Best Chasten Poems
As fiery beacons
Blaze
And cut through the
Night;
As restless sleep
Doth so tax and
Trouble me;
And I hang upon
A promise:
That my love
For thou
I did most fervently
Swear unto thee!
As icy comets roar
And sail against
The galactic tides,
Their streaming tails
Lingering upon a
Solar wind,
I will grasp
This one last chance...
To bare my soul
And chasten myself
From all my sins.
Then immortal wings
Will downwards sweep
From heavenly ramparts
Where divine Angels
Do so keep...
To gently raise me
To my feet,
And, softly brushing
The dust
From mine eyes,
Lift me high
To be seated down
Before the wise.
Whenceforth,
Hence so empowered,
Whilst slumbering
Fantasies
Once more take flight -
Unremitting and
Without respite:
When, passing through
Heavens doors...
To search you out
Across the sands of
Timeless shores.
Thus, finally, after
Stumbling
Across starry Aeons
Of an almost infinite age,
Throughout these
Many anguished trials
Of forlorn,
And seemingly,
Endlessly
Despairing days,
To overwhelmingly
Rediscover your
Presence:
Beholding your perfect
Form -
Suddenly and inextricably
Revealed
Before my wonder-struck
Gaze!
After enduring what feels
Like the damnation and
Curse of eternities
Countless years,
Now, heretofore:
How I shall cherish
And much adore...
This one true heart
Forever more.
~I Believe~
(Rhymed Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that true love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the wood
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
July.03.2016
~Author's Notes:
-The Anaphora -
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
Beautiful, burnished, brilliant
Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy
And now, you come – Artist
Scratching, on my polished mental plate
Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle
Do not soak me in your acidic bath
Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design
Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating
Acid soaks into your carefully drawn lines
The depth of your influence is varied
Teasing a relief by removing your blackened wax
Only to soak me in your iniquitous ink
Here, I must bring it an end. I must stop you - Artist
I must cleanse my mental plate
Chasten long and purposed for that original surface
Until a polished steel-plated revelation
Yes, there, beautiful, burnished, brilliant…perfect, if not for
Your Latin radere
The etchings of your needle
The stain of your ink in my serrations
My effort seems wasted
The vestiges of your ink tainting all that I touch
Now, everything has your art
Like wetted paper onto my mental plate
Once upon a midnight dream
Of fantasy in flight
I fought the degradation
Of a dragon’s appetite
My heart was beating stronger
As it broke my fevered brow
Breaking my resistance
To the meekness of a bow
All my dreams of darkness
Were the dungeons of my soul
The sad and somber wreckage
Of a savage in control
Soul, I cried, refuse me
In the pattern of my sin
Help me to be stronger
In my struggle for a win
Favor me with courage
In the carnage of my fight
Clear my path of passage
In a prefatory light
Strengthen my compassion
For the suffering I see
Flip the side of sorrow
For a joyful jamboree
Teach me thy persistence
In the moments I am weak
Nurture me with patience
For the blessings that I seek
Hasten thy forgiveness
In the mercy of thy way
Chasten my resistance
To the truth I must obey
Set me on a higher plane
To lift the needy poor
Raise me on the ladder
Of the blessings you restore
Teach me of the promise
And the purpose of a man
Lead me in the practice
Of a wiser master plan
Help me to be humble
On the highest mountain peak
Catch me when I stumble
In the knowledge that I seek
Thank you, soul, for teaching me
The truth about my quest
Strengthen my conviction
To be equal to the test.
Submitted to the "In Conversation With the Soul" poetry contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
on January 2, 2022
Recall the midwife
To the cenotaph
War is over
For now at least
Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain
in tact to blow away this coming eve
Or grow from flounder's red sodden field
To flutter on a chasten solar breeze
Up and up so only downward grave
can see
So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent
Sprayed by white tailed doves formation
flying overhead
Signaling in semaphore
Death is dead once more
We've little left to fill a casket
Apart from surplus faulty armaments
Scattered across the length and breadth
of no man's lands
To carry these giant's home
To mother's
Wishing they we're never born
Or had a daughter instead
Amen
Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.
Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let the Lord soothe the wound
and chasten him with the scar.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let his heart be humble
to learn the fullness of
a father's love.
Lord, lift his sin burden
like a raven in flight,
then let a dove descend.
Let him protect his daughter
from the man he once was.
Let him not live in fear
of her violation
by his or another's hands.
Let her purity be preserved.
Let his wickedness
be ravished
by mercy and truth.*
Let his heart not regard
the sins of his youth.*
Let him receive forgiveness plenty,
just as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven me,*
and I reap the blessings.
Let him be blessed, too.*
Let innocence be restored,
and let us esteem
the name of the Lord.
Let my offender praise purity
and be a passionate advocate
for the vulnerable and abused.
Let his wife be blessed
by his new life.
If he chooses to confess,
let her forgive
and have a heart of
compassion and trust,
discarding anger and disgust.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let the cycle of sin discontinue.
Let their intimacy be
exceedingly better than
what he sought wrongfully.
Let him wonder
how the offended was affected.
