When
our heart
sets a goal,
mind so aligns
to fulfil the quest,
hoping for fulfilment.
For desires ego driven,
goalposts shift and horizons fade,
life whizzes by and death knocks our door,
whereupon heart seeks an action replay.
We thus take birth on earth, time and again,
until heart is calmed in staid silence,
knowing soul is not mind-body,
thus bending in surrender
to divine will alone,
letting go of fear,
in childlike trust,
whereupon
our heart
glows.
02-September-2021
A dog went to the vet today
He saw a horse eating hay
got a fleabite
and set alight
and asked for an action replay!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
10.16.2014
Here I sit alone; confined to my prison cell
Locked away from the world it is a living hell
I know I should be punished for taking someone's life
I should have forgiven the man who stole my wife
Now I have time to sit and ponder my crime
Total isolation, my life devoid of sunshine
Wish I could turn the clock back to that fateful day
The events of that night are on constant action replay
Now I’m just a pathetic soul
Life is on hold I am no longer whole
Devoid of human contact, only the prison warder
Not allowed visitors even my beloved daughter
No one is here to see the silent tears I cry
Day after day confined, my life is slipping by
Tormented by realisation of my wasted life
Oh to turn the clock back and forgive my cheating wife
08~07~14
Written for Solitude Contest Sponsored By Scott Thirtyseven
~Awarded 15th place~
Sensation vibes grip each tickle in their love play,
Fingers toss and turn to initiated foreplay,
Ice blocks slip and slide from the desperate display,
Wet tongue tracks to coax and drive in action replay.
Liquid crystals burn navel warmth in fluid tension,
Quivers decry raptures in ignited passion,
Tender quaking caves moist with expectation,
Wild in surrender to the least provocation.
Playful body exposure stroked in their delight,
Lust attacks of erotica in the joyous fight,
Bountiful turfs in seduction; dark bewitched night.
Eager palms in random, frisk the lonely knight.
Sturdy beats in armors turbulent longing needs,
Bottoms cushion reoriented to the parted links in deeds,
Penetration rides with squirms in its joy trips,
Moulds in collapse kneaded by clashing hips.
Electrified she is plundered by the manly beast;
Defenseless to devour the lust filled feast.