What is stolen
never endures.
Empires built on plunder
rot quietly.
America.
And its allies.
You crossed oceans
to empty the poor.
You called it trade.
You called it order.
Paper became power.
Ink became chains.
A currency without conscience
sold as destiny.
You ruled by bullying.
By fear dressed as leadership.
And wondered why
the world grew tired.
Nothing is too vast
to fall.
Nothing too small
to rise.
You proved one truth:
the world breathes easier
without thieves at the throne.
The universe keeps accounts.
It tolerates patience,
not cruelty.
And when leaders gamble with greed,
the innocent pay first.
But this is no longer
the seventeenth century.
The Global South
is awake.
They studied your methods.
They memorized your games.
What was taken
will return—
not in revenge,
but in reckoning.
She met a boy who was a bit selfish and egoistic;
A boy, who was very silent
A boy, who hesitated to speak.
The appearance of this boy made her life to bring over a new era:
He made her to feel secure;
He gave the comfort zone like no one else.
He is ray of light in her cold boundary.
He tolerates her, with the same patience
that the motherland shows it's people;
He whispered words that calmed her fears;
And wiped away her sorrowful tears;
He made her laugh, he made her cry,
He made her suffer but
She never wanted to leave him.
With him, She was always a better version of herself!
I love that she sees me as I would be,
And not as I am.
That she tolerates my half century faults
As a passing phase.
I love that our children
Have passion and curiosity
And are as different as sunsets.
I love, now ain't that a surprise?
Despite all the punishment I've taken
I can still believe in another.
And my reward is her laughter
My punishment her tears
My heaven her touch
And my hell...
The years
Without.
Few sing of raven’s ebony,
Fewer still of its shining plume,
The glory of her grey tresses
Oft glisten my life’s every gloom.
Now that the dawn has turned to dusk,
I’ll not talk of bowers in bloom,
Nor buds that blossomed before time,
How her fragrance had filled the room.
No use nursing old memories,
Nor yet wiping them off with broom,
Soul dwells nigh in heart’s cavity,
A lifetime’s taken, it to groom.
Black is no colourless baffle,
A total loss nor is vacuum
Let it not dwell in a spectrum,
To me it signifies no doom.
Fair in life never to assume,
And nor presence nor absence fume,
As life tolerates no vacuum,
With her musings I fill my room.
Should things fail t’be so, I’d not fume,
It’s fair in life oft to assume,
And never to leave a vacuum,
Let musings fill up a bare room.
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Musings |16.04.2024| memories, black love
Mirror Brave
Give me days
When it gets too much
Just get outside
Soak up some sun
Haunted by dreams of murder
Surrendering to
The champion of dreams
Sirens cramp the quiet sky
Watching the torture from inside
A scream
A word with a story
Meant as Yo
I'am needing help
Not enough love
Too much extreme
The lost barren deserted eyes
Fleeting, Seeking something more than addiction
Wait until it hurts Moneyless dream
Broken bits of an old harmony
Listens to the kindness to the part That tolerates art
Driven rhythm
Escaping time
What goes around More than
What is given
To what is missing
Is then taken
And given
To the brave
You disciplined me
For taking what I desire
You taught me to be TRUTH
Cause no one tolerates a liar
You must serve
All those who have a need
You must deliver and go
Cause you carry seed
You pour out and in
But never expect a return
To be a winning warrior
Is what you are here to learn
I'm no victim
I'm grown, I've always known
To be who I AM
It is required to be alone
...in LOVE
When He comes to claim
The very work of His hands
Will there be one human
Who will dare to understand
The price for being accepted
Is to be rejected for difference
Though integrity and passion
Are always running interference
...the scars remain
No point in running
A finger over damaged skin
The debt is forgiven
Where every possibility has been
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-22-2023
Napping nap nighty night
Tapping tap tighty tight
Sapping sap slightly sight
Happing hap heightly height
Japping jap jightly jight
Wrapping rap rightly right
Lapping lap lightly light
Dapping dap dightly dight
Flapping flap flightly flight
Grapping grap grightly gright
Mapping map mightly might
Slapping slap slightly slight
Trash day oh how I miss LSD
Well, Is there a prepare to purpose
Safe in the arms of my mom
Scripted in the arms of a lady who lives fore the day
Life tolerates at best bets on the day
The most of thought described as an hour long mystery
Swallowed by dimensions of belief
no one ever believes out of sanity retention
On our best day we didn't tell one soul
On our best day we didn't say
What I couldn't say
The things you can not say
Be my girlfriend on the drop of a hat
Criticism flat lined buried deep
Down to the eutrophic bottom
What if everyone had the same thought at the same time
Could we move our galaxy to a different place
Life's got to be healthy hard but pezzy easy
You can tell
we is going berserk
All alone on the beach in a mid winter's dream
Reluctantly
She shelters me
I don't wish to intrude
Her fragrance I must steal away
Bright lavender and oud
The pitter-patter
Of the rain
Disguising how my heart..
