Best Henson Poems
“There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.” - Jim Henson
Most people hopefully know that feeling
when things just happen to “click” between two people.
That has happened to me more than a few times in my life,
and often through poetry it occurs, as it did when I met
Caycay!
A tad younger than I and living far from me on the east coast,
Caycay lives in a house filled with kin, cats, and chaos -
bundled all together with love, for Caycay is most kind and generous.
She believes in things like Karma and being true to oneself,
not dwelling on negativity, and trusting things to the universe.
I credit her devotion to this belief system (along with other friends
of mine with similar views) to affecting my own views in these past years-
years which have been fraught with strange new circumstances for me.
In many ways, Caycay and I are quite different.
We have had very different life situations
and very different types of trials heaped on us.
Physically, she is short and petite; I am average in those regards!
She is ruled more by the heart and I by the mind.
She is not fond of writing in meter as I so often do,
but her poetry reverberates the multi-colored songs of her soul.
We both adore playing with words,
but while I often adhere to strict rules of grammar,
Caycay sometimes throws those rules to the wind,
and this wind-tossed creativity cleverly delivers
unique poetry phrasings that waft touchingly to the hearts of her readers.
Yes, Caycay was born to write, and as with all conscientious poets,
she and I share that marvelous passion.
Caycay is special because she never judges me;
she always uplifts me as she uplifts everyone who crosses her path.
We are completely ourselves with one another.
Nothing is held back, concealed, or sugar coated.
My other close friendships are all like this too:
not restricted by rigid conditions or confounded by silly misunderstandings.
How wonderful that I found a friend whose Horoscope chart
is even so compatible with mine!
Not just friends in poetry, we are soul sisters!
Sept. 24, 2019
* Caycay's birthday is coming up Oct. 3. Remember to wish her a happy birthday!
Through dreamy eyes of green she drifts away
To fields of daisies there above the bay
Beneath a silver veil of ocean mist
Lost in the endless bliss of that first kiss
As heaven weeps upon her windowpane
Written: May 15, 2014
Inspired by a photograph by: Andrada Misca and
A song by Deborah Henson Conant - the Nightingale played on a Harp -
Truly one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard
"Necropoleis"
Naked and invisible
strange weather
has transported
me through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
towards the
eternity that
is You
Floating like a
leaf, cold-veined
To another life
Fire, that is You
I am falling
into You
Naked and invisible
strange weather
has transported
me through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
towards the
eternity that
is You
Awaking slowly
I am falling
into You
Floating like a
leaf, cold-veined
naked and invisible
transported through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
Falling
into another life,
FIRE
towards the
eternity that
is You
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Strange Weather” / Anna Calvi feat. David Byrne
https://youtu.be/nulQtD5-emU
Necropolis/singular
Necropoleis/plural
Photographer: Bill Henson/Australia
https://tolarnogalleries.com/artists/bill-henson/
(1) Bill Henson/Australia
https://www.broadsheet.com.au/sydney/art-and-design/article/after-seven-years-controversial-photographer-bill-henson-makes-his-long-awaited-return-sydney
(2) Bill Henson/ Australia
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-09/bill-henson-model-alice-heyward-defends-controversial-photograph/8338430
(3) Bill Henson /Australia
http://www.australianreview.net/digest/2008/06/valentine.html
No rift in the unthawing ice
The sled took dark matter over crystals of snow
Here the water's thin bonds sufficed
And the one who led was the one who should know
There was no glory in the game
For him, a southern heart seeking a northern pole
Of stars when his heart was aflame
For the warm rhythms of drums called him for a role
Beyond the ken of history
Where his firsts are ancient as the Nile, wrapped in night
Filled with stars of antiquity
Old, so old, the magi had never seen their light.
Today we know where ships must seek
Without the theodolite of desert sands
Time replaced the proud with the meek
God guides the world with his great inerrant hands
Now the servant throned in silence
Is unmasked to his regal heritage, and brought
Maryland's son his prominence
Since first Peary's eyes in his wisdom's net was caught
Like a schooner around the globe
This freedman's soul brought home cargoes none knew before
For something in his blood's wide robe
Could not resist those paths ancient Ghana explored
~Her Gentle Love~
(The Devil's Echo)
Mother's love is the best,best,best
Sweetest one I know
She cares more than the rest,rest, rest
Mother's love just glow
For you she truly cares,cares,cares
Today and each day
She takes more than she bears,bears,bears
Do that then just pray
Mothers thru hard test go,go,go
So much for you do
They're best friends and that's so,so,so
They love you each day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.06.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Devil's Echo" is a poetry style created by John Henson.
This is a tribute from my heart to all the mothers in this world.
MONUMENTAL – Man, you is mental
DENTURES – A ding on your car
CATALOG – One cat per log
BALANCE – Throwing a ball
IMAGINATION – My image of a country
NOSTALGIA – Disease of the nose
ACCEPTANCE – Include your aunts
APPREHENSION – After Jim Henson
GROCETERIA – An ugly eating place
CONFIDENCE – Opposite of deep trust
BRAINSTORM – Very violent thoughts
RECOMMENDATION – Comment again
DOWNTOWN – Under the city
GIVEAWAY – Offer a solution
ENCOURAGE – To race to old age
ANNOUNCEMENT – A proper name for cement
BEWILDERED – Go wild wearing red
RESOURCEFUL – Filled with sour stuff
ENTERING – Stepping into the ring
HOLIDAY – A day for mistletoe
MAGNIFICENT – Enlarging a penny
REMINDING – Recalling a bell
THINKING – Skinny ruler of a land
APPETITE – Tiny apple
SUBMITTED – Ted eating a sub wearing mitts
Some are a bit of a stretch... think weird! LOL
© Jack Ellison 2015
David can often be seen hot on the trail,
Of Richard Whitehead, sprinter, runner,
And was reported in Rio de Janero’s mail,
As the 200m bronze medalist, stunner.
