The sky keeps its oldest secrets
as strange signals cut the quiet.
Cold dust holds a foreign blueprint.
We are not the lonely center.
Breathe in the vast, unmapped dark
as an unaligned pulse beats out there.
Mathematical static shifts into voice.
Shadows fall on distant ice.
No human lens defined this geometry.
A mirror quakes across the vacuum.
We watch the deep space ripples.
The quiet universe finally speaks.
Are aliens here to stay – or,
have they ever been here at all.
None sweeter, smiling;
Opes, daisied, wide.
Nor for these, too sought
In the chipmunk
Has shot up their peer
Curious-eyed.
Love's blaze fans out.
Of dawn what's lit.
She, girly-twirly
Stemmed, leans that way.
Tree, its bird feeder
He, opposite!
Much like the emptying of womb
Each time a mother gives birth
Increase in disasters and violence
Act as catalysts to cleanse the Earth
Many want to cling to safety
The smooth rhythm of waters around
Provision offered in waves
Without abrupt noise of unanchored sound
Along around the seventh month
Warning signals tense and flex
Preparing through unwanted movement
That strengthens muscles to pass the test
Resistance is futile against tide
Yet the unaligned will pull and resist
When birthing time arrives
The baby is found in an emergency twist
Many worlds have come and gone
The survivors are the lining of the wall
Memories are wiped each time
But new waters have helped them recall
...we are not from here
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2026
Please let it go , your angry heart.
The blame was mine, I played a part
I truely believed, at the start.
But life got in the way
Unaligned on our starstruck chart
My love could not hold sway
We always seek to understand
Not knowing what cruel fate has planned
And sometimes dreams just crash and land
As I was soon to find
Our love was like the sleight of hand
A trick that made me blind
Forgive me please for causing pain
I never meant our love to wane
I pray you find such joy again
And suffer Cupids dart
A love so strong it will sustain
And heal your angry heart
unanswered questions left my heart in fear, tears that shattered, left me torn apart.
a child lost and alone, longed for a place where roots could be sown.
as years slipped past, the questions only lingered
the echoes of my past still haunt my mind, leaving me in doubt, and so unaligned
who am I without a place to call my own, my cries echo through the empty chambers of my soul, as I wander, seeking to make myself whole
unanswered questions, whispers in the night, a search for answers, to find my own light
A path fraught with fear
craven cowardice
trembling, dissembling unsettling
Hovering high above the highest hill
beyond Imagination's borders
Out of reach, out of touch, unaligned
Hope's lost highway hesitant
arriving ahead of time
illusions intricate, impotent
'Home' - why do we delay
the sick dare you defined
from the web of a sick mind
was so blindly, blatantly unkind.
the horde of spiders, squirming confined
with hairy legs heaving, churning, interwined
with dotted eyes blind and unaligned
all creepy, scary, touchy feelings, all combined
though so inclined,
to lance your purulent pussy mind
I declined.
The wheel of time makes
the head drag the mind
on the winding pathway
of the confused existence
amidst the rising dust
of the senile summer of discontent,
but the heart still breathes
the young spring air,
like a flower blooming
in the flushing meadow,
swaying in the sunburst colors of joy.
The threads of mind and heart,
seemingly untwinned render
the entities of dualism discernable
in the intricate lattice of
the shrouding shade and the luring light,
weaving the tapestry of life
into seamless paired wholeness,
caught in the conflict of
twin attributes seemingly unaligned,
but harmonious in dichotomy
like the sparkle of joy afloat
on the rolling drops of tear.
Let the fulfilled life see
the setting sun sink serene
through the chromatic lens
of the crystalline mind,
the ecstatic heart aligned
will absorb the last spectrum of harmony,
the gleaming bliss will then suffuse
the sanctum of soul in the twilight hour.
___________________
Written March 14, 2021
September 7, 2021
Constance La France's Contest : "H"Contest New Or Old Poems
subtitled: Lyrics by Lamoureux
He writes upon his poet's harp complex chords of life,
motivational music to halt us
from following malicious men -
fractured minds of mankind.
He writes peaceful melodies to soothe restless thoughts;
He write knowing only a few will sing.
