There it sat, the mark of riches
White, round, and in tune
Just pick a channel
Set up the chain of command
Turn the barrel to frequency
And receive
No matter the privacy of home
The whole town knew the view
They were aware of the mind
The body that carried it out
Even when the company appeared
They received
A quiet giggle and sideways walk
Out the door, gossip on the lips
The dripping never ceased
Yet no one, and I mean, NO ONE
Spoke of the images on the screen
Being received
When someone has the courage
To display filth in the presence of others
Without guilt, shame, remorse
You're left to ask about private matters
Behind closed doors of iron
Cowering in the awareness
She receives....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-23-2026
(A mystic whispers)
Through this scrying mirror
Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone
Let my power
Melt your heart of stone
Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea
I see you
Are you ready to atone
Can you feel me
Rolling in
Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin
So you can absorb me
More
To open wide
All your mind's closed doors
To let me in
So long nights
Can begin
With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne
Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn
Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns
Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions
So prepare well
Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June
A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells
With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing
In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells
Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells
To be swept away
By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop
And be replaced by new psyops
As all your resistance
Drops
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
wild white geese
fill in the green field
summoning Spring
As day progresses,
her spirits begin to sink
as if on command.
When did it begin,
this feeling of listlessness,
of being useless?
Not so long ago,
her days were filled with the joy
of being needed.
Now the grandchildren
she cared for daily for years
are grown, on their own.
She has no desire
to walk or write a poem
when she feels this down.
Do they think of her--
she hears a knock at the door.
The grandkids have come.
They lift her spirits
reminiscing, expressing
gratitude to her.
The next day, she walks,
cleans house, and writes three poems.
She can’t stop smiling.
Kind words are a sweet serum.
over occupied world
bewildering hodge-podge of people
pushing stress where it ought not to be
in the slim rays of late day
in the splattered mess of guttered streets
a homeless man asks for a light
for a half burnt cigarette
then money for food
nerve knotted living squeezed between soiled fingers
his fingers
most shove by him like gnats late for breeding
people in pinup poses
keep silent midst foul displacement
shun soiled annoyance like shoddy prospects
does a story untold, matter?
does all humanity deserve recognition?
maybe things just fall apart all on their own
maybe once there was a time when lushness oozed like honey
from a jar
homeless man seeks a light
unflagging energy to be seen
girdled by grit
a real mission
not to wipe away self like crumbs from a plate
sometimes we move in gray clouds
a pretense, unseeing squalor
as vagabond pleas jar at comfort
our aligned security by uttering "No"
such feel good factors
defending synthetic spheres
that peer at screens
as light loses traction
Poem composed April 12, 2023
Sigh! Breathe in and out, eyes closed, heart beating,
Uttering forth prayers, fists clenched, candles burning
Making of my room, an altar on its own, and I, a
Mere white witch, seeking and yearning for sooth for the world's
Offspring, all drowning in the oceans of Earth, cornered,
Not even able to lift up their own bodies towards safety!
In my mind, words heaved, powerful and mighty in the
Night, silent and pulsating, submissively making the light
Green for my angel to sit and hear of what I have to say!
May it be that life be as rosy as it is in your own realm
Yes, may it be that children laugh from their hearts
And adults be willing to give out their hands to their peers,
Needing nothing more than warmth in their hearts and
Gurgling clear streams in their souls, yes, angel, may
Earth and her children heal, may the gloom and the doom
Leave, once and for all, so that life, even temporary, be a bliss!
For Contest A Forms
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date Written: 11 Dec 2021
A wish
softly whispered
under a shooting star.
My heart wishes for a lover
who is true, not a foolish dreamer.
I close my eyes and concentrate,
summoning happiness
to come fulfill
a wish.
You swam deep into the water,
but I was too afraid of drowning…
we could have plunged together and allowed
cool bubbles immerse in waves,
gliding on love’s venturesome communion.
But I was reluctant, quite fearful of being
engulfed by sea monsters … until the Neptune
within me emerged like a warrior,
inviting my animus- instinct to feel
that breathtaking sense of courage, of grit.
And we would cruise the waves inside,
to float on a steady rafter beyond moonscape
where real commitment could thrive,
as I let my female ***** be your co- lifeguard.
This conscious awakening is now a fearless hunt
where my readiness trails an explorer’s length,
with a dare of passion, rising and ebbing…
this mix graceful yet bold ; my yin –yan undaunted.
.............
Animus-Anima Part II--Animus Contest
For Tom Quigley
………………………………..
‘What we women have to overcome in our relation
to the animus is not pride but lack of self-confidence
and the resistance of inertia.’ …Ema Jung, wife of Carl Jung
6/ 04/ 2016
Summoning power, courage
To wage against torrents
Those unsympathetic to my cause
My faith
At times shaky and rhetorical
Bleeds through the cracks of despair
The porous granite of frustration
Breathing, injecting life
Where only desolation savors
Permanence and ownership
Stronger men
Have been whittled to rare pulp
Weaker men
Have given up at the earliest signs
Of misty dawns
I must be either
Blindly unrealistic
Pried from sanity's bosom
Or severely convinced
Of my abilities, zeal and destiny
That reason only knows one course
Through the poisonous thorns
Fecal malfeasance
Explosive diversity
And culpable agony
Arriving at
Surviving for
My own brand of glory.
(5/13/09)
As I walk down a dark and fearful street
There are beings here I don’t want to meet
When then I came across an old building
There's lit a black candle of summoning
I hide behind an ancient tree to see
What it could be that’s stirring before me
Skeletons dance around an old outhouse
Which is outside a bad rickety house
Some music is being played closely near
Some evil sounds are heard from here I fear
Coming deep within the outhouse nearby
Where a demon comes forth with a great cry
With a lot of joy they all celebrated
I turn to run from what they created
Russell Sivey
Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.
But stood it may
like a shadow
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.
The mortal restrain
the blood tripping from my eyes
the blue skin
not yet fully grown fetus
Before her stands a wraith of me
her not knowing whats going on
i talk but she cant hear me
she turns away moving into the light
im standing in the darkness
she turns and holds out her hand
the time when darkness met the light
the power i felt light coming upon me
I turn away and let go of her hand
i cant move away from the darkness
it swallows me whole
she disapears before my eyes
The light is gone and im all alone
i cry blood not tears
im naked wrapped in one black cloth
it covers my stomach
i take the clothing off
my stomach falls open
the fetus blue and bloody
falling out laying on the ground
i walk away an image appears before me
it of a accident a car laying on the ground below a hill
i see myself reaching for her hand but they take her away
they leave me here dead with my fetus
I know now that i cant be saved
i close my eyes and return to the dark
i see her above me in a white gown
she shines like the sun and has wings that sparkle
like glitter i daze off never to wake again.
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