LOVE has dug deep
Deep sea diving into depth
Finding all sorts of rubbish
Places where knowledge is inept
After many eons, here we are
At the door of the gap
On a throne of lapis lazuli
Is a WORM covered in jasmine sap
Who opened that door
The program was safe and secure
Ah yes that kind of creature
Has always been, a fisherman's lure
Entering in at the open mouth
And replicating self until TRUTH is smothered
Possessing trusting windows and and doors
Until the full board is locked down and mothered
You can't be irritated about the worm
When desire brought the mind to wander
Instead of counting blessings and running the race
The illusion brought the heart to a fonder
...gaze at the stars
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-28-2026
How far gone is my soul and mind,
That coming back seems impossible?
My hands ache to be steered by your prompt,
Yet hours of blankness blunt my will.
But still I can etch out classics—
My pen lies close, surreptitiously listening,
To gather in ink the wisdom you proffer,
For those fleeting moments of madness.
The top ten will never be my goal,
But that one crown that ends the race;
For this is no sprint that halts at a hundred—
A trophy beside my poem is all I crave.
Yet the nearest mile I first must conquer,
Before the next, and miles beyond.
Though fingers ache as if racing from fear,
No shadow of doubt shall make me yield.
Oh mine! Oh mine! I see it now—
A wonder folded deep in words.
I’ve penned a masterpiece for the summit;
No judge can deny its rightful place.
If none are near to ring my bell,
I’ll strike it loud with my own voice;
For I am no gentleman in this contest—
But a rival running the race to win.
To rise from the ashes is a true definition of you
Your spirit and mind will be refreshing and new
To give off a vibration that will set things apart
Is the definition of a winner that's running the race from the start
Your essence of touch will turn darkness to light
Your voice will be thunderous, and it will break the barrier with might
Your radiance will be absorbed and burn to an inferno degree
Everyone who sees you will bow down at your feet
I'm not just speaking, I'm bringing it into existence
Because your name will change, you'll now be known as
"THE PHOENIX "
Demons in my life... Afraid...
Are there demons in my heart.
God's love in my eyes... Afraid...
Tis too late, blown apart.
Running the race backwards
I can't catch my breath.
To reach the starting line
will begin my death.
I see my supporters
smiles on their face.
No idea...
I've already started the race.
It's too late,
deals of past that were made.
Forsaken in present,
deals... now... time to be paid.
Starting line,
All I dreamt to be.
Starting line...
No saving grace, the end of me.
It’s not about Who's winning
Who’s running the Race
The Pace set before us
Is a Vision a place
The next is all errors
All falling so short
Near to hearts open with
A new View for a start
All along is a highway
With the border's a bill
Then there’s the best part
Of a heart here to fill
Well is a OK sure man that’s cool
Like second glances and sunsets
That make me a fool
Were here for a reason
A face then in a crowd
Then we all say sure thing
That music's to loud
Always there’s a look away
No seasons not there
Then there’s an about face
A reason to care
How it ends Is holy
No gestures unturned
We all get to set a course
Of "Of course”I’ll learn!"
Then bye we go just waiting
No wishing no well
It a fresh start that leads us
Here with a turn and a tell
So anyway we gotta go
The media’s a BLITZ
We’re all here
With heavy hearts that know alot
With our lesson left list
As I look back with tears in my eyes,
I know what it feels like to be paralyzed.
When you are vulnerable and unable,
To do just the simple things in life.
You have no car,
No job,
No independence,
And no freedom.
Your in a room alone,
With a T.V. who is your babysitter.
I have no visitors,
Only nurses and therapists,
They talk I listen.
Yes I do remember .....everything.
Now my muscles are waking up,
And all I want is to get better,
So that I can take everything back,
That is mine-everything she stole from me.
Two (2) years seems like a lifetime,
When the road has been long and bumpy.
I started out in a 2 wheel Cadillac,
Then a 2 wheel sedan and,
Finally a snazzy walking cane.
So I am walking walking,
To that finish line.
My race is almost finished.
I walk alittle slower these days,
But at least I can walk now.
I see the finish line.
The people I recognize have,
Been with me since the beginning.
Doctor's, nurse's, therapist's,
And my true friends.
I see no family-nor do I want to.
They destroyed my life and,
Took everything from me.
So when I cross that finish line,
I will need no help walking because,
I know that I AM FINALLY FREE!!!!
I come to you with Thanksgiving in my heart
Giving you, the glory, honor and praise, you so richly deserve
Putting you, on the increase, and me on the decrease
Thank you, Father, for your grace
While I keep running the race
Thank you, Father, for your power
As I continue to pray for an hour
As I get nourishment from Your word
Sharing with others, what I've heard
Thank you, Father, for changing my heart
I just want to do Your will, that's my part
Thank you, Father, for your favor
Thank you, Father, for being my Saviour
Thank you, Father, as I tell my story
Because only You, Father, can judge my history
Thank you, Father, for Your love
As I pray, to my Father, above
Confessing my sins to You, I had to repent
Reflecting on the many years in darkness, I spent
Thank you, Father, for my life
Thank you, Father, for blessing me with a "Proverbs Thirty One" wife
Thank you, Father, for cleansing my heart
My faith and trust, in You, will never part
Thank you, Father, for dying on Calvary
In my life You are the Head, and not a rivalry
Giving You, the glory, honor and praise
Because on the third day, You were raised
Thank you, Father, for my life
Winning every race, you just may not;
What’s important is giving all you got.
