Scared Mary,
Unprepared Mary,
Incomprehensible yet strangely legible,
Outside of the box in isolation Mary.
New Mary,
Old Mary,
Realities are a kaleidoscope,
Always big vision and big picture seeing Mary.
Spontaneous Mary,
Boring Mary,
Gifted the role of everything and nothing,
Multidimensional experience Mary.
Cyclical Mary,
Unpredictable Mary,
Goggles ethereal with physical on the side,
So strange and unable to be normal Mary.
Selfless Mary,
Selfish Mary,
Fiercely loving and Protective to a fault,
Contradictory and human at best Mary.
Celibate Mary,
Desperate Mary,
A Biological Divine combination,
Big impact but small blip in wider space Mary.
Tired of seeing the ground?
Look at the sky of blue.
Spin me, spin me around,
Make my emotions true
Make them soft and tender
Beat them into a pulp
Put them through a blender
And pour into a cup
Set it upon a stove
And simmer and boil
Put in, well-cut, a clove,
Pour in some olive oil
Pour in cayenne and cumin
Pour in pepper and salt.
Tonight for dinner, a human -
Excellent plan to a fault.
Drink this turbid mixture
And when you're nurtured well
Take a beautiful picture
And renew your spell.
If you want to participate
in the pool events
at the Olympic rings
you literally have to be
right in the swim of things
and you really ought
to be on top of things
if the balance beam
is your sport
or if it's high jump hurdles
or pole vault
you should get over them
to a fault
the Olympic rings were created
giving athletes wings
by Charles Pierre de Frédy Baron de Coubertin
dubbing him 'Lord of the Rings'
She
Sat in silence
As they spoke
Words, so many words
No meaning
Just sharp tones
They ached
Deep in her bones
She
Who is she
Can you feel her
Who gave her authority
Protected by LOVE
Plans and schemes
Always failing
Kneeling
She
Has no sense of pride
No escape
Enduring all trials
Patient to a fault
Bearing burdens
Heavy, dense
Determined
She
Fights, wars
Yet plays like a child
Betrayed, forsaken
Giving til empty
Hope hails her
Vision shapes
Thought joined way
She
......has become
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-30-2025
Fastidious to a fault
Precise to a point
My accountant thinks
he owns the joint
Yet he forgets, so easily
how he got his job
My customers pay his salary
though from them he’d steal and rob
my hands are cracked and bleeding
I gag as bone protrudes
but the show must go on.
my hands are tightly bandaged
once i disappear behind the screen
and light illuminates my hands
I look perfect.
I steady my tremors
and put my focus
into my performance.
I wish that someone
would peer behind the screen
kiss my hands
and hydrate my skin
with tears
but instead
I watch others puppet shows
at the slightest mistake
I waste no time
I rip the paper
but there they stand
soft, unscarred hands
I’m forbidden form their theater
for ruining the show
I learned to stop letting
my insecurities show
but I always worry
that others
struggle the same
almost to a fault
but instead
I hide behind the curtain
bandaging my broken hands
The mind is confused but heart understands
how we may discern between good and evil,
joy occurring when our consciousness expands,
whilst cravings of ego cause an upheaval.
Keep it simple dear souls, embrace and release,
in nonchalance flowing like the morning breeze,
treading gently on earth, valuing life’s worth,
generous to a fault, heart bubbling with mirth.
Tenacious on occasion.
Orderly always.
Unspoiled by opinions of others.
Generous to a fault.
Honesty is his only policy.
Outperforms what is expected.
Longing for Heaven.
Decisiveness is a strong point.
Backbone shows in the face of adversity.
Ideas that solves problems he owns.
Receptive to the opinions of others.
Downhill is now his direction of flight.
In my early years I possessed this naive faith,
and I believed all that the Bible saith:
often to a fault,
it came from a place of innocent faith;
my life was simplistic with trust.
By fourteen I stopped expecting people to be kind,
I thought that I would find those of like mind:
but found liars,
yet, my naive remains and I seek out and find;
good people who believe in me.
And as an adult my naive quality is not weakness,
it is my source of strength and my uniqueness:
I question everything,
I ask for evidence- gone is all my meekness;
and I expect others to keep their promises.
I've paid the price..
My deeds are done
Fought many battles..
Some lost, some won.
I'm loyal to a fault..
I will never change.
It's just who I am..
To some that's strange.
Too giving in nature..
I have a kind heart.
But kindness, it seems,
Can tear you apart.
I've lifted up others..
Yet stood all alone,
Gave all I had..
With none of my own.
I've weathered the storms..
Felt joy and despair,
Yet still, I keep loving..
Still, I still care.
Though scars line my soul..
And wounds often ache.
I’d rather be broken..
Than ever be fake.
So judge if you must..
But know this is true.
The world may be cold..
But I won’t be too.
The wall holds all my thoughts.
It has no texture.
I tried touching things.
Carpet, walls, windows.
Looking around and around.
The room I am in.
The wall is flat.
To a fault.
Touching it.
I’ll never touch anything else again.
Nothing important, that is.
The wall travels from corner to corner.
Corner to corner.
I can travel to the corners of time.
Tell me to fall asleep again.
The wall is listless.
Sitting in the corner.
Is one of those things.
They tell you about.
But you don’t think will happen.
To you.
The bricks are painted gray.
They become brighter in the day.
The bricks are stunning in the sun.
The wall turns to me and says “run.”
But there is nothing in this world, but sleep and memories from home.
In that corner in an imaginary phone.
But it is only the shadows from the cracks in the ceiling.
A hallucination that sent me reeling.
The wall holds.
I try to knock it over.
Nothing tumbles.
Anymore.
She is unobtainable because of social concepts.
Friendly to a fault, not hers.
She cannot hide her beauty, though she tries.
She seems to fight the attention
and doesn't seem to desire it.
To say she's an old man's fancy is to admit my feelings.
But, i will not lie to myself.
I just would like to see her acknowledge that i respect her.
That would be enough for me.
Until then seeing her smile and happy placates my whims.
loyal to a fault and so much more
than just another canine
leading an exemplary life
eager to be by our side
doing her utmost best
always willing to serve
no whining or whimpering
ready for adventure
keen at every turn
eager to please and fiery
dauntless and ever vigilant
never shying away from love
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
A kindled fire...
Keeps on burning
Inside of me
Never will it extinguish
Despite all forces against it;
Lingering fuel for determination.
Even I can't smother or
Dim it to a smoke.
Floods furiously rage within, yet
It keeps on high and steady;
Resilient to a fault; undying...
Even in the rain.
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