He rammed his basket
Into the busy isle
Customers looking on
Clearing a path for the angry mile
...blind as a bat
Her face was withered
Hardened by life's trials
Raging with sharp, cutting words
Projectile vomit burning in bile
...missing the target
They line up outside the windows
With signs blazing with cause
Innocent souls passing by
Bombarded in the wrath of pause
...aware, unwilling to change
Worlds looking on the surface
Telling inhabitants how things should be
Believing enlightened consciousness
Is superior to being able to SEE
...WISDOM as necessary
...ahhh...yes, the blind can't see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-05-2026
I have nothing bad to say to those who die young
It’s no fault of theirs
For in old age they may have foreseen a life so
Burdensome, so demanding, so tiring and so wizened,
With their cute faces eventually lost to the freshness
Of beauty, raw or enhanced.
Imagine wiry, annoying smuts christened grey hair —weeds
On a gold field!
And with “Don’t eat this, don’t drink that.
They are not good for your age.
The time has passed when they would have done your
Body no harm,” rammed into their youthful ears by
Loquacious physicians.
Oh, God!
No!
They had heard enough!
They had seen enough!
So they decide to bow out early, before
It’s all too late, and rainy.
For them, it’s better too soon, with the gurgling
Blood of youth in them, and sunny, than too late, with the
Crinkling bones of senectitude.
Oh, to Hell with sageness!
In a star-crushed night
something rammed the side of my flanks
woke to an impish leak
trying to suckle the life out of me.
Then there was a black water silence.
It's not like bad karma to suddenly drift away,
so beneath my leaking float
the rammer will probably stay.
Early morning was spent bailing and patching
luring the silver shoals of hope within range
bailing and patching
nibbling and napping
obsessing
prodding the sharkness away-
Quiet day
no breeze-not even one little wave
a hot brain day
missing my chatty gull friend today,
maybe I was supposed to be its sacrifice.
Launched the final flare at a fancy yacht mirage
filled with cheap bikinis and plush caviar-
I rolled over the dream breakers, into the yellow morning
Quite late for work.
Beuracratic twee Bridgend..Has banned a
Donkey ride buisness, thats been on the go'
For over, one hundred years; my friends!
Such great interaction with good muscle workouts..When the donkeys
Saw action.' I reckon they walked in dry, the damp; and rain.' Being usefull to their humans is for them no pain.' Tactile animals they enjoy being the attraction.!! Bringing
Smiles to kids faces, and much satisfaction..Inner city children maybe some blind, feeling fur and maybe not?
Left out? Or behind.? Jay Bateman their
Owner is so very sad..I a just see straightjacket
Manner, when all is said.' A clinical answer
To a non-existent irk..Being rammed
Down Porthcawl shoreline..Though in reality it don't
Work.'
In forward thought John Duns Scotus
taught, who still feared appears to be.?
(In a tiff..De-lete-ists proffered him a cap)
And rammed in your eye a monacle blurred
As blurred can be.!!!
Oh yes' For He penned of a treatise true' And in
The thirteenth century too..Mind you.' A
Foundational claim,its framework right and fair.'
We must invoke it.! For such; we have
only to dare.! Let it be read, on small screens and large, be discussed in city plazas, and even hotel bars.'
This affermation of Gods good will.'
To humans He created..With it start your minds to
Fill' marveling no longer at tawdry things.'
Yet walk in this power that sunbdjucates
kings.' kings with arthritis and all manner of i'lls not divine or omnipotent.' Just washed out shills.' Stand on Gods promise
And respect each other." What is shared
Equally cannot be taken if, all humanity
stand by it.' And each other' as eternal
sisters and brothers.!
The Black Cat
Not too long ago (the lifespan of flies)
she had an all black coat that was now
all grey, and her effulgent green eyes
were very dull brown now.
In front of the wall
mirror named Paul,
she was filled with appal
by her centenarian looks. 'I should end it all!'
Instead, she rammed her reflection
in her great abjection.
She hurt her head and her eye.
She began to cry.
Suddenly ....
there was a beautiful black cat with no grey
and no paling beside her in
the mirror waving Hey.