He went to St George Catholic College,
Located in Southhampton, that busy port,
Attended Hertfordshire Uni on the page
Of mechanical engineering, to his purport.
But having joined the Army, made officer,
One day he stepped on a hidden IED,
So both his legs were amputated, better,
But he walked in no time, sports to see.
During his rehab at MOD Headley Court,
David found himself by sports enthused,
And got into swimming, basketball’s court,
Also sitting volleyball did find him amused.
After rehabilitation David did a Masters,
In biomedical engineering, at Imperial,
He inquired into an amputee’s masters -
Their prosthetics - he had opinions vocal.
At the Invictus Games he did many sports,
To win the gold in the 200 metres sprint,
And so made the 2015 IPC Euro consorts,
In Doha, Qatar, to bear the UK flag, flint.
The next year in 2016, Euros in Grosseto,
He was clipped to the line by Whitehead,
And so ran in Rio to entertain with gusto,
When he almost fell, but recovered dead.
Creation of Love
He took an old sock and did stuff it
With a comedic voice he did bluff it
And need I here mention
The guy was Jim Henson
And the sock was his very first Muppet
~Lord, You Are My Strength~
(The Devil's Echo)
All my strength from Lord come, come, come
Thank You for all Your grace, grace, grace
To You stick like glue
In You trust I know
With You I have a home, home, home
And in Your love glow
You help pursue love, peace, peace, peace
Joy is knowing You
To You Lord come in prayer, prayer, prayer
Help me when get tense
Without You I can't bear, bear, bear
Come in my defense.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
May.09.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Authors Notes:
"The Devil's Echo" is a poetry form or style created by John Henson.
broad faced koala
like Jim Henson stitched muppet
stinky hugs clamber
wide eyed from home in gum tree
scared away by Aussie flames
(Herald Angel)
If
I call
Him He's
Always
With Me
In Him I do have the best friend that I could ever meet.Without him I'd be lost
Jesus is his name and when I'm blue He lifts my spirit and gives me peace
With Him by my side I should no fear anything 'cause He cares for me
He's the best friend that anyone could ever have in their life
He lifts me up
He protects me
He makes me strong
When things are wrong
With Him I can
Be just myself
With Him pass test
He loves me best
With Him I want
To be each day
Because is my
Best friend for sure
I'm so happy
He's with me each
Day and all night
God's my delight!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December,12,2014
'Herald Angel' is a poetry style created by John Henson.
~Lord,You Are My Strength~
(The Devil's Echo)
All my strength from Lord come, come, come
Thank You for all your grace,grace,grace
To You stick like glue
In Him trust I know
With Him I have a home, home, home
And in his love glow
You help me pursue peace, peace, peace
Joy is knowing You
To You Lord come in prayer, prayer, prayer
Help me when get tense
Without You I can't bear, bear, bear
Come in my defense.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.03.2015
Eccl. 3;12; 7:14; 11:9
~Authors Notes:
"The Devil's Echo" is a poetry style created by John Henson.
~Books Are Powerful~
(Jan's Triple Strata)
Books teach good thing
And they make our heart sing
They stimulate the mind
Keep mind sharp, great
With books learn, never late
They'll open doors you'll find
Entertain true
Without them my world's blue
Books are good for mankind
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
March.18.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Jan's triple strata" is a poetry style created by Jan Henson.
~Books Are Powerful~
(Jan's Triple Strata)
Books teach good things
And they make our hearts sing
They stimulate the mind
Keep mind sharp, great
With books learn, never late
They'll open doors you'll find
Entertain true
Without them my world's blue
Books are good for mankind.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September.18.2015
~Author's notes:
"Jan's triple strata" is a poetry style, created by Jan Henson.
Stop The Texts, Stop The Wrecks
In a facebook posting today, there is a most poignant episode of a senseless tragedy…
When Leslee Henson and husband David went out for a walk one day in their Utah community..
It was a just a peaceful outing, so perfect in an idyllic setting , and neither had any inkling…
Paradise land was about to be shattered to shreds, tragedy lurked in wait, unsuspectingly…
A speeding car with a flustered lady at the wheel, desperately multi tasking and texting on the go..
Speeding and texting, what a lethal combination, you and me, just about everybody would agree…
This fateful day, March 4, 2013, a sequence of tragic events is to unfold to impact all lives forever…
For astrologers and star gazers, they blame the juxtaposition of the sun, stars and planets forever..
This unfolding of life changing events that were destined to happen on that idyllic sidewalk started..
As the distracted lady driver in the speeding car, busily texting, slammed forcefully into the car ahead...
Poor Leslee Henson and husband David, they never knew how it happened until much later…
That hit car, it plowed into the loving couple, death to a loving husband, father and grandfather..
Plucky Leslee today is on a driven mission, even though she is a such pathetic sight to behold…..
What with head trauma, a fractured neck and back, and 5,000 stitches and staples in her skull…
With her neck in a brace, visible scars aplenty across her shaven head, what an impact she makes…
In spite of her grief and sorrow, this iron willed lady is sending out a most haunting message…
For each one of us, wherever we are stationed, immaterial of the actual location or nation…
All drivers, once behind the driving wheel of your car, you’re in control of a vehicle of destruction..
Be focused while on the road, do not be distracted by that phone, off the phone, mute its ringing..
With 9 deaths a day on the road from distracted driving, stop those texts, you’ll stop car wrecks!
http://www.faithtap.com/4707/woman-spreads-vital-message-about-distracted-driving/?v=1