aren't they the ones who try to deceive
Our youth into their filthy naughty deeds
Do they mock us and hate us yet mooch
Will they steal our children and eat the pooch
Do their wicked women tempt us to smooch
Do they celebrate without drinking hooch
Damn their souls to eternal hell
Shut the gates before they swell
And overtake us against our will
For this we need more then popping pills
Do they look like us do they think like us
Do they eat like us do they meet like us
Do they laugh like us do they cry like us
Do they fear like us do they scare like us
Will they accept and simulate
Will they turn before it's to late
Will they defy and seal their fate
Will they leave as we close the gate
Are they the ones that strangely smell
Are they the ones that seem unreal
Are they the ones who cannot feel
Are they the ones we must kill
How do we know they are amongst us
Drunk
Whore
Bully
Child
Mooch
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