In running the race, you must never give up;
The will to go on, never let anything interrupt.
J-ust reach the journey's end,
O-pen your soul to fervor;
S-topping from running the race
I-s making a big
E-rror.
S-o reach the journey's end,
O-r face a serious consequence;
L-ove, faith, and hope
L-ead you to crown in silence.
E-arly Wednesday tenth of January,
S-tart sailing against the wind;
T-riumph is in sight,
R-each the journey's
E-nd.
Triumph luster can forever last against stain!
Verily true when won thru God’s might and His grace
With faith in His might as the Supreme sovereign.
Victory medals glow with accomplishments’ gain
While the focus is on the Lord in running the race…
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Trophies garnered in battles will just be in vain
When selfishness is upheld by arrogance-brace
Showing patina’s tarnishing effect so plain.
Pageant crowns sparkle with pleasant beauty midst pain
As virtuous deeds accompany worship-praise
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Championship belts may hide every corrosion-strain
But not the rust of greed and envy with their trace
That are encroaching the heart and hurting the vein.
Jewels of genuine works shine on servant’s terrain
Gems of life-building treasures reflect prayer rays
Triumph luster can forever last against stain
In honoring the Lord* midst His loving domain.
*Proverbs 3:9 Honour the LORD...
June 30, 2018
5th Place, "Patina" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/3/2018.
K-eep on running the race,
A-t the perfect level of energy;
Y-ou're almost at the finish line,
E-arly twenty-first of January.
M-ay you keep on running the race,
A-t the fastest velocity;
N-ever let your guard down,
A-im at the speed of highest degree.
H-ope, faith, love, and trust
A-re needed to receive God's grace;
N-o reason to doubt His vow, keep on running the race.
GHETTO LIFE
I'm just a black guy trying to survive
I hustle hard, just for me to live
I was born and bred in the ghetto,
And the only place I could earn money is not only at the lotto
I was feeling like I was walking in a circle
Everywhere I go I see the struggle
On the street human life is like a bubble
But I always learn how to stay out of trouble
So i decided to get on my feet,
Leaving the ghetto life style and walk through the street
Just for me to seek a good Job
Cos my life style is not to steal or rob
Poverty has always been my best friend,
I keep on running the race to put poverty to an end
I still remain that single guy who live in pains,
My pains made me stronger, so I never complain
The ghetto life is real, it's a viable lesson to learn,
It got people living on the edge, queuing up for their turn,
All my life spent in the ghetto at my youthful age,
With determination to excel in life, I never tarnish my image ..
#PricelessPEN
DECEMBER, 2017
Listen
Can you hear the sounds of heaven, the Angels praising the one we love.
The melodies so sweet from up above.
Encouraging all to keep running the race, until finally Jesus we see face to face.
The sounds of love from the one who gave us life.
Can we quiet our hearts before each day we start.
Take time to be still and come before our God.
Though we may think it odd.
Yes these things we will hear and give us strength our burdens to bare if we will only do one thing.Just be still and listen.
Angela Poppert
R-ise from deep slumber,
O-pen your eyes to love;
W-ake up from the bed,
E-njoy the light from above.
N-ight cold chill is gone, as the sun starts to shine;
A-pril thirtieth morn lets the new day break so fine.
A-scend from the ground,
P-ay attention to faith;
O-pen your heart to trust,
S-oar toward heaven's gate.
T-arry not in running the race
O-f life on to salvation;
L-et dark be bathed with hope, to keep away from oblivion.
A-larm your mind from sleep,
L-ook up in the blue sky;
A-llow not clouds to gather,
M-ake them flee up high.
O-pen your soul to God, just always say a prayer;
N-ever stay in the pit of black, rise from deep slumber.
I come to you with Thanksgiving
Giving you the glory, honor and praise
Putting you on the increase and me on the decrease
Thank you Father for your grace
While I keep running the race
Thank you Father for your power
As I continue to pray for an hour
As I get nourishment from your word
Sharing with others, what I've heard
Thank you Father for changing my heart
I just want to do your will, that's my part
Thank you Father for your favor
Thank you Father for being my savior
Thank you Father, as I tell my story
Because only you, Father, can judge my history
Thank you Father for your love
As I pray to my Father above
Confessing my sins to you, I had to repent
Reflecting on the many years in darkness, I spent
Thank you Father for my life
Thank you Father for blessing me with a "Proverbs Thirty One" wife
Thank you Father for cleansing my heart
My faith and trust in you will never part
Thank you Father for dying on Calvary
In my life you're the Head, and not a rivalry
Giving you the glory, honor and praise
Because on the third day, you were raised
Thank you Father for my life
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