You used my body
For desires that
Should never be expressed
You sealed up secrets
In a place you created
Because your soul needed caressed
You used my filing cabinet
To store documents
Full of theft and deceit
You bought items
That needed hiding
And gave me the receipt
I did my duty for years
As my bottom grew
With the weight in my pockets
I brought every case
To the One True judge
But never appeared on his docket
If Justice is to be served
Someone must take a step
To sort out responsibility
Today, I release, all that's not me
With dignity and decorum
So that we live in the civility
...of LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-10-2026
Currently files are being surveyed..The ones that can be seen..Some will prove
To be ' anti-climatic ' i have no doubt on
That.' Some will have harmless content !
They will be discussed as the wars keep
Going, as the unrest bubbles and is reported on by.??? Well the same outlets
Letting us know there is not much that
Bad that happened.? Its helpfull that the
Sounds of rockets do not interrupt our
Train of thoughts..As we contemplate the
Fact that things may well be overhyped?
Like in twenty twenty btw.' I just cant seem
To remember? Who the culprits were.? Was that a war maybe? And if so upon whom.? Thank heavens we have a great information system..Is all I can think.? Oh
Yes another bill to sort out.' Must get busy
With the real imoortant stuff.'
Have you ever noticed, how things come in parts,
distribution, to the lonely hearts.
Our lives, lived by the pieces we contain,
as thoughts pour in faster, than our bleeding brains.
Here’s a part, there’s a part, gather them up you see,
trying to fit them together, to make you and me.
Parts and pieces, scattered like the sands,
we gather what will fit in our hands.
We hope we have what it takes, to make it through our day,
and yet we lose pieces of us along our very way.
Who could know, who can tell, just what parts are you,
is it not written, in those thing’s we do.
what’s your part, what’s my part, aren’t they all the same,
the only part of difference we have, is written in our name.
If we put our parts together, what you suppose we would make,
would we have all the parts that it would take.
No things only come in parts, for us to sort out,
in these words, I leave no room for doubt.
As we build each day, with the parts we have, you see,
waiting for the next parts to finish you and me.
When our part is over, we become complete,
no more in this life, do we have to compete.
Tomorrow is a promised day
All full of hope - fireworks array.
New paths to take - we're on our way
Choose this - choose that, our right of way.
We'll make things right what we've put off
Starting new things and lightly scoff
At why we've waited far too long
To sort out things where we belong.
The sun is bright and makes us feel
All is all right - a top card deal.
The rain clouds in the distance are
Of no concern - not ours by far.
And yet in mystic other ways
Tomorrow is a strange display
That causes us to scratch our head
And contradicts the things we've said:
Tomorrow is another day
It's just like any other day
But filled with things we can't explain
Or won't - to tax our addled brain.
We look, we see, we turn away
And rue the view from day to day.
We wonder how things got this way
Although we shroud the part we play.
Tomorrow's role - we can't defend -
"Creeps in this petty pace" my friend,
And yet that fact should not prevent
Some measure of accomplishment.
Today we'll look to other things -
for every gift tomorrow brings.
And, in this timely way to be
We'll recompense our sanity.
the trunk of my car hides things I do not remember owning
sixteen Christmas presents that probably did not get delivered
because this is mid-May and Christmas is in December or January
three or four sweatshirts I diligently searched for in February
but did not find until today
notebook paper pages have been torn into bitty bits by mice
I am glad they enjoyed trunk of my car this winter
It is weird the rodents did not nestle in my scarves and hats
knitted in soft yarns in blues and whites
I sort out my car trunk for twenty-six and a half minutes
It seemed like two days of dull boring sorting
I resolve to sort the rest of it in the next year or so
All I needed was space for my suitcase.
Do you have poise and grace,
Joy and peace in any place?
Don't hold grudges but reconnect
Find home and family but refuse a "sect."
Idealist captures just a small piece
But love shares it and finds peace.
