Lover, Lover
The nighttime sings our names
Ballads of the figurative Juliet
Radios hiss hearts spilled the shadows hide naked ambition stilled
Neglected emotional hills wafts through valleys of past lives
Karmic backlogs review their closing percentages
Futures flood the floors hold the line between fate and tears
Shadow people alone in the twilight
Illuminated letters, walls woed to sleep
Dreams from the shoreline as phantom vessels waltz on the silver linings
Postures of stable footing, top of the line, kings and queens of value
Thumbs circle the knuckles, bone kisses bone, the familiar taste of home
Haunted hems lines explored in tribal pursuits
Please keep me waiting
The specter of tender frames evaporates
Morning ghosts caress the memory in travel
Neckties versus deadlines
Power brokered, breath that betrays the dream
Folded napkins
Cocktail napkin epitaphs
Check please
Like wafts of sorrow
Interrupting the day
The Earth is shaking
This can't be THE WAY
How can light deliver darkness
To one who walks in TRUTH
Why would WISDOM
Clothe LOVE in grief since youth
The journey seems...paradoxical
Trying to make peace with chaos
In a constant state of restoration
Building materials taken from all loss
The fight is fading out of matter
The loosh has no energy to take
Fear perishes in the presence
Of what LOVE has never declared...MISTAKE
...all is as it should be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-04-2026
Be they the moving air or frozen seas
That need a passport, visa, nor frontier,
Unmapped that flow all free, untamed with ease,
Like winds that fiercely sweep sans human fear.
No mountain bows to architect’s false pride,
No forest stands as guard to stolen wood,
And rivers dammed, turn to a stormy tide—
The sign, now red, ere warning amber stood.
The poets turn to birds and blooming flowers
To find the truth and track the tolling bell,
While nature warns of these dynamic powers,
It’s strange, man still hesitates in his hell.
But wisdom wafts upon a shifting wind:
How long can nature bear a world that sinned?
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Happenings | 19.09.2026 | atmosphere, forest, ocean, river, wisdom, crown of sonnets
Red and Gold leaves crunch
And snap cinnamon wafts up
As I slough through piles
Of dried, dead leaves stacked near trees.
I wonder if slugs creep here.
You cannot groom yourself.
You cannot manage your own fur.
Though you are sometimes neat,
Your mop of hair
Has become mere prey in a cat's eyes.
The structure of my head
Wafts the wind away,
And my perked-up Batman ears
See right through unseen intentions.
I run. I leap.
When my whiskers find their calm,
I look back behind me.
Yet even then, my jellybeans
Are always preparing
For a sudden counterattack.
Embrace sweet night the air
Divine the scent of sweet jasmine
Gardens line the streets of Pompeii
Eve's delight wafts on a westward breeze
Only the stars dare compete with the distant rumble
Flashing their pedigree when all seems calm
Naive we be thinking we are safe
Intoxicated with our sleepy dreams
Gargoyles and ghosts meanwhile dance amid a cauldron
Hades from below will soon let out his roar
Tremble Pompeii the night envelops this sudden moment cast in time
AP: 3rd place 2026
POTD August 19, 2026
Dreams must reach their fatal end
At the moment dawn wakes the sun
Yawning with a paternal warmth
He proclaims another day has begun
Rising over meadows, mountains, and vast seas
Early morning light glows with prismed color
Amber skies carry gentle wafts of wind
Kissing away the morning mist
I’ve seen no flowers feigning a false grin,
Nor birds that with a cheerless face e’er croon,
Nor trees that fret in vain loss of lush green,
Dolphins depressed, nor weary waning moon,
Reindeers devoid of all their self esteem,
Polar bears that cannot take it easy,
Wild cats worried on a fuzzy vague whim,
Laid-back they live easy as waves in sea,
In peace as they practise a lifelong Zen
Of ducks that meditate whilst swim at ease….
Alas, he whose mind’s puffed-up seems but man,
Never at peace, how so fair wafts the breeze.
Smug at the crest of Creation’s long chain,
Beware O man, head over heart’s thy bane.
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Reflections | 03.04.2014, revised July 2026 | bliss, men, mind, moon, peace, Sonnet
Settled to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
While seconds send raptures as I gaze all alone.
When day melts into night, a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, it softly nears twilight.
The soft gentle perfume of wafts nature's cologne.
The horizon creates a radiance so bright.
This magic captured with a deepest ruby hue.
The artist's kaleidoscope of warm colors shown,
Detailing exquisite soft crimsons etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of light.
Brilliant tapestries nature has carefully sewn.
Heavily embossed across the sky, birds in flight.
Now sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispering breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Nestled snugly, caressed by joy I've never known.
Evokes aromatic bursts, earthy by intent.
Should desert’s dearth unleash in life,
O wait till wafts cool breeze in life.
In grayish dry terrains, look for
A lush green oasis in life.
No life doth face only but banes,
Look for islands of bliss in life.
Life’s never just a despair of
Doldrums, soft breeze does kiss in life.
Ye need be a nigh bit patient
To cook your choicest dish in life.
Let sea of life whirl surface waves,
Deep down reigns profound peace in life.
So, cut out all the kitsch in life,
Should joy be your heart’s wish in life.
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Ghazal | 03.11.2016, revised June 2026 | breeze/wind, life, kiss, peace, wish/desire
Its timid timeout strikes a muted chord,
Heart beats at peace and mindful spin’s on hold,
Overtures of serenity unfold
Amidst mundane routine - a rare reward.
It tiptoes at the sounds of silence mode,
Its quietude, though fleeting, feels so good.
Rekindling carefree echoes of childhood
Before the adult footfalls trudge the road.
I languorously steep in its slow still,
Soak every bit of calm it wafts away,
Serenity - my bestie, if I may,
Most coveted and cherished, if you will.
linen drawers breathe quiet years
lemon oil warms walnut grain
fresh bread wafts through quiet rooms~
lavender moments
The taller a tree rises
The deeper its roots do sink
To brave the wafts of wild winds;
The higher a man mounts up
Lower his grips need descend
The ground of humility.
the westward wind wafts
meanders the miles and moons
fair lips finding ears
The scent of a blossom
the breath of the wind
A freshness fills the air
life on a Spring day without a care
Time wafts over us
loosens its grip
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