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Trudy
34/F/Trinidad   
Trudy Gold
I love food and humour. @Trudaye

Poems

Hidden face  Jan 2013
Trudy
Hidden face Jan 2013
Trudy.Lends her heart. Kind. You shouldn't mind. To a friend who's beyond distraught. She tries. Guides. Often lies. To protect herself from the world. Lord. The mask, she wears, it's a disguise. Inside, she cowers in fear. Oh dear. Layers. Trudy. Outside. All you'll see is Happiness. A joyful judy. Bright light. Inside. She's Fearless. Fighting. Completed and undefeated. Misleading. Deceiving. She cries, although she tries, she finds it hard to get by. Trudy. Trust. Happiness. She'll find it. Blinding. Guiding. A bright light. Find her. Don't mind me. You'll see. She needs. You. Under. What she hides. At first glance, she'll lie. A trance. You'll have to pry. Try. You'll see, she's not like you and me. Trudy.
CK Baker Mar 2017
fischers rap
on a hot tin roof
bristol creek pools
over rock and seed
english wolfhound (and the barkbuster)
stroll pine lane
vibrant colors
of a cool spring
in cob yellow and
forest green

field mice squander
in cotton wind
goats and ferret
hold seven hour trim
raven and ****
meddle and forage (on a splendid fiaker goulash!)
crickets and frogs
hidden
in swollen grey logs

creepers fill the
cut stone walls
coy wolf high
on a frayed white rope
eagles perched
at trudy’s bend
catamounts laze
on a snow base cedar
(pared arbutus bent  
through a failed ground rock)

brush spider spins
a timely web
brown bears fumble
at the spirit jamboree
quizzical squirrels
crack their nuts
as pillow clouds float
over telegraph trail

12 point dances
on talus and scree
hen hawks float
in a big hard sun
clydesdale and coach
trot copper smith road
(glancing down
on finch and the warbler
whistling through
colander row)

lavender fills
the peat soil box
mountain cats
guard the heavenly gates
black eyed ridge
is wide and open
the country squire hails
this fruitful land
Mike Hauser May 2013
Trudy the Trout
Having been spawned one sunny day
Sparkles rainbow colors
As she frolics in the lake

Spends time in school with friends
Learning to survive
What parts are safe to nibble
When the man throws out his fishing line

When Trudy's not in school
How that sweet fishy loves to play
Swimming among the hidden treasures
At the bottom of the lake

One day she swam up to the top
Curious to have a look
Grabbed by a hawk with her last thought of
This here can't be good
Being a man of morals and honor
I feel it is my duty
To leave out the part where the hawk and her chicklets
Chow down on Trudy's *****