What stone should be thrown,
To disown a system I'm shown,
I know I'm not alone,
Life feels like a big loan,
A load I own and pay for,
Really I don't want it anymore,
Sick of seeing the poor and miserable,
Life divisible by what's in the bank,
Worried about gas in their tank,
Thankful for the littles things,
My capabilities can bring,
It's hard to sing scraping the floor,
Hoping to find a little more,
A quarter, A dime,
How much can I find this time,
Priming myself for the best,
Knowing I'll have enough for the quest,
Second guessing my choices,
Inner voices start screaming,
Little demons scheming,
A seemingly impossible task,
Asks to be acknowledged,
Dredged up from their beds,
I'm tired of what's in my head,
I'd feel better off dead,
I've said it over and over,
The boulder on my shoulder,
Is growing older everyday,
What stone Should I throw today?
I tried to fold my fitted sheet
Took time to make it nice and neat
I tried my best
But was not blessed
It left me crying, "Holy sheet!"
Folding fitted sheets gives me fits
Watching more and more YouTube skits
Try hard as I may
It just doesn't pay
Enough—now I'm calling it quits!
These are not sad songs
I’m throwing up my heart, Lord
A soul sacrifice
Darling don't despair,
Love does not dissolve in the air.
Travel far and high in flight,
Come to rest beyond my sight.
Think of me throughout the year,
Even in darkness I see you clear.
Let winter end and spring turn fair.
Come back to me, my forlorn pair.
Receiving a pie in the crown,
It just might occasion a frown.
But bear well in mind,
One always will find,
The target is never the clown.
Finally invited
Such an important event
What shall I bring
I have no money
I pray my poem
Will open up and sing
....the beauty of LOVE
Sitting patiently
Gift after gift, opened
Joyful laughter afloat
Down to one sack
And my presence
Marking sheep or goat
...to reveal
"Oh...let's not forget
This little card
Thank you, Trudy
...oh....a poem"
"Read it aloud!!!"
....no....I'll read it later
Passing to the door
I see the gift
Glistening in the trash
I reached in
Grasped it firmly
And I'm never giving it back
...to pigs who plod
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2024
I wake up with half a sentence prancing around in my dream state.
Snatch this phrase up and run for the bathroom.
By the time I finish, the words are gone.
Dissipated as quickly as they had appeared.
I am unconcerned. My muse is clairaudient.
She hears poems from a plethora of dimensions.
I take my cues from her, for she is splendiferously industrious.
Throwing poetry for me to catch all day long,
and sometimes at night in my dreams.
Each morning we’d sweep up words,
and shove them under rugs,
or coffee tables.
Some words escaped to the garden,
where they poisoned the peach tree.
Paint on shell-shocked walls blistered,
the cat became so high-strung.
that it hid under a neighbor's roof
and had quite forgot how to stalk birds.
We confided to a priest,
who denounced adultery and lust,
while openly scratching his ball-sack.
When our son came home from university,
we lied brightly to his questioning face,
hiding our eyes behind court documents.
Eventually, exhausted,
we slept peacefully in each other’s arms,
joined forever,
by three thousand miles of distance.
Throwing Shade is aimed at one's aspirations,
dreams, and optimism, Throwing Shade.
Including confidential matters once shared one's
thought might be kept privileged,
information at one point handed out is now
disclosed, Throwing Shade.
Unrestrained talk spreads like wildfire, Throwing
Shade.
The company you keep amongst others you're
aptly aware that one does not mingle with,
Throwing Shade.
Feeling like if one is in contempt of court, hold
one's tongue for anything mentioned will be
used against one, Throwing Shade.
For what purposes? was it something that was
said? One playing both sides for tittle-tattle
en route for gain? Which one is fame and fortune,
Throwing Shade.
When you know one doesn't engage in fictitious
shenanigans, Throwing Shade spreadable like drawings.
the screen door closes with a rattle
like a man trying to throw Yahtzee
despite the odds
shortly after, the familiar footfall of my father
calling ‘Baba boy, baba boy’ to me on the porch
I life my mug in reply, filled with hot coffee,
he fills the watering can with cold water
a low breeze rustles the fronds of a palm tree
father pours water on transplanted roots. it grows here
despite the odds
Those living in glass houses throwing stones ~ your own windows are shattering!
today’s currency for insults paid ~
throwing copper or throwing shade.
Everything pressing on my mind
So, I question, why?
Blessings are small when addressing
Where I am currently at right now.
Life is compressing my being
With every-day turmoil progressing.
I am a window dressing of peace,
But a different narrative inside.
Blessings my Lord, gaze down on me
And open a flood gate of discipline,
Help me transcend above it.
7/5/2022
Time comes when you "toss in the towel"
Considering your life’s work as finished,
You can go out with a satisfied growl
Or, attempt to have your work refinished.
Either way you know you have succeeded
For you followed your gut’s inclinations,
You listened to advice, most cases heeded
Hopefully, you left a few good impressions.
Written February 8, 2022
Ever gone to throw an axe?
You’ll love it if you try.
Grip the handle and relax,
Standing firm into your tracks,
Release and let it fly.
Over end, the axe will spin,
And through the air will whisk.
To the target, caged within,
Close to center, you will win,
Like darts with more the risk.
In the target, there are rings,
That circle round the eye.
Each a different point it brings,
When towards the board the axe it zings,
And wedges in the ply.
In the corner, there’s a spot,
Which comes with much acclaim.
Blue, the color of the dot.
If you have a killer shot,
Can help you clinch the game.
When you come, make sure to pack,
No shoes your feet expose.
If the board, it gives a smack,
And the axe comes bouncing back,
Will help to save your toes.
Grab a beer, this social game,
Is just as good as any.
It may even help your aim,
But too much is sure to maim,
So please don’t have too many.
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