Holding rage in a cage,
I engage in the battle,
It rattles my inner space.
Emotions chase away the peace,
The beast is released,
The energy is peeking.
I'm tweeking out,
All I can do is shout,
Doubt and fear is all I hear.
I can't see clear,
Veering into the dark,
My spark grows dim.
Fighting him to get free,
I fumble around for the key,
While the energy envelopes me.
Rage helps develope me,
Into a being that can hold weight,
Caging the want to hate.
Feeling how I vibrate,
A warning of my mental state,
I know rage is at the gate.
Using the key I open the gate,
Now as a team we can operate,
Creating chaos to weather.
We're a dangerous tether,
It's with me forever,
It never meant to take control,
It was only the soul,
Seeking to be whole.
Advertisement adversity
Advertising of language
Incident of speech
A dissuasive measures rebuttal
The science of polemic draw
From no veering elsewheres
Sound of water as naked leaf
Enclosed is the burden of purchase
Not without
Pitching fluent
Campaign for after
Elect as fervor in demeanor
Subversive literatures metre
Readying the cannon for war
Barricading the mind for battle
Protecting thy neck from the noose
Flexing my arms to brace for impact
Walking through trial’s gate
Veering in the distance my eyes drop
Chattering teeth seize and sleep
No one is here to challenge my soul
A sigh of relief and cold calm
For today the battle is postponed
However another day it shall be
A trial for the ages, I shall get my rest
Afraid to ask
Afraid to cast
Afraid to hear
Afraid of jeer
Fear is delaying truth
Fear is growing from youth
Fear is reliving the past
Fear is irrational typecast
Asking diffuses fear
Talking reduces veering
Trying clears fear
Chose to steer
The wind arrived quietly, conservatively,
meandering around my heart with soft words,
playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses,
lulling my soul with gentle softness and light.
Summer stretched and wove a ribbon
through my emotions given freely and wantonly.
Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture
a future of happy-scented days before me.
The storm arrived unexpectedly, viciously,
tearing and rending my being with no more caresses.
Now, cast outside the vortex that surrounds it,
my soft words unheard above the roaring noise.
A heart now bruised and silent, missing the mark,
veering wildly towards some unknown destination
in ever decreasing circles like leaves in autumn
as they fall silently from the lofty boughs above.
Quiet now, my soul still forming words in silence.
Never to be heard above the swirling mass roaring above.
Wishing for summer days to return with a soft kiss
or caring caress whispered to a heart once loved.
Eyes viewing left but my hearts veering right keeping you close in my mind even when your far outta sight . I see what they offer but I know what I have and you center me whole cause your place is a half Outta all of my wrongs I know your what’s right so the vows of the now are for the rest of our life Haters want to see us quit cause we got is so legit that what Shade and implement can only help us benefit you were the key I was the lock and I say that in the past tense cause gaining access to a lock without the key is just bad sense forever hold me down and I’ll always pick you up And when the world tears us down we can build each other up Frayful fears of my past is why I grind towards the future making the present of the presence a vibe meant to soothe and subdue ya Life is the world for the world is alive seeded providing air needed for us to flourish and thrive intricate in design or maybe it’s just a matrix of mind and perceptions perceived not permitting me to project what’s not meant for the time but let me rewind and quickly change back the context It’s always us over them choosing other is nonsense soul ties
Mini mangy monster Marvin moo
Nearly never noticed anything new
Outrageously outgoing onset overdue
Plunking his plush posterior on a pew
Quizzically questioning Curly-Q
Respecting ruffians Brew, Grue and Rue.
Shimmying and shaking shivering Sue and Stew
Teaching talented Tommy Treachery too
Uniting understudies under the letter U
Vaporizing validation veering into valley view
Welcoming wild werewolf wearing blue.
I used to run in lines
Straight and sharp
Never veering
Til I met desire
In secret, she led me
Down paths of pleasure
Just out of reach
The fire thickened
and finally.......ROARED!!!
Freedom, at last
I scribbled for the first time
Playing without an image
Skipping to the beat of MY drum
Swinging as high as the sky
Til reality brought me to earth
And I planted my feet
In quicksand
and finally......settled
Every escape brought bars
New and unfamiliar
Seasons of unknown shelter
Smothered hope of roses
Dandelions sufficed
As the wind whipped and whirled
Leaving my withered soul
With a stem
and finally......LOVE wins
Waving goodbye to Lemir
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2024
We are all called to His Marvelous light
To be relieved of our sin and plight
Yet we doubt, delay and scoff
In a pride with the semblance of a huff
For we’d better hassle and bustle
But for how long will His Spirit tussle
If man shuns Christ for the seemingly premium
Mocking His teachings as the poor’s opium
Ever learning but veering from Truth
Ever unsettled but looking for something to soothe
You don’t believe in God whom you’ve never seen?
