There she goes
As fast as her legs can run
Enforcing all effort
To hide what she's gone and done
Moments of deep rage
Popped the proverbial top
The ones standing near
Clothed in spew that won't stop
Years and years he stuffed
The words that could never be spoken
Lest proper folks learn and discover
The child he willfully abused and left broken
Same thing happened to parents
Three generations back
But the difference is
They were filling time with what they lacked
The one that stands tall in the end
Comes far removed from time and space
A pure soul, clear and open
To endure and transmute all fear grown in that place
....running through roots
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-18-2026
For the contrived inducement
of the fixated being,
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon,
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously
shape-shifted deception portrait.
In ostensible enactment
of life’s incredible drama,
performance perfected in one-act play
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift
from one actor to another.
Out of the limelight,
the covert colors fade
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face
morphs mystically into
veracity mirror of actuality,
reflects the real identity depiction,
painted in primal persona hues
of distinctive disposition,
epitomized once.
The spasm of pragmatic perception
splits the mirror,
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris.
Transformation creates the eluding entity,
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.
THE FEW THAT FIGHT
Just the wish of a winsome child for love
and peace in the world,
a sentiment shared deep in the heart of
every boy and girl.
No one escapes the reality of a cruel and
unjust world.
Many a child's innocent smiles get willfully
unfurled.
There are those few that wouldn't comply,
rose above, or never knew.
They fight to the death, beating their chest,
standing for the few.
They altercate the status quo, injustice,
and cruelty too.
For the gullible, incapable and those with
out a clue.
People who’ve been indoctrinated by public education
Think the fascists/Nazis were “far right”,
When it’s clear the national socialist platform
Was just that; nationalist and socialist.
These indoctrinated fools
Have an extremely narrow idea of the spectrum
That ranges from total government on the Left
To zero government on the Right.
Saying the left of center fascists are right wing
Is like only seeing red to yellow on the color spectrum
Somehow ignorant, willfully or not,
Of all that lies to the right of green.
(11/12/25)
Inspired by a poem written by Eileen Manassian entitled "Will You Let Me"
Which I encourage everyone to read. Thank You.
Hear me Jesus I beseech you
As I fall on bended knees
All I've got, I have been given
Bless me once more if you please
I want to share with all the others
Those who have the eyes to see
All my sisters and my brothers
Those special gifts you gave to me
I want you to penetrate my heart
I willfully offer you my soul
To do the things that you have done
Everywhere that I may go
Chorus
Let your Love conquer evil, as of course, I know it will
Bless the race that I must run
With a mission to fulfill
Instrumental
I need the strength every day,
Only you can provide
It's by this I know you're with me
And I need not run and hide
I know this world paints a picture
Of hopelessness pain and fear
I will always love your word
And hold your sacrifice so dear
Chorus
Let your Love conquer evil, as of course, I know it will
Bless the race that I must run
With a mission to fulfill
What is the meaning of marriage
Marriage is about two people
Who are in love irrespective of health,
Of wealth will not abandon each other
But mutually support each other
Irregardless of any circumstances
Will not back out the marital promise
Whether pain or gain will face head on
Facing any storm in life with courage
Never give up but in control willfully
The spark in relationship is tested
To where patience is, the fight strikes
You will see the plot is too scary
Notice that tragedy is part of a story
Love is taste to sweet and sour
To adjust what shield life for a defense
This is the summation of romance
To know that relationship is nice
When it is topsy-turvy experience
And you smile after winning life's storm
This is the privilege of two united brave heart.
weary walls whisper willfully while withdrawing
Sponsor’s Name: Nette Onclaud
Contest Title: Monoklitteration Poetry Contest
Date of Poem: May 31, 2025
I declare that there's no greater high!
Than knowing the Creator of you and I.
I tried cocaine once, it's effect was insane.
It cause bleeding from my nasal membrane.
For many years, speed was my delight.
