Best Huitain Poems
Drizzle and frizzled hair crinkles,
such sounds demand a symphony;
Clammy cold showered with sprinkles
there’s a vibe that says ‘Be easy.’
Stock up the wood burning fire place,
it’s raining I’ll send you a song;
Smoke creates a treble clef trace,
that rhythm will help you along.
~Dreaming~
(Spanish Huitain)
Dreaming the impossible not a crime
You can do it don't make it hard
Many mountains there are to climb
But it is your choice you hold card
Be bold and just hold your ground
You will make it right to the top
Sooner or later you'll get reward
Don't give up never dreaming stop.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.4.2015
(Spanish Huitain)
Focus my eyes on Him each day
He's always with me when in need
Jesus is best friend I do say
He dwells in my heart and head
His words inspires me when read
With me whenever I do go
He's always there when I'm in need
Brings joy when pain in my heart grow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,23,2014
~Spring's Almost Here~
(Huitain)
One more time spring is almost here
Such a nice season to enjoy
When weather gets warmer and fair
Children play outside with their toy.
Not a lot of cold to annoy
Brand new green leaves grow in each tree
The sights of spring gives lots of joy
Birds butterflies flowers we see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
February.19.2016
~Spring Is Almost Here~
(Huitain)
One more time spring is almost here
Such a nice season to enjoy
When weather gets warmer and fair
Children play outside with their toy.
Not a lot of cold to annoy
Brand new green leaves grow in each tree
The sights of spring gives lots of joy
Birds, butterflies, flowers we see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
February.22.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Huitain" is a French poetry form or style.
~God's Beautiful Masterpiece~
(Huitain)
The beauty of springtime shows great
God paints everything nice and new
Nature's beauty seems complete
See delightful sights and hues
Magic of spring is nice to view
After the rigors of winter
Spring charmingly appears to woo
Spring, a breeze of fresh air so true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.12.2015
My walk’s slow, but I’m in no rush my friend.
Day will finish itself, night comes so what?
I’ll stop by some ‘bo’s campfire at light’s end,
be with like men, share some humor or smut.
I’ll spend night with vacant space in my gut.
Rail walk’s no soft piece of cake but light’s dawn
may bring train and ride beneath car’s frame strut,
finding me next day at place of Saint John.
ITS FINE TO CRY AND GRIEVE
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my tale of fairies please believe.
many a day i meditate,
sat crossed legged or often prostrate,
and fairies come, my woes relieve.
casting fun spells they preconceive.
they know how to restore my mind,
back to where it should be, they're kind.
told me its fine, to cry, and grieve.
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Fireballs of far off feather stars
lucid dreams they touch and tickle;
Diamonds dancing dazzling Mars
mirage of something magical;
It passed me something practical
writing on my soul with knowledge;
Tossed in a well with a nickel
waiting to capture high voltage.
Pleasing me is easy to do;
A trip your rambunctious nature,
I’m happy just being near you;
Speaking with that brand of candor
I get a buzz off of what’s true;
So why do you make it so hard?
Flying straight into such rapture,
caress me don’t be a coward.
More than a little bit transient
except when I look in your eyes;
My soul frozen by your cement
grounded by faith my spirit flies;
Balance is what you emphasize
without a ‘you’ there is no ‘me’;
Our lows are the flip side of highs,
the yin yang of apostrophe.
The inner stench hangs in the air
permeating the entire room;
Straight funk is just too much to bear;
Residue swept up with a broom,
can’t hide decrepit with perfume;
What’s real and fantasy can’t switch;
Throw trash out or you may consume
a rotten idiot sandwich.
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
Flushed cheeks and filled with serene truth,
on a lake of rose quartz I skate;
Coral ice surrounds and starts to soothe
a warm smile slowly radiates;
My temperature elevates
I do a spin and understand
part of the dance is always fate;
If I slip hold onto my hand.
I can be something of a ham,
take my energy or leave it;
Here’s the deal I am what I am;
Imperfectly immaculate
is the vibe I aim to transmit;
Addictive I have no gateway;
Left so hungry with a tidbit,
come feed on a seasoned entree.