But you believe in your dreams never seen
You confess of gut feeling sure and clean
And other things out of scene
But is the unseen limited to your imagination?
Why is it widespread in proclamation?
What is that justice in our wish, will and bearing
What’s in that hope we delight in hearing
With that much faith that you wield
To God with speed be led to the need to yield
K. Muitherero
"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." Quote by
Helen Keller
A story told long ago of women who God used
to change the nation because of love
and welfare of their family and land.
They all gathered in the garden under amethyst waterfall
of wisteria vine, around an oval outdoor table
enjoying grape, strawberry wine and nectar cakes.
Talking about a kaleidoscope of outlandish and far-fetched ideas.
Their conversations took paths veering in zigzags
so, they listen to their voice’s comments and ideas.
Their planning caused confusion and misunderstandings,
even disputes among themselves. They knew they
needed a clear plan and visualize the end results.
They all shrugged with sassy looks. “We don’t have time.
Women in combat, it will be hard for them to believe.”
Women in leadership roles within their lives only men took.
They went out in silence as night drew to defend what they loved.
Heroes they were known, few perished and were crucified,
and heavenward, their goal was to win no matter the sacrifice.
Countless desires breed in my heart,
Countless aspirations take wing
from the soul of my mind;
Each aspiration has a spirit of its own
Each aspiration rides on
the wings of dream raring to soar
Each aspiration yearns to traverse
the heavens and seek its abode,
Each desire demands
the price of a lifetime
Each desire needs to be
nourished with the sap of life
Each desire yearns to be
brought to fruition—
Tearing the heavens asunder
Parching the oceans dry
Veering a staid traveler astray,
Yet, the heart aspires in vain
All its longings futile
All its efforts unavailing…
Each desire takes my breath away!
“Stay in your lane and do not veer”
A warning that I’d always hear.
With guarded glances, signals shown,
I steered my way, no danger known.
But fate, it struck with sudden might,
Sideswiped, my world spun into night.
Grasping hard to steer the wheel,
Out of control, a new ordeal.
Flat tire, airless, veering wide,
No chance to steer or turn aside.
Brace for impact was my plan,
While drivers dodged my wild sedan.
On this road, my path askew,
Some slowed down, while others flew.
I rolled uphill until motion ceased
Then climbed from my vehicular beast.
No crash, no bang, just sudden still,
A quiet end to fate’s fierce will.
And in that calm, a thought took seed,
Perhaps the edge is what I need.
Over the edge, I found my way,
Not bound by rules, nor led astray.
In wild ride’s end, I saw it clear:
The edge I feared brought freedom near.
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed
in young and tender years,
fall into drifting dust decay
then sadly disappear.
Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
and quiet hour’s remorse?
Or is the dreamer born of guilt
for veering from its course?
Are dreams unfair for rising up
to skies in brilliant hue?
Perhaps they take no time for thought
and ask too much to do.
But would a dream be such a thing
if every hand could reach?
What treasure would it bring to bare?
What lesson would it teach?
Oh, grant I pray that I should never
stand amongst the crowd,
and watch with idle faithless feet
while mundane cares enshroud.
No, I will dare to dream above
midst Heaven’s brilliant streams,
and quiet vigil watch and keep
til come… what comes of dreams.
Whence did you learn that enchanting smile's art,
My own face takes a different start,
While happiness flows deep within,
My expression tells a different spin.
Can you sense the laughter's gentle flow,
I tried to mimic it, in the know,
But my attempt, a whimsical snout,
Echoing mirth, yet veering about.
My excitement's a spark, hard to quell,
Though you may not notice, I'll tell,
Your humor ignites joy in its array,
Yet my smile might not match, come what may.
How do I confess this untold truth,
That my cheeks have forgotten their joyful youth,
Toasting beers and raising a cheer,
Seems to have faded in yesteryear
Yet, I never grasped, truth to be told,
How my demeanor made others fold,
Jameson's silence, my friend's head's shake,
Unveiled the impact my expression could make.
So now, I ponder on that cue,
To turn the page and start anew,
To spread cheer with cheeks that rise,
And chase away shadows from others' eyes.
VITALITY
encapsulates
celebrates
innovation
hurtling
pell-mell
straight towards
an encounter
with
the viewer
veering
en route
in
movement
one to another
between
wrong turns
a restlessness
some haste
is
detected
& is
understandable
part
of this
zest
underwhelming
feels peculiarly
unfamiliar
in
an encounter
so brief
an
excursion
disjointedly
underplayed
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