“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
Burnt out.
Bent.
Wired.
Wild.
I’m shallow as old trenches.
Oof.
Maybe a pail filled with old cables.
A slab of me in my prime.
Undesirable.
Like the sluggish way sap dries.
Or doesn’t at all in the humidity.
Like dead ladybug tea.
My best times were just that:
Soggy human skin flakes.
Water: Water the settling water
there often after rain
it settles here
it stay moistest here
in the vclearing
is there water here
is there water here
we shall excavate to see
there it is water
like we thought
the gallons per minute
ratio is astounding
murky these water due
to it's need of filtering
a plastic culvert with
a goetextile or silt fence
wrap with large hole drilled in
to filter the poluutates and undesirable sediment
oh clear ye the water
a halluelia in victory
clar ye these springs
water water you and me
a submersible pump and airtank system
with bring these waters to us
praise ye
praiuse ye
water;water
praise ye!
Waiting
can appear as
an undesirable delay
in reaching a goal~
separation's painful
emptiness awaiting
fulfillment~
Nothing
is concealed~~
It's always been present
Just no way to consider value
Avoidance and fear
Hiding undesirable paths
But today, I diverted
Finding the sand art in the sky
The fresh waft of chicken houses
The pungent smell of a polecat
Large fields scrolling out as I rode along
The sun rising as I was propelled forward
Along the discovery way
An option not available
....until today
I'm so happy!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-07-2026
Don’t Listen
Others predetermined your future
Rendered you a statistic
Along with the application of undesirable labels
of your being
Told you what you couldn’t be
And never would be
They see you now
To their dismay and underestimation
You made a decision
And chose not to listen
You chose to love yourself
Not allowing others' opinions
And negativity
Navigate your destination
You’ve worked hard
Achieved your goal
Yes, you’ve arrived
Never changing who you are
Standing strong, head held high
I applaud you
For not listening
To what you were told
-Laura P.
I’m a pretty cute flower
Still they call me an undesirable weed
Don’t they know namecalling’s hurtful
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
If you can't say something nice
It's best to say nothing at all
That's going to be me from now on
My humour is often misinterpreted
Causing an undesirable reaction
I wrongly assume everyone sees through it
And that it IS simply humour
I apologize, but this is me
It has always been me to make light of situations
That are uncomfortable to deal with
We all have our own way of getting through
Mine is to rely on humour
It works a good percentage of the time
BUT NOT 100 PERCENT OF THE TIME
it is a nightmare and a terrible place
a confrontation, a quick draw, frightful conclusion
glass: empty of illusion
a pagan deity whose hard eyes shall drink you in
and spit
and run over you
like an obnoxious lorry
or through you
as a plough
at this abandoned carnival marooned in the undesirable
wilds and the nonorgasmic
riffs of ticking clocks
working juju on your brain
every grasshopper is a man in the bush
where the bushes are mirrors
laughing at you/your pathetic fallacies
smart flesh
gorgeous teeth
and confident hair
awaiting dignity's end
NO NO NO NO FEAR OF CIRO GARGANO HIS UNDESIRABLE BLACKS HE HIRES BLACKMAILS TO TORCH BUILDING FALSIFY HELL EARTH OR LIKE ME FORCED
TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN BECAUSE OF YOUR FIRES OF HELL MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS GETTING YOUR PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF I AM CERTAINLY NOT SURPRISED THIS UNDESIRABLE BLACK JHORE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS THREATS FALSIFYING HELL AGAIN TO COVER OF ARSON MURDER OF 8 RESUKTING IN 9 VICTIMS I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR MURDERS SO STOP BULLYING ME I'M SURE JHORE GOT A LIGHT STOP BULLYING ME .STOP INTIMIDATING ME BURN MORE ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE WHY DO I NEED TO BE REMINDED OF SOOT ON SUITS FROM THE TAILOR SHOP
like beating a drumstick she beats her own heart. she bashes it around by lending it to others, but the wood splinters striking people. what people don’t know is that is just her hard front personality being worn away, to reveal the vulnerable raw stick underneath. the stick that used to beat to others hearts and had to be repaired again and again by the damage others did. they wore all of it away until it was bare. no one can see a drumsticks broken until it snaps. until it is undesirable and unable to be used any longer. even then people take beats out of it for fun, slowly hitting snapping her heart. can no one see her drumstick is bare, that it is all an illusion. but everyone is too concerned with their own drums to care about this one.
If you can't say something nice
It's best to say nothing at all
That is going to be me from now on
My humour is often misinterpreted
Causing an undesirable reaction
I wrongly assume everyone sees through it
And that IT IS simply humour
I apologize, but this is me
It is me to make light of situations
That are uncomfortable to deal with
We all have our own way of getting through
Mine is to rely on humour
It works a good percentage of the time
BUT NOT 100% OF THE TIME
The Abandoned Vacant Lot Filled with Concrete
Weeds sprout from the cracks,
A sign reads it was once a place to heal creatures.
All that remains is melancholy and "Hope Pears,"
Lying on the feverish black ground after scaling the tall fence.
A clock that has stopped thinking, or perhaps for reflection,
Stands motionless, hands pointing in the same direction without bending.
It would be nice to have gum, to keep a semblance of sanity,
It would be nice to have gum, to stay a bit less unhinged.
Dusk pretends to offer the answer of life as usual,
And leaves with an oblivious face.
But I cannot blame,
At least it gives some "meaning."
Taking a bite of the pear,
Juiceless, tasteless, except for bitterness.
Trying to discern what it is through chewing,
It disappears bit by bit with every bite,
Leaving only a vague and undesirable presence on the tongue.
"I'll come back,"
To have an evening picnic,
To find hope in the dusk.
To want something strongly felt
is to admit how the fire is burning...
until it suddenly explodes inside;
and if it leaves one hanging,
express it without thinking twice:
could it always remain silent?
From one lover to another
my enthusiasm has turned sour,
not showing my charm to smother,
to deceit and have fun;
I fed my ego of mad fool,
taking all and breaking every rule...
while my true intention
wasn't to be faithful to only one!
I hate this refrain sung to me,
" Silly, silly man this is hilarious,
a satire is not written for someone free
who sees himself as invincible as Eddie:
a person far from kind and generous!
From one lover to another,
the circle has gotten smaller,
nobody trusts me, they think I'm Othello;
they avoid me, they don't say a single hello!
Don't threat women the selfish way I did,
don't leave a trail of undesirable regrets;
romance stories aren't written by pretty playboys,
by cheaters who build their castles in sea sand!
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