The pattern began with one piece of cloth~
a mountain shaped from triangles, each one a sliver of prairie dusk.
Indigo settles at the base like cooled shadow,
while a pale circle of moonlight hovers over the mountain
The geometry is simple, but the feeling is not.
Every angle carries Mother’s love of the Kansas prairie,
wheat bending under nightfall, each remembering
the woman who stitched them with moonlight pooling at her elbows.
When the quilt is finished, the mountains multiply~
a procession of slopes climbing across the cloth,
each crowned with its own soft moon.
The moons shine, remembering the hand
that patiently stitched them into place.
Soon, the quilt becomes a landscape of wonder
a picture stitched with cotton and color .
When the quilt is spread across a bed,
the mountains rise, the moons hover,
and Mother's presence fills the room,
held in the quiet geometry
of cloth that knows the shape of love.
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
he is lounging in the tree, snoring away
yes, it is patterned sloth, enjoying his day
how did he get painted? a child asks me.
An artist and paints went up in the tree.
Does he ever come down? the child asked.
Not really because that would be a task.
The sloth spends his day, enjoying his life.
He is too lazy to work or take a wife.
*Image of Peacock Bird Colorful by Pixabay.
Peacocks Patterned Purpose
Oft they climb in greens and blues,
Ere fan their fringed spring timed hues,
Spread quills to reach their meant souls,
E'er sought plumes to win mates' views.
2020 March 09
*1st Place*
Let the Pens Flow - Jueju
~~Jenish Somadas: Judged 2020 April 02
Oh, what a beautiful tree
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again
Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward
What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box
It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn
The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology
What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic
Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW
Truth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019
a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils
a patterned proximity
© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12
on this form
falls this force,
this elemental motion
brings to bear a center,
a thread woven inextricably
from a patterned death.
a modality of means,
pulled tightly but
too Abundant to refuse breath.
a willfull sword cleaves
the self from
any wretched root,
the dead leaves' fall
gives life to limb
and flame
as flame gives
light & blood
to our backs
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