But it cause my heart to not beat right.
Hung out with friends. Drinking gin, beer and wine.
It left me not caring as it pickled my mind.
Chose a high fat diet. I ate like a king!
My body's now paying for all of those things.
I was young back then, did not have a clue.
The only thing best for us all Lord is you.
Read God's word world. Talk to him each day.
Ask him for the grace to walk life out his way.
Don't give up or quit after any sin event.
Turn your God saying "I was wrong and repent!"
"Please forgive me Lord for this wrong that I do."
I willfully chose to disobey you!"
Turn your focus from self. Help others and give.
Make a habit of doing this as long as you live.
You've done things your way, now let's give God a try.
Nothing better for the soul, than love of the Most High!
Even if you commit the same sin everyday.
Run, repenting to our Father and not the other way!
I declare that there's no greater high!
Than knowing the Creator of you and I.
I tried cocaine once, it's effect was insane.
It cause bleeding from my nasal membrane.
For many years, speed was my delight.
But it cause my heart to not beat right.
Hung out with friends. Drinking gin, beer and wine.
It left me not caring as it pickled my mind.
Chose a high fat diet. I ate like a king!
My body's now paying for all of those things.
I was young back then, did not have a clue.
The only thing best for us all Lord is you.
Read God's word world. Talk to him each day.
Ask him for the grace to walk life out his way.
Don't give up or quit after any sin event.
Turn your God saying "I was wrong and repent!"
"Please forgive me Lord for this wrong that I do."
I willfully chose to disobey you!"
Turn your focus from self. Help others and give.
Make a habit of doing this as long as you live.
You've done things your way, now let's give God a try.
Nothing better for the soul, than love of the Most High!
Even if you commit the same sin everyday.
Run, repenting to our Father and not the other way!
How did I get here…?
It was of course no accident
yet I would never willfully do this to myself
nor anyone I love.
I don’t think this feeling has fully sunk in yet.
It’s almost as if I’m watching someone else’s life.
Like I’m looking down into someone else’s universe.
It started out so different.
It was something magical.
………was………
I was swept off my feet.
I felt light enough that the slightest gust of wind
could have carried me away.
I will always remember looking into those deep brown eyes and traveling the depths and wanting to stay there forever.
Why, oh, why couldn’t I just stay there forever?
We were exactly the same
but also completely different.
Our common interests grew fast.
They withered away even faster.
Things change, of course
but how could you?
My love, my life, my universe…
She was always a singing siren of a woman.
She was always attaining what she can.
She was always a bright, seductive being.
She was always so willfully enchanting.
She had found the love of her life at eighteen.
She had found herself in a passion so unpristine.
She then eventually needed a means to leave.
She had managed to find a way on one eve.
She soon enough had found a second lover.
She later reunited with her first, needed a cover.
She quickly lost him however, for calling him out.
She went home to cry, and alone aloud shout.
She then may have found her third true love.
She hesitates to believe he may be from above.
She forever remains a siren filled with fervor.
She awaits any results of her newest endeavour.
Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy.
Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God
For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama,
the performance perfected in one-act play
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the real rendering of identity,
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.
The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror,
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned.
Transformation creates the deluding entity,
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.
I keep stepping outside myself
This deviation necessary
I always wanted to be someone else
I'm growing a second skin
Still me underneath but I've been cloaked in rage and grief
These scales are heavy
But I'll carry them
The world weighed on me before but nothing like the iron shackles this life has now become
Unbearable
Still I carry on
I don't want to I have to this will always be the way the story goes watching my chapters unfold in front of me without even lifting my pen
I'll nod in agreement, I've willfully resigned
Settling for that second skin
It covers well and hides the empty
The smiles and laughs that are no longer mine but forced to find their way to my face
I'll put on a show for you
I'll sit beside myself in disbelief shaking the head of this shadow I've become
Watching the scales grow thicker
And you won't notice a thing
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