FISHING FOR FANTASIES

A starving old man
Came upon a little pond
And though he wished for a lake
He was grateful for the opportunity he had stumbled upon

He sat himself down, on the browning grass
And fashioned a pole from stick and string
He determined to be happy
No matter WHAT the water would bring

It wasn't long when he got a bite
And brought the fish to face
"Stupid minnow!" he growled
And threw it back to its dwelling place

At that exact moment, he knew he erred
It could have been used for bait
He began to imagine his well-deserved feast
But opportunity was gone, and dinner was far too late

He fished for hours
The noon hour had come and gone
When up walk a beautiful lady
To whom he was instantly drawn

She got out her professional gear
And cast her line
As she caught fish after fish
She simply stated, "This pond is mine!"

She finished her task
Got up, and walk away, without a backward glance
He thought, "I'm hungry! But your ugly
Is worse than my dirty, old tattered pants.!"

Years later, when the old man was rich
He walked upon an Ocean beach
There SHE was with a child-like man
Clinging to her like a leech

She saw his peering look
The young man recognized disgust
He yelled out, "Old man, she only loves me for my skill."
She followed with, "He only longs for my bust"

The old man walked away, murmuring, "Stupid Lust!"

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-26-2018

Note: Believe it or not, this poem is about the damage EXPECTATIONS can do to our hope. If we cast our line into a world full of opportunities without the skill of applying WISDOM, we will never get to SEE what is available to us every moment of every day. As for the "bust" reference, men who don't get the nurturing love they need from their mothers, tend to long for the comfort of breasts. It is what it is. The perfect thing about LOVE is that whatever need we perceive that we have, He has already met them all.

THE UNINVITED GUEST

I have always had a voice
I could always speak truth
Til someone stuck cotton in my mouth
When I was brand new

I learned to speak words
That no ear would hear
I learned to be tolerated
At home in fear

My table was filled with...
Food for thought
I could eat like a pig
On sustenance my innocence bought

Tears poured out of hollow eyes
Blood gushed from a heart of stone
Rage took me on a journey
Where I could never be alone

.....I didn't ask for your company
     .................leave me
         ..........................................ALONE!!!

I know he wanted me to feel guilty
As I dined with my friends
Stupid blue robe...
Gray scale is the final trend

I'm done! I'm tired!
Love doesn't work....fear sits at my table
With bibs, waiting to feed
Tell me, my love,
Shall I open a window
And feel a need

What good is it to have a voice
When not one person will rejoice
Over WHAT your life wants to say????
You will not convince me
That when I'm gone
Fear will act a different way

Why is fear the invited guest
And LOVE is moved to suit the crowd
This is MY wedding
Yet it's obvious....I've been left out

LOVE doesn't have a seat.....

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-10-2018

Note: If I were given to feelings, I would have never began the journey ;)

TREASURE HUNTING IN THE THORNS

Not fair! Why? Such pain!
It's a crime against humanity
Don't talk to me of demons
It's obviously an act of insanity

Not me!?! I can't do that!
Others will see me and judge
You can try every tactic
But my fears won't allow me to budge

Who am I! Blind! NO EYES !!!
I can stand before the throng
Showering them with gifts and goods
But they pull to identify my wrong

Alone! I need no one....NOT ONE!!!
I never fit IN, in the showing OUT world
But you will see, and sling away
The not worth knowing, weird girl

Needs! So many needs to be met
Who wants to know the sick and lame
Lay down the cards
And they can't participate in the game

Lazy! Lay-about! NO drive
No gas in the tank for the journey
You'll find them in their car
Immobilized by a stew of worry

Beauty! Isn't it wonderful, pretty!?!
Head in the clouds with no foot on the ground
Never working through the thorns
'Cause they are Heaven bound

People piling pleasures ON prickly pikes, preventing painful promises......from 
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Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2018

Note: Go treasure hunting. Each stanza identifies a word that begins with an "I." These are thorns that prevent us from seeing ourselves and others through the eyes of LOVE. We all have value, but in the comparison of self to others, we lose sight of the LOVE that surrounds us. As Daddy God put it, recently, over and over, FOCUS! Enjoy the poem.