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..from that same kid several years and a couple of divorces later...
Dearest Santa,
Here's my list of things for which I am keen,
I've kept it lean,
In case you're kinda short on the green.
Dearest Santa,
I'll pin it near my stocking tonight.
Santa, buddy,
I sure would like a new Smart TV,
Flat screen, HD,
A 60 incher, maybe 3D,
Santa, buddy,
Just stuff it in my stocking tonight.
Santa, pally,
I'd also like a…well…you know what,
And really hot!
Brunette or blonde, whatever you've got,
Santa, pally,
Just put her in mesh stockings tonight.
Excuse me, Santa,
I don't mean to seem crass or crude,
That would be rude,
But I'm submitting this request dude to dude,
So be a buddy,
When you're filling up my stocking tonight.
P.S. Santa,
I have a small confession, I fear,
I haven't been a good boy all year,
And in case you just can't see your way clear,
Dearest Santa,
I'll still dream about mesh stockings tonight.
Thank you and Merry Christmas,
Your friend,
John Dorflemeyer
\(Monotetra/ Hourglass)
I meditate and hope you come
There's chaos and folks in pain numb
If you don't, what of us become
there's so much glum,there's so much glum.
I just know that you're very near
And with you I should show no fear
You're always there to dry my tears
You give me cheer, you give me cheer.
I have faith you hear my prayer
Help me each day in my affairs
Oh Lord, forgive me when I err
And show you care,and show you care.
Christ is our savior and God's son
He loves us like no one has done
And on the cross has already won
Kingdom begun,Kingdom begun.
(Hourglass)
Kingdom begun, Kingdom begun
And on the cross has already won
He loves us like no one has done
Christ is our Savior and God's son.
And show you care, and show you care
Oh Lord, forgive me when I err
Keep me each day in my affairs
I have faith you hear my prayer.
You give me cheer, you give me cheer
You're always there to dry my tears
And with you I should show no fear
I just know that you're very near.
There's so much glum, there's so much glum
If you don't, what of us become
There's chaos and folks in pain numb
I meditate and hope you come.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November,26,2014
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.
That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking why he had lost his way
why had his sad life come to this?
What lay in the caverns of darkness ahead!
Wardens pace up and down like wolves,
stopping to stare with compassion less eyes - smirking.
Waiting for the clock to chimes 12 times,
and to shout,
'dead man walking.'
He sits savouring every last breath,
rapidly repenting for all his past mistakes,
deep inside he knows its too late for regrets.
All his apologies fall upon deaf ears.
Flashes past seen, his crimes, girls and drugs, what a blast!
Pretty girls, each taking a slice, of his hoarded treasures
and he indulging in theirs with total abandonment.
O' glorious were those dead and ancient days!
Then reality came back to bite and bite hard,
saying, " such foolishness was a dream and soon comes Death"!
Too hard to bear such truth, he rushes back into fleeting dreams.
Suddenly cold, very cold he feels the deafening bleakness!
Sees the finality in the concrete and iron bars holding him.
Cries silently, what he wouldn't give for another day,
another dawn out in sunshine and fresh air!
Then reality and Fate both spoke to him saying;
" Tho' you a doomed man, meet thy death as a brave one."
Each heart beat beats with each ticking second.
He clutches his worn bible, readying himself for what lies ahead,
anxiously contemplating if he is worthy of redemption.
Rocking back and forth,
unable to control floods of tears,
his thoughts are disturbed with a truncheon rattling his cell's bars,
and the dreaded final summoning of his name.
Wolves smile with sly eyes,
as the stench of death fills the air.
Fellow inmates turn their faces to the ground.
He savours every step, he knows they are his last.
God is no longer the master of his condemned fate.
He knows he can't erase the crimes of his past,
but takes solace,
feeling his crimes were not premeditated,
but now he must face the hypocrisy
of his own premature death.
I wake up miserable each morning
Being mad at the world around me
For having to exist in this forsaken life
That for me is only hell and misery
It seems most choices that I made
Led me farther and farther astray
Now I’m lost in this forest of depression
And I have no idea how to find my way
In this world full of so many people
Why is it that I always feel I’m alone
I pushed away anyone who tried to care
With the heartlessness that I had shown
Inside I’m scared of loving someone
Life has shown me they will always leave
So why let them get close to me
So they can hurt me causing me to grieve
Maybe it’s as simple as that for me
If someone is going to break my heart
Why not let that someone be me
And never let them love me from the start
Or is my mental state of mind deranged
And there is some medication I should take
It this some disorder thats gone undiagnosed
Causing this life of hell I can not shake
Dream upon dream of death's delay,
Explore some more the way of wit;
Ask for live streams speeding sure say,
Thrill soul's deep core as feelings fit;
Hurl of sure end can hurt no more.
Apt the bold stage with journey fest:
Mask of life bends brings death's full store,
Aim beyond age the final quest;
Glimpse not tragic the broken chance,
Intuit love dear with faith and hope;
Cheer feels valid despite end dance.
