Best M Poems
SUBLIME
Sublime
I've been shedding snakeskin...
so blind
I've been destroying the noise
my worst enemy
Deconstructing my identity
soaking shoulder deep
in oceans of humility
feasting upon fruits of tranquility
breaking shackles
freeing ankles
from bloody mud puddles
razor blade anxiety
rising to a place
where yesterday
flees irrelevant
tomorrow
is insufficient
Yet
this moment
of SUBLIMITY
right now...
forever remains
a fearless paradise
Ink spills purposely on paper
forming letters of certain alphabets
to vowels and consonants.
Though speechless, one puts
forth effort to enunciate and
pronounce aloud the syllables
carefully to articulate loves interest.
Do you
want to
be my
one
and
only
Love Interest?
Pace INK-U-SCRIPT
03-07-13
Oh, how wonderfully innocent
and juvenile, 'twas for me.
You, scooting surreptitiously.
closer and closer to me.
Like a soft, gentle caterpillar,
slithering and smiling.
Making its way home in the
still of the night.
I clutched my lovely, flowered
handkerchief.
Then my gold cross with a
sparkling aqua gem upon it.
Really, wanting to not say, no.
My blue eyed Tommy boy.
In the Elmwood Park Spring, we
were about to kiss.
Fireflies came to celebrate this
celebratory bliss.
When we were moving beyond
flirtation.
It was as though heaven were
sending particles of stars,
To bless the softness of this
sacred night.
Of huge elm tress, your strong
arms about me.
Finally, those soft, tender lips.
There in God's silent moonlight,
I had my first teenage kiss!
August 30, 2019
Inspired by writings of Robert Lindley.Thank you!
Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.
A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.
Every woman knows, an ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better.
Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.
Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.
Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.
When they say boldly go where no man's gone before, they don't mean the kitchen.
Honey when I said I wanted something to hang my hat on I didn't mean THAT!
Any port in a storm is a good way to divorce court dearie!
Titillating is not an excuse for going to girlie bars.
Anyone got a buck I could sure use one?
Grab a piece of **** will you, it may be the last thing you ever grab.
**** retentive? You don't say!
Lip service now there's a concept.....
*Listen for the drum roll!
Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can spell!
It has two humps,
and they are round
They form a well...
It comes just past
the "H", the "I", the "J", and "L" ...
"M" stands for ME!
"M" is the one that fits me best
It makes me munch on little things...
I'm known for liking M' and M's!
And mistletoe, and midnight strolls
And M's are known for loving food (mmmm!)
I'm also known to multi-task!
And bask in all my memories!
I'm Mrs. Mom, and love the madness...
(the mobs who make this place a mess! )
I'm a mental case...just ask my man!
Not meddlesome, and rarely mute
When I get mushy, he thinks it's cute!
I'm moody too...and sometimes mad!
But mostly mellow is my mantra !
Morning is my time of day...
But moonlight, too, can make me swoon
I'm filled with mirth, and mischief too
I've meandered with misfortune's moods
But I'm mindful of the miracles
I love good movies, and music too!!
Will marvel at a magic view
I can mend a fence, and mentor you
And hope to keep my muse in tune
I'll share my M' and M's with you
So,... won't you share your Q's ?!!!
______________________________________________
Inspired By Nancy's Alphabet Soup Contest
Let the night embrace you with honey dreams,
Where you find your beloved dressed in tangerine,
She promises love and you kiss her marmalade lips,
The trust you longed for, in her titian eyes is seen.
In the saffron valley where good things happen,
She sings to heal all your inner rustic wounds,
She offers you sip, from coral river of happiness,
And you believe her and listen to salmon sounds.
With bright orange sunshine, new day begins,
You hope someday, your orange lady you will find,
Your heart blooms like the young marigold,
Life seems beautiful, amber fears are left behind.
Any poem, you wrote this year 2016
Sponsored by: SKAT A
May 2, 2016.
Poems that are soup favourites Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
United colours: ORANGE contest
March 4, 2016.
Shades of ORANGE: honey, tangerine, marmalade, titian, saffron, rustic, coral, salmon, orange, marigold, amber
OPTIMISTIC word in each sentence: embrace, beloved, love, trust, good, heal, happiness, believe, new day, hope, blooms, beautiful
Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all have them.
Inspiring videos, loving people and supportive friends
Jokes, funny TV shows, and hobbies might help.
Kindness to friends is wonderful, but
Loving them is not as important as loving yourself.
Many do not give themselves this important gift.
Naturally you want the best for others and your family
Outrageous as this might sound, you must
Positively become your OWN best friend first.
Quiet yourself and give yourself this all-important gift.
Rusty as you might be, find your strengths.
See yourself in the best light. Encourage yourself.
Treat yourself with the same empathy you
Utilize with others, a good friend, or a cherished neighbor
Vigorously appreciate your talents and gifts.
Wisest of the wise recognize the
‘Xceptional logic of doing this and often.
You will immediately reap the awards.
Zesty excited attitudes encourage others, please encourage you!
