World Running out of Water
The whole world
Seems to be
Getting hotter
And drier
And everywhere we go
Water supplies are stretched
To the breaking point
As the world
Faces a water shortage
Many big cities
Are running out of water
Farmers are desperate
And AI data centers
Are becoming huge
Water hogs
Making the situation
Even more precarious
And dire
Two quail skitter quickly up
this gentle country dirt path,
one running faster than the other.
It's hard to keep up sometimes.
A dog watches from his porch
and wonders if there's food
ahead as he barks at the quail.
Competition can be a real strain.
In his envy and frustration his barks
get louder -- the quail run faster
to the safety of bushes with berries.
"See here ... doggies don't eat berries."
The hours passed like seconds
And stripped our youth away
The years they passed like miles
From the window of a plane
As life goes on and ticks away
And the glass runs out of sand
The hours pass like seconds
Times a curse upon this land
Dear wife, I know you aim to please,
but I did not ask for antifreeze;
and so, if you don't mind, I think
I will pass on your proffered drink.
You've got a glimmer in your eye,
but I'm not ready, yet, to die.
I still have the keys to the car,
I'd better hit the gas and go far.
There she goes
As fast as her legs can run
Enforcing all effort
To hide what she's gone and done
Moments of deep rage
Popped the proverbial top
The ones standing near
Clothed in spew that won't stop
Years and years he stuffed
The words that could never be spoken
Lest proper folks learn and discover
The child he willfully abused and left broken
Same thing happened to parents
Three generations back
But the difference is
They were filling time with what they lacked
The one that stands tall in the end
Comes far removed from time and space
A pure soul, clear and open
To endure and transmute all fear grown in that place
....running through roots
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-18-2026
Laughed, as I had, and quicker
More hilarious
Running to me, it was life.
Tension's escape valve.
Sentiment, end of school day's
Burstingly echoed.
First, a gate through; then wall on
Wall, neighbourhood-aired.
As stern, and as unprepared
Subdues, to dissolve.
She was here for us everyday
But we forgot to ask
What she was running from
We forgot that she was human too
Not just our shoulder to cry or
Or our therapist to rely on
We forgot she needed us too
We didn't notice her
When she cried behind her perfect smile
And eyes that showed no pain
We didn't notice her
Till she became a memory to be buried within.
And we didn't reply in time
And then came a day
When she wasn't present
To make it all okay
She was already running
Away
She wanted to change the world
Do a little good in her life
But it took her away instead
And the goodness I took for granted
Left
She gave away all her love
Left herself none
And when she wanted help
People ignored her signs
And called her funny instead.
She wanted only a hand to hold
For somebody to grab her
When she plunged into the water below
Somebody to whisper
"Don't worry
I am going to be with you forever."
I thought the silence sat heavy,
but only I was carrying the load,
and so only I felt the crushing weight,
of my silence.
I've found that I'm incredible at
running from my problems,
while inciting them to chase me.
But you did a real good job,
of causing them.
Just as you weigh my value,
to another of my blood,
I raise questions of your own,
against so many others,
who ought to be in my life,
in your place. Oh,
how could I ever make you understand?
When my tongue dries up,
moment your hands tighten on the steering wheel.
I'm not one to make my mind known,
and the cloth and wire I wrapped round my neck,
knows that twice as well.
my grief is not aesthetic,
my sleep is not coming,
my fever dream is your absence,
my hope is your damnation,
my pleasure is your absence.
your grief is my imprudence,
your sleep is your nature,
your fever dream is my humiliation,
your hope is my successes,
your pleasure is your mind becoming my own.
Emotions running rampant
exploding inside my head
faster than I can write
without my strokes
looking Chinese
A squirrel named Zip McFlurry
ran track without a worry~
he’d dash along the treetops
with lightning in his tail.
He trained with nuts for protein,
his stride was crisp and clean,
and every time the whistle blew
he’d simply outrun the cheers and hails.
The rabbits tried to pace him,
the blue jays tried to chase him~
but Zip just grinned and shouted,
Catch up if you can!
For no one on the forest team
could match his speedy gleam~
the champion of the woodland track,
Zip McFlurry was a lean, mean running machine.
Today my daily run, it's pouring rain
From exercise there is so much to gain
What ever the weather I will not refrain
I pass a group of smokers outside a fast non "food" quick death franchise chain
Running bare foot, bare top in just shorts alone
I feel the multitude of raindrops massage my tanned skin
Luckily I'm not a "LOAN SHARK"
In this heavy rain I would need to grow a fin
In the middle of the town I'm aware of many stares
that seem to indicate I"m entirely mad
I assume I don't have all their addictions
I'm free from many a nasty fad
So here's to the rain providing many puddles
into which ,with fun, I can run and jump and splash
The rivers creeks the land
with life giving water they are all awash
Another poem's come to mind
the time has come to dash
Sleepless night
My heart running
After the sound of the ocean
The dry land in forms of waves
My mind going back
To the starting point
Days are short and nights are long
In my mind is the only place
You can find the truth
Hope is hopeless in the law of mass
I want to have hope but
Wherever the sky is you will find the sea
And the storms follows too
I have ice to see
Whenever it too hot it changes to water
So I keep them close until night
That's the only time I can open them
And the sun won't make me cry
Every night the moon is beautiful as rosés
The sky is my to explore and admire
But the moon is for the stairs
Only if I could by any means I will
Sunlight being too bright for me to focus on
No can see whenever am crying
Cause the rain washes out my tears
So my ices stays blue
The shapeless tears goes wherever the waves blow
My bed it's found deep into the ocean
And I sleep in water but my body never gets wet
mummy girl grew out of Farmer Bill’s pumpkin patch
For the rest of us, she was an invincible, humorous match
She sat among the pumpkins and put us down in a batch
A horrible little October gift, she was, and she could snatch.
She had claws that reached out and grabbed us by the toes.
She threw us down, and laughed at our skinned kneed woes
Mummy girl was getting bigger, so were her arms and her nose.
We cleared out of there, running through the corn rows.
nothing left of us
broken pieces can't be mend
the fire has went out
where there was heat now lays ice
too brittle too late shatters
Leaving port once again,
never knowing if or when
we'll return, so until we do,
I'll carry with me thoughts of you,
and, tho' sails are set, charted course laid out,
there's still time to come about,
now, as the skipper shouts, “Helm's a-lee!” to me,
then's when I know, here's where I should be,
at the wheel, the vessel in stays,
yet, I can but do, the best I can,
as a running sea has many ways,
of soundly grounding, both ship and man.
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