It flutters when she is so close
But also when we part
The journey short
My words are slow
She tolerates my gaze
Or the clumsy gated shuffle
As I heap on her much praise
My palms so cold and clammy
But what am I to do?
A simple soul's desire
Walks in my shoes
Next to you
"Under the English Elm, no seed to grow, and tolerates salty soil, fervent within visible for hope for the future." Quote by poet
The old oak tree soaks in the sun's pure soul
Painted baby-blue heaven's gifted shade.
Refreshing, in such delicate control.
The old oak tree soaks in the sun's pure soul
Until last of the day's labor does fade,
Rapidly breathing in deep the nights whole.
The old oak tree soaks in the sun's pure soul
Radiant exchange which nature is made.
3/27/2023
The fate that awaits the road, not taken, a change of course when a vision didn’t last?
It is a shadow road, unknown, never a look at the future
and never a glimpse of the past.
It is a road that will never fulfill a dream
and will never cause heartbreak or taste defeat.
It will never clam a treasure to boast
or attempt a hurdle too high to leap.
It is a safe road never to be known,
never has a destiny, never owes a debt,
only a mirage of a future that never tolerates regret.
It is a story never written with nothing to gain, only a tease
a plan that turned on the change of a mind
and drops away like falling leaves
It is my observation that
those who violently oppose the opinion
Or belief of another
their own self bias disclose
I want to believe
In a power
Greater than my own
To have a hope
For an anchor to grope
In seas starting to foam
And how is it
dermis
Off your nose
What others are
Moved to say
And why does
It so solidly grind your gears
What some happily choose to relay
I fully disagree with you
but not your right
to speak it
I just make a note
for future time
to be sure not to seek it
The idea I have entertained Of those
who don't want Faith and want to deprive others too
Is you have no need
to search for God
because you have found him in you.
The one I serve
Isn't arrogant
Or condescending in tone
So why not
Your merry self loving way go
And leave the God fearing alone
Or perhaps it's due
to the fact that you
Answer to no one up to
And including the ONE who tolerates you.
Each to their own.Sans agendas.
Troubled Tuesday tussles through the tides
Taking turns to toil terrified today
That tip talking tremendously to the task
Tabled tales, the tall trees tossed
That touch
That trip
That tears
Taken
Tolerates
Trembling talks
The transparency travels
Telling Trevor to take the task
Today tears the town
Not a cruel master; a humble assistant;
To visit or not, cannot be done by his choice.
Always carries a portfolio under his arm,
A pre designed schedule saying when and where to attend.
He comes not, though invited; uninvited, stops not coming.
Sometimes comes like an unconventional rain.
He is the mark of beginning and ending of life.
But how unlucky he is!
Always listens to no other emotions except mourning.
Silently tolerates all curses showered.
His job is endless.
No single applause for him.
Perhaps, in Nature
The one and only who is
Blamed for his utmost promptness
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 18-10-2021.
Placed : 3rd
a stray has been dumped
my old dog is a snapping turtle of anger
pointedly ignoring the interloping puppy
both think they are the alpha dog
trying to get to daddy
I correct them both
by giving Daddy a long kiss on the lips
There is only one Alpha here
And she tolerates no other Alphas
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