The gambling apps are scary,
Though they don’t tempt me a bit,
For the ones who should be wary
Are the ones who’ll take a hit.
Just like every addiction,
There’s an obvious appeal,
But a gambling affliction
Is the worst kind of raw deal.
Those who really can’t afford it
Are lured in because the odds
Bring them one step closer toward it,
Feeling up there with the gods.
What once worked for only races –
Horses, greyhounds, cars that drag,
Now is found in many places,
Waiting for some saps to snag.
Who will score more in a ball game?
Who’ll be leading in the polls?
What will be the Royal babe’s name?
Who will land the leading roles?
Though it’s bad enough when older
Folks are drawn to such a con,
Younger people, sometimes bolder,
May find all their dreams are gone.
It's there, been there all along
Just hanging out, like a tag
Telling those looking upon
That your dressing skills have a snag
...inattentive
Every environment, no matter where
The air is thick with loosh, like sludge
The anger and pull for power
Lingers like a long held grudge
...suppression
Governments and systems carry it
The way the movements push and pull
Grabbing and gaining other's goods
For the punishment of following the rule
...submission
Then, there's the string of religions awry
Everyone can have a God to serve
Making all the words and deeds behave
For rewards the worshiper knows they deserve
...inventive
All leading the probe in the rotten roots
Diving deeper into every new world
Those who have held power, until now
Having to endure TRUTH be unfurled
...impatience
Yes...patience is the KEY...and they will never have it!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-20-2026
Easter bunny sent his eldest to me to brag
Her name was Charlene, she had one small snag
I created this wreath but I have a problem too
The back keeps slipping, so we added glue
I flipped it over and helped her fix the wreath
She was so grateful, she grinned with a whole set of teeth
So, your name is Charlene, I said. She nodded her head.
What’s your Daddy doing these days? He’s probably in bed.
he decided to go fishing in his good clothes
his happiest, snappiest, favorite outfit too
why he would not listen, no one knows
maybe because he is a young pup of twenty-two
What if you snag a twenty-pound catfish I asked him
He thought this was hilarious, this novice fishing man, Jim
I am serious, I said, it could happen on the lake where we’ll be
That catfish dragged him out of the boat; would he see twenty-three?
Great sunrise this morning
This time I was able to snag
A few rays, put them in my
Upper shirt pocket, to carry
About. Right off, a driver
Cut me off...reached in, withdrew
And smiled. Boss canceled
My day off – a rush job that
Had to be completed, I withdrew
Another. By the end of the day
They were all gone – Ah, moon-
Light, another opportunity! We
Met~ and the night beamed!
her breast falls again ~
with tides that coil from the shore ~
she's still crying back
under fisher's snag ~
water alone heals her wings ~
fly, my dry throat kiss
Unrolling red carpet
In swoop of precipice
The euphoric circuit
Underline emphasis
Fame gets the life and wife
Glittering…beautiful
Soon come the cracks and strife
Stardom delusional
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
Her song pumping iron
With fate’s path steamrolling
Tires over gravel her turn
Praise steepness controlling
Cameras follow her
Every move zigzag
Her former life a blur
A soul caught on a snag
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
At one time eagles were classified endangered,
I had never seen one in the wild and free~
until one day, so far out in the woods it was absurd,
a pair were resting in an old snag tree, just for me!
The four brave souls on Artemis II
Flew far away right out of view
The dark side of the moon they did see
They hit a snag when they tried to wee
But no problem if they needed to poo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They rise on thermals we cannot feel,
these white-winged wrappers of the air~
shuddering their thin, translucent skin
against the fist of every March wind.
No nest to claim them, no song to sing,
just the hollow rattle of their flight,
the way they cling to chain-link bones
like ghosts who forgot how to fall.
Sometimes, in the slant of dying light,
they almost fool you~
drifting lazy as herons,
dipping like terns over parking lot waves.
But watch one snag on barbed wire,
watch it thrash and twist,
and you'll know:
this is a bird that cannot die,
only tear itself smaller and smaller
until even the wind says goodbye.
Tiny, my precious one-eyed ball of fluff --
with oh so sharp teeth and claws --
is disarmingly warm and cuddly but
often still quite skittish,
and stand-offish.
She purrs non-stop, contented,
when safely protected, on my lap
while being stroked. Her food and her water
bowls are clean and full
and her litter box is mostly promptly
emptied, refilled, odorless
and sanitized.
So what if she nips playfully
at my aged paper-thin skin?
Also she may snag my dressy
seldom-donned attire with those
sharp claws. But
she over-pays her board, her daily care,
with fond head nudges, and with her
unabashed preference for me
above all others, even now,
when I may no longer be,
to others, what I was.
To her, still, this outer shell
is precious, is safe,
Is reciprocated love,
is home,
is everything.
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
blue bird cozy nest
she loves her cozy snag home
so lovely cute house
swinging in autumnal wind
sweet neat night dear lovely bird
Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
Stamens and pistils
delicately poised
Shamans and pistols
making too much noise
Soft buzz preferred,
a silencer’s desired
Pollinator’s sense
the triggers just fired
Nectar brings balance
agape open wide
Willing the seeker
to do laps inside
Comes with a snag
also stitch in the side
Fulcrum of a rose
the thorn realised
My soul’s not a flower
just gives and takes
Wants what it craves
accepts all, even fakes
Opens too early,
closes far too late
Can’t tell if I’m full,
yet knows when I’m sate
Possesses a thorn,
and stabs by design
Fulcrum of my soul’s
human not divine
Protects at all costs
only thing that’s mine
Not pain or loss,
just my life to define
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