God pours in His best ingredients
Combining hope, faith and love
With grace, peace and promise
For joy that will forever praise Him
God flows through the one who knows
His love abides in the heart and soul
Piercing the darkness with a tender light
Who whispers in silence, inspiration
Insight that invites the believer to see…
Through His mercy there will forever be
Strength and beauty, forever purity…
In the human spirit, where there is truly
Wonder that can’t be seen, but only felt
By the one who believes in the Savior
Who poured out His spirit inside each of us,
The souls who know that His love is alive
Abiding, like a gentle fire, … burning away
All the doubt and despair, the darkness
That might feel like a cloud hanging down
Over the spirit who knows that, with Him,
There is a promise that forever dances
To the music of belief that never wavers
Conviction that is always honest and trust
In the One who created us to grow
Through the unending devotion that shines
Through every tender mercy, in the spirit
Who knows that His light shines bright inside
Where the human spirit is designed to unite
With the Holy Spirit, the abiding touch
From a Savior who loves so very much
He actually came down and died for us!
The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
September 18, 2022
~ Mountains ~
(Double Choka)
Over the mountains
Sun shines in all its splendor
Beautiful trees stand out tall
Birds assemble there
Eagles soar right to the top
Wild flowers covers the ground
Blue mountains stand grand
Deers and bears roam all around
Eyes can't get enough nice scene
All trees seem to glow
You can feel God's loving touch
Breathe in enjoy all the view.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.24.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes :
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
M.I.A.
There’s a space, next to me
Where he, used to be
There’s a cot, waiting for
Him to walk through the door
And the guys gather round
To hear if he’s been found
He’s missing
We were young, we had heart
And we knew, from the start
Going home, was the deal
If only that were real
And the guys gather round
To hear if he’s been found
Still missing
Then up, goes the list
Of those, who don’t exist
The heaven’s, open wide
Accept the human tide
And the guys gather round
Young and strong and proud
Line that hole in the ground
No longer…… missing……….
Just….. Missed
For Crosses in Your Eyes Contest
(MOTHER)
For you I sing on this day
For you have shown me love, each and every way
I am yours and you are mine
I respect your love until the end of time
With a mother like you, my life will always shine
Finding sun when there is rain
You are there to guide me in my pain
Lifting my heart when I am sad
Holding me when I am crying too
You are there when things get bad
Always doing what is true
When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad
I am sorry to have disappointed you
like the times i got upset and started to fight
How about the times I tell you that your wrong
Never giving up on me, always showing me love
Always waking up to a good morning kiss,
Than you always bless my goodnight kiss,
In those moments my life is where it belongs
For those reason to me you will always be right
Mother, I love everything you do
Like when you cook for me
You also showed me how to tie my shoe
All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way
You always found ways to make things well
Always having the perfect thing to say
With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday
Are we a gift to you, from heaven above
Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love
Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad
You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth
You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday
Mother, you always know what to say
Mother, you deserve every thing your way
Mother, for you I will always pray
Mother to you I give all my heart
Mother not even your death tore us apart
Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart
Mother I will never change you for another
This poem is just for you mother
Mother for you I praise your special day
HAPPY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
(TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME)
( I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 17 )
Little Tufty Dore Mouse.
Little Tufty Dore Mouse lives on the Butlers farm.
He spends his day a scurrying between the house and barn.
But Mr Butler farmer got tired of Tufty's mess.
So he got himself a big black cat and named his black cat Bess.
Now Bess your jobs to catch Tufty Mouse and send him on his way,
cause I'm tired of the mess he leaves when he drops by every day.
Now Bess, I don't want you to kill him or even cause him harm.
He's just a little Dore Mouse who leaves a mess upon my farm.
The only problem with Tufty Mouse is the mess he leaves behind
so when you catch Tufty, Bess remember to be kind.
Tell him he must leave the farm and find himself a home,
where no-one else minds the mess where ever he may roam.
So Bess, she lays in wait to pounce and catch this Tufty Mouse.
It's not long before she catches him and says, Tufty leave this house.
Cause him indoors gave me the job, by the way he calls me Bess.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse say that you will go and farmer sees me being kind.
If I have to catch you again it won't be kindness I'll have in mind.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse said with a little squeak,
but Bessy I've been messy cause I've been moving out all week.
~Summer~
(Dorian 42)
Summer is fun, seasons hot
Umm, temperature just soar!
Moving 'round, is kind of hard
Makes one tired and rains some more
End of summer brings next fall
Rays from sun most folks adore.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
August.28.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Dorian 42" is a poetry style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson,
to honor poetess Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.
It is an acrostic style of poem done with a 6 letter word to create 6 lines x 7 syllables thus
42 in all.The 2nd 4th and 6th lines must rhyme.As many verses as you wish with a 6 letter word.
S ometimes you have to
M ake the best even
I f God gave you
L ittle to work with
E ven if it just means flipping that frown
M o T e L
Blinking from my bedroom
Streets filled with unknown endings
The world outside screaming neon questions
Behind dirty sheets and peeling paint
Gasoline scents the air with turquoise perfume
Butterflies dance in my head from too many concussions
Sirens wail at midnight, selling news print by day
Friends pass by whispering, only ringing in my ears
In the distance…still blinking
M o T e L