Something has entered the field
System registered high alert
All stations locked and loaded
To experience an unknown hurt
Trained to react to all invaders
Defensive and shielded at the gate
Heart is guarded by golden light
So that pain and suffering never endure hate
Change was supposed to come
An upgrade to transmission
How can restoration come to stay
If loosh is released in every emission
The key is in the pause of patience
Waiting and seeing the flow
The pattern will eventually surface
Revealing where all worms go
Replication to overwhelming the system
So that no interface can take place
Preventing rescue from outside sources
Is how the sticky snake likes to lace
We are saved from within, through patience
When we see, we stand with TRUTH against lies
The blood of LOVE has filled the fears
And our testimony radiates til our enemy dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-29-20266
Oh! ancient Kingdom of Persia
Of the reigns of Cyrus the Great!
Of Darius, Xerxes and Ataxerxes
Great thrones, great kings, Great Kingdom
History is incomplete without you.
Oh!!! Persia. Oh!!!! Iran of the Islamic state
How you have fallen from a great fall!!
You are now a model of repression
You have become a replica of Fear.
(Written on 27/03/2026)
Disbelief is what hits me first.
The sheer, utter weight of his confession; of his mother’s confession.
The staggering magnitude of being cherished.
It doesn’t seep into your bones like a soft, knowing gradual half-glass-of-water.
It hits you like a bullet train.
Cataclysmic, impertinent, scarring.
Nausea follows.
The drum at the back of my head plays a throbbing beat I can’t outrun.
It’s so catchy.
The holes in my pupils play hide and seek with the burn of my palms.
It’s so dire.
The weight of my body sways in desperation to stay in sync with the glint of my rings.
It’s so familiar.
The words are an attempt to slip into the invisibility of my armour.
It makes me feel;
Denial. Dissent. Dispute.
It makes me crave;
Imitation. Simulation. Replication.
All while I am solely trying to remember,
how it feels to have a heartbeat.
Replication, O photon.
Atmosphere. Molecules.
Phase, like seasons. Here, then gone.
Tools, tremors, toadstools.
Occipital ridge, troll, bridge.
Billy goat, thy horn.
Pestilence, thy name is midge.
Freighter, fain, forlorn.
Lightning bolt, fruit of the gods.
Eat one and become.
Mycelial, goldenrod?
Mushroom, just stay mum.
Sign of salvation, sea-bass?
Shark, set eyes on same.
Liquid legend, O my lass?
Sure. I'm glad you came.
Tympani, crush. Firefly, flee.
Knock thrice, then flit, thrush.
O behemoth, swim thy sea?
Death, you've had a brush.
Enormous or gigantic?
Titan, which to choose?
Oil on surface, stiff or slick?
Flickering fate, fast fuse.
Race, a trace of turkey wild.
In the corn, my child.
Charnel house floor, stains a-tiled?
Ululate, red riled.
Racket, informed packet?
Data, grow in trees.
Weather, wail. Jail, jacket.
Pain, poisonous to please.
He sat upon a stool
In a bar, of all places
Three men surrounded
Chiding TRUTH for her choice
A cowboy can NOT wear a crown
With his meek and mild ways
Who builds his castle
In a field where wild beast graze
Riches stepped forward
And presented houses, cars
Degrees, and exploration
Fame highlighted name brands,
Tours, recognition, replication
Then glory shone forth praise,
Adoration, and dedication
But TRUTH saw no connection
....suddenly, they charged forth,
enacting their MATTER BASED insurrection
As TRUTH stood by WORD
Declaring, "I CHOOSE HIM."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2025
Hallelujah! to God be the glory, Amen!
faithful SHOUT
To Adorn, adore Him be His replication;
Be who we are in Him, In Him,
is the fullness of Himself;
He's purpose us for His glory.
faithful SHOUT
Where His light to shine;
To be like Him for we are Amen;
faithful SHOUT
Hallelujah!
AMEN!
4/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
To Adorn, adore Him Abba Father.
Be His replication.
Be who we are meant to be in Him.
In Him is the fullness of Himself.
He’s purpose us for His Glory.
We’re His light to shine.
So shine Beloved shine
To be like Him for we are, Amen
Allowed purposefully in Him
U
R
Loved royal purple heart, again...