There's surprises and mysteries,
Also a Creator's plan like arteries,
Flowing, give it time, fix mistakes
Two in communion hope makes.
Willing to leave or to change,
Letting hearts rearrange,
Invest in the Future with me.
Have our initials on a tree!
Sort out the negatives carefully but quickly
Keeping the hard-earned profit really.
Yes, think it all over but obey the Spirit.
Do you have the grit?
Appreciate people; they're never disposable!
Of this are you capable?
Believe in what you do.
God's works are mysteries but Life for you!
All can work for your good; all's okay,
Giving time, if you may!
Never tempt fate
But treat me to a Date!
I woke up today on the wrong side of bed
best give me space to sort out my head
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If the relationship ends here let it end
No matter how beautiful the watch if it has lost battery
It's worth zero, there is beauty but waiting it's useless
The relationship that wants to end don't hold it on
No matter how long or deep the relationship is
It is better to end it up necessarily
Without battery, the clock cannot give the correct time
It's not much possible to sort out anyway
If you hold the ending relationship with negotiation
It is possible to last two days or two months, not more
It is more beautiful than seeing your face in a broken mirror
It is better to be alone than to love person not loving you no more
In a relationship with the mentality of leaving
One who wants to go once he will go
Let it be today or tomorrow he will go
You just have to start practicing adjusting things.
Sedulous
Usage examples below
All apparently assuming
It seems
Separation is total..
Three empty stories
To explain what
Is not explainable...
"I think your sedulous nature will be a good fit for medical research."
"He caught the mistake right away, thanks to his sedulous practices."
"The sedulous office manager was able to sort out the schedule mix-ups quickly."
Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
A crotch hoarder with a smart mouth
who flashed his pinky finger at you?
Bollywonkers are so bitingly rude.
Locked in with that rhetoric squeezer.
Sew up your lip, sort out your tirade.
Waste of energy you don’t make sense.
Sports car driving by splashes water
making a mess of your brand new clothes;
Tippiefleas see nothing but themselves.
Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
That’s when you toss out a high end swear.
But if you want to go back to basics?
Just give them a good ‘F**k off’.
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
Who said meow, could be a cat, but what if not?
Was it a stray cat, or a cat from upper floor?
But one could imitate the sound that we’ve heard
And by the way, it could’ve been a creaking door
Let’s sort out the facts we have at hand
If they are real, not someone’s manipulation
That meow could be a bait a spy might sent
A code to hack our files, pinpoint location
As for the subsequent research we took
We’re glad to say, the fact has been established
We noted this meow in our factual book
Never before that meowing cat was published.
Chris lived in the folds of duality
Was told to ‘sort out’ sexuality
But he buried his head
In the water instead
Refusing to face life’s reality.
Time to separate all the thoughts and memories my mind has taken in
Sort out the bad from the good, time to create a positive spin
A chance to see where all my thoughts reside and how it has shaped who I am today
If my life was made into a movie what would it have to say
Life is a feature film filled with emotions and full of twists
Opportunities I will look back on and see what I have missed
My mind holds on to everything I have fed it
Moving forward I must fill my brain with positive thoughts to create a perfect fit
Time to drain all the negativity that I may have taken in
I must replace it with waves of happiness and a positive spin
Although I may not be able to change the past
A wonderful rest of my life awaits and the power within me to make it last
Decisions that we make every day will shape our future to come
So many thoughts float around in our heads, we need to sort out the ones to pick from
When you get up in the morning you need to decide what to wear
Always a challenge to get the children ready for school and the little ones to daycare
That big meeting this afternoon I still need to get ready for
A magnitude of issues to decide on or at least explore
The old car is in dire need of repair, something needs to be done
Time to buy a new vehicle, but the cost has left us stunned
I need to pick up Pizzas for dinner tonight, but no one knows what kind I should get
Will my decision make everyone happy , Probably not what do you want to bet One thing for sure later tonight I am going to put my feet up and relax
One decision that is make for me every year, time to file my income tax
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