Grace conquers fear as heaven scopes,
Incline fond heart as soul unfurls:
Feel joy jumpstart soul's homeward hurl,
Touch what death parts in unseen swirl.
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2016
Singapore
Hands of Fate…
It’s month to month and week to week
It’s day to day and hour to hour
Minute to minute and one second to the next
Breath to breath is how I’m living now
The frailty of life apparent
The strength of heart and mind expent
In the hands of fate, I look to find my destiny…
Years of work and endless searching
Have brought me to this empty space
A void, and I’m lost frozen in fear
Unable to see beyond and what may await me there
The frailty of life apparent
The will of heart and mind expent
In the hands of fate, I wonder what will become of me…
Not the man I used to be, just a shadow on the wall
An echo from an unknown voice, I cannot break my silence
I fall to my knees with hands held high seeking absolution
To shed self-condemnation and again to rise above it all
The frailty of life apparent
My inner will and strength expent
In the hands of fate, I wait to meet my destiny…
Green is my Love, and all she touches, blossoms!
And from her fingers, golden flecks appear!
Green is my Love, her lips always Truthsaying,
She does not even know the name of Fear!
Green are her Eyes, as dark as moss, as agate…
And from her heart floods forth the Healing heat!
Green was our Love, whene’er Life took her from me
And Green the way on which, Life set our feet!
Green was the night, when came the spiraling winds!
And from them, blew a whistling, like a train!
Green was my strength, when I held her sash, long moments,
But dark swallowed her and tore my heart in twain!
Green my good-bye was, pale, and wan, and thin,
And from my eyes, cold diamonds, frozen, fell…
Green, all I saw, shadows weaving, all about me
That day, I knew the surly name of Hell!
Green were the demons that tried and tried to stop her.
All that they did failed heartily at the end!
Carried her off to the ends of sanity!
Up, up in the sky, where the merciless lightnings bend!
Green is my Love, now all she touches, flowers!
And from her fingers, golden sparks do flow…
Green is my Love, now, lies in her Presence, wither!
And from my Heart, like a lark, she’ll never go!
3/19/2019
As I sit upon the gazing night
As the stars take flight
I just might wish upon that star tonight
With moon melodies sounding so near
With every streaming lavish tear
Streaming down my face because of the passionate lack of fear
Needing embracing a comets shine
Is this something magical from the divine
Allowing me to see with eyes gazing upon this 3d plain
Is this the reason why Adam had to name
Every animal to manifest its existance
Is this the reason why we listen
To birds chirp and dogs bark
Enjoying sliding children on a sunny day in the park
Is this the evidence I needed to see
I can truly say yes clarity has convienced me
Written: April 12, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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Chills run down your spine,
close to fear.
You hear her whisper
softly in your ear:
"Are you ready to breathe
your last breath?
Will you surrender
into the arms of Death?"
Gentle, concerned faces
gather around you.
The echoes of stifled
sobs crum the air. . .
The priest prayers
play out as a silent mime.
She smiles and murmurs,
"It's almost time. "
Her cold, invisible hand
rest upon your fevered brow.
Your freedom feels
much closer now.
You sense your wife's warmth
from a distance near,
How comforting are the
tender touches here.
Her serene expression caught your eye,
A dying man's final
distant glance.
With a gentle kiss,
she takes your breath.
Your broken, aching body
embraces Death.
I have been a sieve bucket
Of shiny plastic parts,
Containing reasonable sands of logic, time and place-
Drastically mixed with the fluidity of natural human race,
And oddly and inconveniently, a subspace
For an awkwardly large heart.
Why has its energy, connective and warm,
Imploded my zone of comfort?
Its vibrations teemed my walls, exploited my woes
Which till now have composed me quite conveniently
In perfect shell form?
I have molded realities into peaks and castles,
Beautiful for a brief moment as life’s own art,
Yet crumbling too soon into shackles-
The sand’s plans (though well intentioned)
Never seem to properly span across
This aforementioned large heart?
I have ignored its pulsing cries of recognition,
Smashed its value to the depths of nothingness
To breach partitions of Universal fate’s recipe
For flow and season in forced perfection;
Yet muddied and worn, wretched and torn,
It still giggles and glows-
Defying all logical reason.
In anguish I have begged, dear heart, for disintegration!
Why do you lay idle in seeming nonchalance?
Why have you not flooded these holes of my soul
And flowed out to which creation compels me?
Will Love and light ever overflow my muddy plastic half?
I smugly wait and listen in demand of a response!
A few beats, a laugh.
You shine upon me for a quiet moment, wretchedly glistening.
Have I dared to set aside my fear and gain the courage to finally listen?
The message you have needed to convey
Resonates to me quietly,
In recognition of my soul’s ambition:
“Why don’t you merely give me away?”
A simple response, I answer in action (in giving to you, my true):
For I begin building my fate only from today;
Creating with purpose and satisfaction,
Eternally anew.