She came for help
But her body looks whole
It's better if the wound is exposed
So that staff knows where to go
The list of pains given
Inventory reveals troubled mind
Sent up to psych ward
For an evaluation that will take up time
Most just want medicine
To ease the torment, looping wires
A muscle relaxer for tension
Just enough to put out all the fires
Hours later, staff is reprimanded
For missing the hidden sign
A psychotic break has happened
Because the heart is connected to the mind
She just needed someone to see
To show care instead of evaluation
Worn from the moment to moment battle
The last incident is what brought her palpitation
Religion, the one safe place to go
Is the space where the man delivered the blow
He did not follow procedure or bylaws
As his power play put on a show
A traumatized woman her entire life
Never trusting a man for support or care
Can not even go to the elders for help
Because if they fail, she has no more heart to spare
...abandoned by authority
Written by Trudy Shcrader on 06-28-2026
Note: Daddy God fights for the widow and orphan
I thought of you today
And reprimanded myself
I love someone else
And you shouldn't be in my thoughts
But you're everywhere
You're in that blue butterfly I saw
Flying across the gray sky
You're that cloud shaped like a heart
Floating mindlessly into the sea up above
You're that daisy I picked
Growing through the cracks of the sidewalk
I went to that bench
In the park where we sat
Seemingly another lifetime
I can't get back
I could still feel your arm around me
I shouldn't feel it
And you love someone else
And it's not me
I wonder why we moved on so quickly
Or maybe it was just you
Finding another love
While I tried to stay in the past
I looked for the cloud again today
It was a cloudless day
And the sun seemed halfheartedly shining
I thought of you again
You don't think of me, do you?
Thurgood Marshall comes to mind terrorists domestic forcing an honor student to bring the family personal computer to school to hack into the families personal information corrupting files corrupting the american family the fundamental hardship of destruction of free thinkers in America never afraid of truth the highest order of law wholesome goodness compromised
I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.
I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance.
Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.
Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay.
It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.
I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?
Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.
Ebon bafflement descended
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;
A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they stare into dank rotting art
disguised as impending salvation;
Wearing cheap plastic glasses,
the audience so easily led by a trend;
Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend
delaying the hypnosis of the masses;
Temporarily deprived of the norm,
blindfolds serve as a wake call;
So begins a civilization’s cleanup,
reform is now the one playing hardball;
Magnetic pull of a weary shadow,
that bold charisma brings a brief pause;
Evolution echos a bright ring of applause,
with understated yet monumental flow.
Tall Her Eminence stood, calling my name,
My first-grade teacher of notable fame,
Who had taught most all my kin years before,
Now she was summoning me to her court.
She was judge and jury, penalized fast,
Any wrongdoing or mischief in her class,
No one could counsel me in my disgrace,
She was the defense too, for goodness sake.
I had committed a horrendous crime,
Someone’s stomach had felt my fist big time,
Now this tiny hoodlum was called to pay,
For what he had done at recess that day.
As I slowly approached, a friend of mine
Whispered, “say you’re sorrow, might work this time,”
As I stood before the bench for judgement,
I said those words, vowing I would repent.
Reprimanded, I quickly retreated,
Glad my life had be spared and not deleted,
Learned great lesson about grace extended,
On which I routinely contemplated.
Strange how such events look in retrospect,
People like her, I will never forget,
Those who taught me to behave as I ought,
As that first-grade teacher of mine, Miss Mott.
Let me get this straight I said to my Aunt Lou.
He’s a scholar, an athlete, a violinist too.
She nodded. He is always happy too, never blue.
Now you are telling me he can fly? Is this true?
The owl flew in the window seconds later.
He rapidly opened her refrigerator.
Where are the worms I put in here? He demanded.
I was horrified, thought he would be reprimanded.
This is my boyfriend, Tony, Aunt Lou said to me.
Why don’t you stay and have some lemon tea?
She found the worms, and Tony chuckled with glee.
I was so grossed out, I could drink my tea ….barely.
After the meal, he played his violin, and was great.
For a boyfriend, he might be kind of second rate.
But he speaks six languages and can carry a tune.
Best of all, grouchy Aunt Lou is “over the moon”.