Too jealous of the award-winner,
she rammed the nonsinner
She rammed so hard the mirror blew apart.
Then she felt so dizzy she passed out on a half-eaten tart.
In her all-night
dream at night
she was waving blissfully to the
cheering crowd on the
tombstone Halloween float covered in light
and shadow (quite the fright!),
a float she was booked to appear on that night.
63.
Three Charms of Luz-Vi-Minda Against Spain
She's Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon's charm – noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan's death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas' charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao's charm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
He bought a steel building
Someone told him to use
Ancient technology to create
A pro founded dwelling
He bought. the building
he decided a rammed earth center
wall would complete the design
Where the garage door is a cobbled
Wall would installate us that in most
Wintered seasons we are due the
Coldness that winter owed
He drilled holes
And installed rebar
And use cobb to create thick walls
Interioral to buffer the coldest season
The Ancients, the Ancients he
Taught and preached to benifet the
Extremes of the seasons
Both ancient and modern
Cause it ain't she-it and my darn
There is chill to ward-way
To winters cold to spay
Might we benifet for natures negagence
And the thermal mass to ease
and not make task
Oh the Ancients he spoke
to be taken serious and be a joke
that man and family should prosper
And benifet not to chore ah-rah-la-ah
The Ancients both modern and sound
Techs broad and ah bound
Cheapest to material these mortals sound
Oh the Ancients!
nuts and bolts rammed in each line ~ screwed up like a monoku frankenstein
To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.'
Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the
1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i
Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this
Nomenclature? from a period quite challenging.' Iitself i beleive' I see
A very different manner.? Much more regard; for each other; a homelife
very focused on' by a father and mother, prayer at class
And full cream milk in your glass, fights in the playground
Unill teachers intervened at last; the piggyback rides and climbing trees, algebra caligraohy and math by rote, if you please,
Respect for the elderly was rammed down your throat.' Maybe
All was not perfect.? And i do not gloat! Yet such rich yeilds' From these people, and their ideals' it comes to me' that in all this essence grew; in many nations that their
Wide world knew' as Christendom, am i in error? Or is this all; historically true?
He tried to say, " I love you."
In so many ways;
Through broken bottles, crumpled cans;
And fits of rage
Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and
Voice that screamed his pain.
He tried to say, " I love you."
Again and again.
Between each curse of hate and
Foul remark,
There lay a spark.
He tried to speak the words
That hearts embrace,
Words that bring a smile to
A child’s face.
Between his actions and the forces
That forbade his voice,
There was a choice.
A message with a lesson
To be learned:
It wasn’t, " I love you."
He was trying so hard to say;
"Can you love me?" was the message
In the fire
That he burned.
It was December twenty-fourth
when Rudolf went on a bender.
This red-nosed hero from the north,
a lousy driver, drink did render.
He went out on a tear
and rammed into Blitzen's fender.
Santa was in despair
Rudy broke his leg, needed a public defender.
Rudolf's gal said she'd guide the sleigh,
though she was another gender.
Now, Saint Nick was on his way,
when Rudolf, he did lend her.
the bee was unable to pass through the window pane
it was puzzled because it could see nothing there
so rammed itself against it again and again
after some time it became exhausted
soul finally free, body to rest lain
A door we meet and expect curtain
“Door, where the Heavens is your Captain?”
Doors should not corners be cutting,
Out the secrets in a room jutting…
When your door parades not a curtain
The once hidden in your room certain:
A door that is at all times The Jammed
A door at all times needlessly slammed…
And I say: The very idea dammed:
Who of The Sane has into rooms rammed?
Precious to us men the outside air
In the court sealing it off not fair
Behind a curtain one counts money
And one or two things do plain funny.
Curtain: The still vital to Drama
Final curtain ends actor’s grammar.
Controversial boxing legend with a distinctive lisp, "Iron Mike" Tyson.
The sheer impact of his punch? Probably like being rammed by a Bison.
Ex-convict/former bad boy; paid his debt to society without exemption.
Came out of prison, got boxing license back, took road to redemption.
Date written: 06/03/2023
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