Serena grew up with images
Appearances took time
She fell from a great height
Fracturing her delicate mind
When others entered the room
Where she sat upon the shelf
They had to walk carefully
In order to not disturb the repaired self
She knew she had been glued
But the picture was intact
The sharp edge on the side
Pushed LOVE to place her back
...safely
Her creator wanted to remold
And put her through the fire
But she put up quite a fight
To possess her only desire
...alone
She could still hold liquid
Water, oil, and even batter
Would fill her open vessel
Because being useful is what really matters
One day, the creator pulled her down
Saying, tell me about your broken
Her vessel began to vibrate
In the presence of WORD spoken
...yielded
.................care created anew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/09/2022
Screwed up eyes and a huge flush
By one fending off a blush,
After the surest glimpse of Her Crush
With an Eve of enveloping lush;
Something in her beginning to crash
Tony to no more escape a tongue-lash!
Her oval face soon the fullest flush,
At which no sensible man will rush,
It presuming to be about some thrush;
The very thought and idea a slush
Of one booking her a suite plush…
Serena is now complying with a hush
Not demanded by imposing lips
Not will her cost a half brush,
If she her lips speedily unzips,
Out letting her anger gush
Or her tongue steadily slips…
A Serena already edged out by Rival
With some ambition in her arrival.
Sweet, sweet Serena Claire
With your tiny arms reaching
An heavenly soul can’t hardly bear
To show you all her teachings.
As your blue eyes are staring
Looking up, filled with wonder
Hers looks down watching
And admiring you over and over.
Your presence on earth
Will be sheltered in love
Every step that you taketh
She will guide from above.
Sweet, sweet Serena Claire
The world’s at your feet
Her prayers now to God
Is that you’ll live life complete.
Serendipity, sun do smiles
European titles in mind
Royally, I was at Garros
England, Wimbledon, my crowns
Nigh, the glory from Aussies
Arthur Ashe, the home in honour
When honours came calling
In contrast to their aims
Love the game, win to claim
Like Masada, majestic in beauty
In its flowers engraved my name
Angel, egg, the game I play
My hands the world is laid
Serena, my name is the game
Serenity is silently standing
Still in a mountain forest
taking in the crisp scent
of winter’s falling fresh snow
Her breath flows
out gently like
a meadow, mellow stream
energizing and warming
her from the inside out
Her blood rhythmically
ticking off nature’s time
like ocean waves
rushing in, rushing out.
An ocean she reaches
out and reaches into,
delivering me
from drowning
in the depths of
a dark, chaotic sea
of obsessive,
destructive thought.
Into new life she breathes,
opening eyes wide
to sit in the seer,
follow the hearer,
and watch the thinker.
Resurrect salvation,
exhale into space
infinitely stretching
and timelessly expanding
into eternity.
She offers
an experiential wisdom
Quiet on the shelves
of the world’s greatest libraries
Absent in the lands’
most prestigious universities,
Redacted in the
fervently dogmatic religions
and divorcing
the blind Mind of
indoctrinated souls.
WORLD OF GREY –Collaboration with Serena Storm
"Its cold today,
My world is grey.
I'm Being tortured by the echos
Of the words I don't say
I call out to you
help me get through
The best friend, the one I don't know
Will you be here for me, just for today?"
This frigid weather
From today to forever
Stuck in grey, deserving I am pitiful
Words to support one another
An answer to you
Love will guide us through
My devotion, blind but beautiful
Of course I will be here, if you allow me to.
Lost in thoughts, no desire to control
As far as we've got, i really need to know
What to do, what to say
Is it YOU, or just word play
Someway to know, before I speak out
Are you my twin soul, or am I without
Lost in the wordplay, you are my goal
I want this a lot, I need you to know
I adore you, in every way.
My words are true, sharp as a blade.
Someday to show, dispel your doubt
Our verse feeds me full of your beautiful mouth!
SERENA - LOST TO ME – STORM
Collaborator
Vanish to thin air
Ban this poet
What reason that’s fair?
Why ban me?
I am not Steve
Two simple questions
Left unanswered , like you don’t believe
Spoken conversation?
Never was the last.
Never have we spoken
Now or in the past.
I just wanted to create
Poetic fusion
But you mistook me
For your ex, for whom you hate.
Took my contribution as an insult.
Now that I realize, it is far too late.
To Serena Storm, who I assume banned me from her poetrysoup page, because I can’t see any of her stuff. Serena I am who I say I am and I am not who you think.
Her opponents on the court
Must battle inner quaking
In anticipation of the shots
That she will soon be making.
Watching her attack the ball
Is so intimidating,
I would hate to be the one
Across the net, just waiting.
As a fan, I watch in awe –
Her power, strength and muscle,
Plus the fleetness of her feet
Add up to quite a hustle.
Toss determination in –
She’ll go that extra mile –
And you’ve got Serena:
She’s a powerhouse with style.
I’m watching her compete right now,
In neon pink and yellow,
And every aspect of her game
Is anything but mellow.
The match is done – Serena’s won,
An outcome not surprising;
As for her future challengers,
I’ll soon be sympathizing.
Serena, turn on your charms;
Serena,tackle my imagination
with that sexy,hip look
to sap my judgement...
'till I'll cry in desperation,
'till I'll burn with the fire of passion!
Your gorgeous body,so feminine,
is a body of true perfection
that needs a touch of man's magic
to make it more complete!
Serena,don't look down on me with disbelief;
I'm the guy you're looking for,
and are these the hands you'd rather
trust,hold,touch and squeeze...
when nobody can satisfy your need,
but will you comply and please?
Will you fall in love unconditionally
or hold on greedy ways?
Will you doubt my loyalty?
If you aren't sure to break loose
from your undeniable pretentiousness,
then have the freedom to choose!