Let him pray that she will fully forgive,
not harboring any hint of bitterness.
Give him peace, knowing
that by God's grace,
their wounds will heal.*
*Proverbs 6:6
By mercy and truth iniquity is purged:
and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil.
*Psalm 25:7
Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.
*Ephesians 4:32
32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
*Luke 6:28
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
*Psalm 147:3
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
12/7/19
Blessed is the life that walks through clouds
For it is a pathway of grace, softness and gentility
Its meekness shall rise above such earthly shrouds
Away from hate to find tranquility
Reflections of self shall disappear
There are no mirrors here
But through our eyes that turn inwardly sincere
We see our true selves that set us genuinely free
Obscurity knows our wisdom’s key
It graces us with pure humility
It forms our souls with teachings that decree
To reach the blessed heights within the kingdom of charity
And let not our blindness chasten our inner light
For we must always trust what one cannot see
Our brightness within illuminates our fears in the treacherous night
To set our mind, soul and heart forever free
There is no beginning nor end within this path
It knows few boundaries to speak too little substance
For its faith is true and its strength steadfastly cast
With gifts of pure love with great abundance
April 22, 2021
Where Are We Headed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
~Kindness Is...~
(Anaphora)
Kindness is to show you care in any way
Kindness is giving something unselfishly
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to
Kindness is giving a sincere smile
Kindness is truly loving and caring for others
Kindness is saying a kind word or two
Kindness is being nice to each other
Kindness is not being rude to anyone
Kindness is spreading God's love to all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.29.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
~I Believe~
(Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the woods
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.01.2015
~Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
~Daydreaming~
(Anaphora)
Daydreaming is beautiful
Daydreaming is wonderful
Daydreaming night and day
Daydreaming of only you
Daydreaming of all your love
Daydreaming is a gift from above
Daydreaming as I go along
Daydreaming is just like a love song
Daydreaming I always love to do
Daydreaming when happy or blue
Daydreaming all day and night long
Daydreaming is all I do on and on
Daydreaming is so neat
Daydreaming is really great
Daydreaming for sure so much I enjoy
Daydreaming brings me a lot of joy
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.27.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
~Kindness~
(Anaphora)
Kindness is to show you care in any way.
Kindness is giving something unselfishly.
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know.
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to.
Kindness is giving a sincere smile.
Kindness is caring for others.
Kindness is saying a kind word or two.
Kindness is being nice to each other.
Kindness is not being rude to anyone.
Kindness is spreading God's love to all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.30.2015
~Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
In the depths of my heart I feel your presence
When I laugh you hear my silent tears
When I am still you hear my throbbing heart
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?
In my darkest hour you see me in light
If I go to the caverns you are there
If I hide beneath the deep you are there
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?
When I sing you detect tears in my voice
When I dance you see my faltering steps
When I dream you are there beside me
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?
When I pray you lend me your ears
When I am mistreated you open a doorway to freedom
When I am angry you chasten me
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?
Today you touched my heart
Today I heard you whisper
All things are possible with me
I am the One from whom you cannot hide.
* This poem is inspired by verses from Psalm 139.
Give it a go, try something new
This tale told in simple verse, view
Compare its rhythm, rhyme and flow
Try something new…give it a go
Gone fishing, the sign did say
On that blustery summer’s day
We stood; we waited, still wishing…
The sign did say, gone fishing
The drive was long, the car was stuffy
Eighty miles to visit Muffy
To find him gone seemed so wrong
The car was stuffy, the drive was long
So the kids cried, they were very tired
The surprise visit, uninspired
Back in the car, the kids were plied
They were very tired, so the kids cried
Crying children, sighing parents
A long drive home; undercurrents
Of Frustration; all chasten
Sighing parents, crying children
There just may be a moral here
When visiting, both far and near
Call to see if your host is free
A moral here … there just may be
~May God~
(Anaphora)
May God always care for you
May God keep you standing tall
May God whisper in your ears words of wisdom
May God show you what you need to know
May God always have an angel for you
May God send an angel by your side
May God be there to catch you fast every time you fall
May God give you someone wonderful to love
May God teach you love untold
May God give you lots of love and hopes to keep you happy and warm
May God grant you with many gifts and long life
May God keep his eyes always on you
May God guide every single step of your way
May God keep you from each and all harm each day
May God always send an angel beside you
May God bless you with lots of wisdom and good health
May God always speak to your heart mind and soul.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.12.2016
~ Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
Farewell to God's Servant
Inspired by Father Mike Duggan, a Catholic Priest from Sacred Heart Church in Strathmore, Alberta.
Although we are as strangers I pray for your success,
In teaching every nation that God's Way is best....
I pray good health will chaperon wherever the Spirit will lead.
May you become noted as God's Choice and fruitful seed.
May necessity to chasten fade with the stirring of each new day...
May you know love and laughter and may your songs be light and gay.
May you seldom raise a finger to scoff or criticize
May you always view the sinner with compassionate Christ-like eyes.
May the name: Michael Duggan place a smile on every face,
And a caressing tarry within each heart that your absence will not erase.