Amen
3/20/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Mirrored with
Mysteries
You have amalgamated.
an entire world within you;
Scenes and sceneries
Lands and landscapes
Elements and entities
You are mirroring too.
Universe
Cosmos
Galaxies
Constellations
Coalesced;
Till you break,
You're exquisitely true.
I, am a single drop of blood
that swoons to your eye.
Eye, can revisit why.
I am the Memory of every Departure.
I am born of Emotion and Dreams in brood.
Treasure's Dragon and rider thereof.
Adventure, myst-understood.
I am the Long Eternal wake awake
and I will always be here.
Recapturing your heart with claws to tract ture.
From beyond the Black, I wait.
I am your true love.
The Picture Perfect glove,
finger, gem-and aperture.
I am your past and your future,
path and destination.
I am the way back.
I am Eden.
The Canvas of Hide in Pregnancy spotting
exploits to encircle, vocation.
The Beginnings, in my Prefecture.
An Eye of the again against replication,
O Love's cloning fracture.
Love poems are easy.
Hate poems even more so.
An intellectual screed
can make a poet believe in his truth
without even a spot of evidence.
Nature poetry is hardly ever
about nature,
it's more the observed
seen through a personal filter,
never much deeper.
People want poetry to move them,
but a poet in not a 'moving' company,
simply shuffling emotional content
from here to there.
Too easy.
Weird, strange, impossibly
enigmatic, wildly abstract
is often better
than a recycled copy
of the time worn and predictable.
Replication is easy.
Never claim to be a poet
or you might be guilty of all of the above
as at times we all are.
Trying to Stop COVID-19 pandemic by vaccination
So far is the biggest joke made by medical doctors
As the virus is to be replicated using RdRp
A RNA replicase can't repair replication errors
Different viruses are thus being made each time
They escape Potentially from our body care
The so-called population immunity barriers tried
Obviously have turned to be the doctors' wishful ideas
Lurking beneath beds older then the rags of history
A smile buried beneath bridges where sunshine makes rainbows
And somewhere deep is a chaos is the truth pointlessly burried over and again with reakless intensity
A frightening spectle of endless new acts of forgetting
An impossible tomb set up to play funearal games
A sad singing
Warped longing to continue
A continuos replication of emptiness
Becoming that which cannot be
swallowing an army of poisoned swords
Dancing to the music of a pindrop
A scream
New birth sleeping through time in dying arms
Still desperately trying to pretend
A stranger stranded in a perpetual strangeness
Caught in the act of a heartbeat thats blood is the unfolding of endless life
Naked in space the unbearable unclothed mystery for the moment becomes the cause of a mad celebration
A festival of breath
A slaughter of seconds
Riding the disease ill go out ing
Watch the rodents and regulars
Sifting through the spiritless so-so
Of their sake.
Rushing for a room
In the established B&B,
Avocados and aperitifs
Swelling their bellies and slowing their minds.
Always wary of all their wares,
Reapers of replication.
The competition of the committee
For no tribute, nor travesty, just toll.
Watch the stickmen and society
Parade through the pith paths
Of their poetry.
Dawdling for the day
In the extraordinary ordinary,
Tates and Tatt
Warming their bellies and fizzing their minds.
No wares or too many to care,
Makers of mavericks,
Challengers of the committee,
For just tribute, or travesty, no toll.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Realization came early in my life
Even allurements could not stop me to decide
Surrendering values in return of money, has no meaning
I resigned and resigned myself to walking alone
Gust of hopes brought spring to my life
Neighbours asked, “Has he gone mad?”
And my father said, “He chose freedom, instead”
Time – travelled ticking and came success after failures
It was not easy – living in a jungle as a loner
Over the years, learnt the skill with many cuts and scratches
Now, my friends who gave up – ask for light; replication starts
06.10.2016
How To Remove Duplication and Replication
What if by me a poem was duplicated?
One that was similar or another related
What could be done to remove each one?
Not causing harm or doing away with fun.
What I want is to make removal complete
And end up determining that I did delete
With removing all of the much suspense
Which can be caused by a coincidence.
Instead of reading a whole, entire book
For hints about where I will have to look
Give me something simple and well-planned
So on right place easier my efforts will land.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
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