The lyrics of the hopeful striving for upswing
find like voices in those who untie knots
from threads miserably entwined.
His voice punctuates with his pen,
joining writers prepared to oppose injustice
while harping on the foibles of strife.
Richard plays warfare’s veto on drum and fife,
combatting behavior that’s treasonous.
Bias seen time and time again,
protest throngs unaligned.
He notes unfair sanctions on free speech and boycotts;
He composes words to caution our offspring.
January 30, 2021
edited slightly for dramatic monologue
contest: My Significant 2021 Poem
sponsor: Beata Agustin
contest: Political Verse
sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
originally written for
contest: My Invented Form - I Write Upon
sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Primordial ooze, bathtub booze, and unaligned chi
I've got nothing to lose, I see through the ruse, because I am free
I see the faintest glimmer begin to grow dimmer but I've got nowhere to be
While doubt slowly simmers hope also shimmers because it's not just me
While people walk by and they don't care why a man lays on the ground
While he lets out a cry like he's about to die they just amble around
Finally a kind soul lifts him out of the hole and the man makes no sound
His wounds took their toll, he was staring at Sheol but now he is unbound
Surreptitious and serendipitous
Adventitious and so precipitous
Are what make up this existence
Inauspicious and centicipitous
Supposititious and insignificance
Are what lie on the path of least resistance
Good thing I was seated coz she blowed my mind
Prepared to wait out the dark days till the sun again shined
My tickler erupted
Twas a bit rusted
The joy was so intense my eyeballs became unaligned
Who says a tree is bent, not straight, kinked?
For there are no straight lines in nature.
A line is a human abstraction, a connection between points.
Look around, all of nature is curves, coils, gnarls and bumps.
It's true that some spikes and spines are almost straight,
and beams of light are true,
but light has waves within
and the profiles of spines are wavy too.
All the lines you see in the view about you
are human-made structures,
with dead straight lines.
Most walls, roofs, bridges, buildings
are made plumb level and aligned upright,
by wayward designers, hell-bent on lines.
https://soundcloud.com/user-921599710/becoming-queen
Eminent city of Persia, long live the King
A youthful Jewess, of parents passed
Resettled in her cousin’s home, under Mordecai’s care, as his own
To womanhood, the becoming of
The palace of Persia shall hold a feast, proud men shall gather
Prominent presence, echoes of entertainment
A heedless king of too much wine, a request for his Queen to dine
Such instruction declined
Continued unaligned, to behold of her beauty
Of customs contrary, of directions unwise
To dwell in the kingdom, yet to be replaced
In such haste, a queen no more
A closing door, seek out the best
Search through the kingdom
Esther before the King – be seen
To become Queen
Place a royal crown, inner restoration found
Mordecai as watchman, seated at the gate
Heard whispers of a plot against the King
Queen so informed, in Mordecai’s name
The guilty found, punished accordingly
Long life of the King
Mordecai unacknowledged
Notwithstanding kindness to him
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Carpentry
It’s the first nail
That hurts, the sharpness
That pierces right through the framed constructs
Of our wooden fears
With
unrelenting precision
As if we could unhurry our blood or
Hammer a dismantled dream
Into a different shape
Unfurled blueprints mark the unfinished house
Where a doorjamb is still annoyingly unaligned
Or a window frame not plumb
We call upon the carpenter ,
The one who can hold nails
In his teeth,
The one who knows
Crossbeams shudder
In the gold dust of what they must bear.
As he steps outside
To go about his day
There's an artificial smile
That she currently displays
The risque array of fabrications
Indicate love fades away
Portraying someone that you're not
Can't turn back as deceit's underway
Leading her quickly astray
With the foul-play that's conveyed
How can she begin
To look him in the eyes
And try to rely on the lies she's supplied
Not abiding by rules
No matter how hard she tried
There's no upside to this
So promptly decide
That these classified actions
Can't be brushed aside
Misguiding all judgments
Now set to collide
Into altercations
Due to pent-up frustrations
The ramifications
Of all her temptations
Is internalization combined
With desolation and desynchronization
Leaving all that you know unaligned
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