Your heart is kind, so amazing
A blessing, inside… my soul is praising
You’re a piece of the life, God gave
A life full of purpose, a chance so brave
Your soul is faithful, such sacrifice
A sweet smelling joy, heavenly spice
You’re a miracle of grace, God’s light
A murmur of love that feels so very right
Your story comes alive as dawn rises
A blessing of pure wonder always surprises
You’re a healing of the heaviest heart
A music poured out, a song that won’t depart
Your tenderness is like a breath of hope
A sweet ember of encouragement so I can cope
You’re a friend who is worthy of each honor
A promise that tells me all my fear is a goner
Your natural ability is to always inspire
A sincerity that reassures my wildest desire
You’re more than a blessing, I can’t describe
A blessing that is just what Jesus did prescribe
When I first met you, I didn’t realize
How your light could be brighter than sunrise
Now I know that you’re more than a friend
You’re assurance that my gratitude will never end!
Thank you, my friend – for all you’ve been
I’ve loved you since our friendship did first begin
i will go out with a bang here
give me maple syrup and vanilla bean paste
and this continues into the weekend
as a confused barista takes my order
i drink the vanilla mocha in the car
as i drive us over one hundred kilometres
with a boatload of sausages and pies
and scotch eggs
i believe in a cruel God, who has created me in his likeness
i feel the primeval slime within me
i was born from the vileness of some germ or base atom
i believe that an honest man is a jeering buffoon
i take the last gurgling rasp of the beverage;
i have become a deliberate mess
Café al Bachio, you betcha!
My husband so steamy,
his eyes so dreamy, as
his morning cause
is to order me out of bed,
(ladies and gentlemen,
you know that’s not true,
but let’s pretend)
so we leave the counter
with dollars and sense
poured into paper cups.
Oh sweet macchiato; he loves,
and the creamy latte - I should
not, so over the days cappuccino,
olay! (My darling seldom drinks
coffee, but our sheets stay warm)
A preteen picks up her order
of eight cups. Her younger brother
is warming himself with a game.
She tells him, “Jeffrey, you idiot,
get over here!” He doesn’t budge.
Where are the adults - playing
games of their own? Oh buzz!
Café Al Bachio, you betcha!
Full steam ahead! Perfection!
Ordered out of bed on the high seas.
The Caribbean rocks us awake.
Over easy please!
Oh Man! The yoke is on me!
I hate snotty eggs!
I’ve got a little change
rattling in me pockets.
Before I go, I do bequeath
A little wisdom from my keep.
So close now, I must bestow
There’s so little left of what I know
But what I knows is worth more than gold
Some lost treasure from deep below
Hold on, let me pull out this syringe
And suck out my soul, fill the tube,
Inject the world with a little spew
Of good gaudy divine truth
This man’s one last dying wish:
Know this ... The Dreamer never dies.
Change still rattles in me pockets,
a lot less pennies, a lot less rockets.
we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou.
I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu.
Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready.
I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady.
Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and such.
and a shrimp plate that anyone would love to eat, and I do very much.
Another waiter came by and recommended the soupy mess.
In a loud way, I pretended to wretch, I have to reluctantly confess.
Lou took one bite of the foul-tasting muck, and pushed the crab dish aside.
Ending up sending it back, ordering the shrimp dish, with potatoes inside.
At her house she fixed us cherry chunk yogurt with heavy chocolate cake.
I loved every single bit of it, glad I did not order that crab soup mistake.
Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom,
detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
Functional, nominal.
Broken by design.
Apathy, empathy.
Whatever's left is mine.
In written depiction.
This Incessant chatter.
An empty inscription.
For a mindless matter.
Chef Frog was askance
Someone had asked for legs!
He was a chef who usually did what the customer wanted
But this was outrageous, even in Winipegs!
He demanded to know who the culprit was.
Waiter took him to a table where a duck sat, flinging off fuzz.
You ordered legs? Chef frog asked, using a chiding voice.
I ordered eggs, said the duck, whose name was Joyce.
Now the waiter got taken to task for his bad handwriting.
The chef went back to the kitchen where the sous chefs were fighting.
The walls are bare
The floors are free of debris
The laundry is put away
The beds are perfectly quaffed
...ready for habitation
Clothes are scattered 'round
Dirty dishes in the sink
Dusty trophies on the shelf
Toys line the hallway
...ready for battle ahead
The doors are locked
The lights are on
The water runs at will
The internet entertains
...ready for usage
The children have gathered
The adults are adulting
The tension pulls at choice
The cables are strong and firm
...ready for communication
The years pass quickly
The aged wonder in pain
The children run to repair
The earth groans under the weight
...ready for transition
RESTORATION REVEALS
The ORDERED HOUSE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-19-2022
People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.
May 19, 2022.
I ordered a new world – supply chain problems have delayed its delivery.
©4/8/2022
Priests fathers, order
all custom present bodies,
not, elusive souls ...
great buy.
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Went to my favourite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino?
Hey you need your ears clean-ooed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
L-itterateur's
E-xpression
O-ffers
N-atal
A-crostic
R-egards
D-elighting
O-ne
C-elebrant
A-s
C-omposer
H-as
O-rdered
Topic: Birthday of Leonardo C. Cacho (December 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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