You carried HIS THRONE
...I should have my own
You worshiped HIS NAME
...I should be the flame
You did your duty, as commanded
...I will never be reprimanded
...by that MAN
The moment you saw
You could not un-know
How physics would let out
How life would flow
Plans and schemes
Then the declaration
In between it all
A valid accusation
I would be a better GOD
I am setting myself against Spirit
Don't try to send me help or TRUTH
I refuse to give ear to hear it
I will sit up a system for man
Comprised of honor and reward
God and country, served
With promise to shield from famine and sword
I will have an industry
Built on entertainment and pleasure
Creating a feeling of entitlement
For entering in at leisure
I've covered all the basis
With knowledge on its throne
I will harvest souls as payment
For humanity thinking they could own
....MY WORLD
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-18-2024
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away.
With the meal finished
My daughter is still hungry
An hour later, anyway.
Reprimanded by her mother,
Acquiesced by her father,
She chomps away silently,
Juicy brick after juicy brick.
She is never, ever sick.
A soldier of a grandmother,
unconditional with the love.
Wrapped in ribbons of security,
rules and prophecies.
Reprimanded and then served treats,
moments kept deep within the heart
set to beat.
When days were sour,
the sweetness of words meant to soften the pain,
melts,
for good company loves sympathy.
A blanket to help rest the overthinking,
reassurance served to keep me breathing,
neglecting fear until it comes at another hour.
I'm a daughter's daughter
the treatment of a Princess,
nothing will ever come close
to this.
23 December 2022
"Priceless" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
It takes your money and robs you of time,
Chimes for attention, and rings with crime.
Your give it the power to mold and control
Unending hours, absorbed by its hold.
An instant response is expected, demanded.
Heeded is good but delayed? Reprimanded!
All in-person prowess becomes diminished.
Face to face talking so rarely gets finished.
A bully’s bat and a hacker’s treasure
Anonymity’s cover and popularity's measure.
The catfish pool where deceivers swim
And ransoms demanded at every whim.
Larceny’s tool for the unsuspecting,
Innocent calls for fund redirecting.
Our sense of purity known implicitly,
Is replaced with images shown explicitly.
It was made for our good, but buyer beware
There are dangers galore lurking there.
Be not deceived, what you hold is quite sinister
That cell phone of yours is a devious minister.
They don’t carry the world's troubles on their shoulders. Happiness is theirs to embrace. They run and jump with excitement. Happiness is at their beck and call. They don’t nurse and breed hurt. They let it away with the passing of the day. They see the positive side of each day believing the coming days will be better. They’re willing to assist despite being reprimanded. They’re the epitome of hope and trust.
Adorable beings,
They’re armour and shield bearers,
Stars in the night sky.
July 4, 2022,
Like a Child Poetry Contest,
Regina McIntosh.
It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t be there’s no need to flap
The table is laden with all sorts of food
Ada burps loudly she’s so blinking rude
The cucumber sandwich crusts are cut off
My hair won’t stay curly I hear Mable scoff!
Gerald’s secreted cream scones on his lap
I’d not touch them now he’s a dirty old chap
There’s a heated debate is it scone or scon
I do not comment as they have all gone!
Old Edgar demands jelly and ice cream
It’s not on the menu he begins to scream
So he gets everyone to bang their tea cups
They’re acting like kids and not like grown ups
Along comes the matron she says ‘Dearie me,
You are spoiling our Platinum jubilee tea’
Edgar gives her some lip - he’s adept at verbals
He shout’s ‘Matron you just remind me of Goebbels’
Matron is livid, she turns puce in the face
Edgar’s sent to his room, as he’s in disgrace
He is reprimanded for causing such a scene
At the jubilee party for our wonderful Queen.
06/02/22
The iconic Desmond Tutu died, impish humor, feisty Archbishop, so revered,
As we lay him to rest, may angels embrace him, a great loss, much endeared,
A Nobel Prize winner, spoke out about Afrikaners, how they tyrannically reigned,
Reprimanded black political elite, tributes poured in globally, now he's mourned.
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16/01/2022
WALKING
a dreary walk by the beach
a violent exercise
sand between the toes
uncomfortable
AGE
never too old to love
life begins at sixty
a string of white hair
old age begins to show
KISS
dance of the tongues
a prelude
to a sexual adventure
France devalued
DEFICIENCY
the mind thirst for knowledge
As the heart hunger for love
in my barren body
there is only famine
MONSTROSITY
The failure of a life
Hoping for happiness which in itself is a monstrosity
And those who desire it are severely reprimanded
The truth of it all, felicity is strife!
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