Best My Style Poems
~Just Come To Me ~
( In My Style )
My love
Just come to me
Don't make me wait anoth'r day
You know I always love you
Come to me my love hurry up
Come to me my love hurry up
You know I always love you
Don't make me wait anoth'r day
Just come to me
My love
My dear
Love you so much
You're my love, dream and joy
I am so in love with you
Promise my love will never part
Promise my love will never part
I am so in love with you
You're my love, dream and joy
Love you so much
My dear.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
May.22.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
" In My Style " is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 in 2012.
So many people ask my why
my lines are so hypnotic
and why my eyes cry for the world
I learned a lesson as a little girl
Music took the pain away
in a way that I never really understood
But somewhere I found my rhythm
and it felt good
I learned to enjoy the breeze
I learned to smile when mama would sing
I copied her vibe
but when my vibe came to me
The words would resignate as a song
but when I opened my mouth
it became poetry
I claim full responsibility of this gift
When the sun rises and the moon resides
I thank the Creator for this shift
Melodies became attached to my DNA
in such a way that the process
where jazz, blue and hip hop relate;
poetic tendencies were relative to my mind state
Music is my soul
But poetry is the gate
smitten with her smile
can only await this trial
with her down the aisle
My life seem to be coming together
My heart is placeing in peices it never
I got my school right
I prayed and ask GOD what should I do about my life
He answered and said "Don't worry every thing would be alrite"
Now I'm sitting here happy, sad
All in one, so confused
My life to great to be sitting up here being mad
Emotions running high, No worries, No more pain
I'm just a little worried
One sec I'm okay the next sec my mind is going in sain
I'm just a kid thats trying to find my way out
But I know it'll be alot of good, bad
And I'll deal with it
Every thing will be alrite
Thats why this is my life!!!
I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's N/A
by JTCurtis lol.
I am of the past and present, of the today’s as much as yesterdays,
People of this world, ever changing of today,
Normal as well as weird a slave as well as a free man,,
stuffed with the stuff that is harsh and stuffed with
the stuff that is kind,
One of the cherished persons, the person, the person of many
the weak the same and the strong the same,
A child as a slave, An adult blind
and unseeing ,
A teacher as a leader, a student following their
ways trying to understand the complicated ways
of life,
A feather as weightless as air, a rock ever so heavy
dragging us down til the feather begins to rise in us
A girl as a women, a boy as a man making choices
ever forgiving, sometimes regretting, often mistaking,
A shirt as ever covering, a naked body as a blank paper
covered with own stories of every person , struggle, choice
covering our life under clothes
A Father as protector, a mother as angel ever looking
out for us with arms grasping to us and eyes open wide
to see
A son as a child, a daughter as a child listening learning
to deal with the life in which we are handed
A hand as a tissue, a foot as a stepper, wiping tears
with the backs of our hands trying to stand our ground
but sometimes falling farther down
Comrade of jocks and outcasts.. Comrade of individuals
standing for themselves, living their life
Comrade of complex and simple- comrade of everything
Different, changing
A friend with drama, a enemy with plans,
A beginner trying of new things,
Of unknown info and unclear thoughts and new problem solving,
though trying
Not of the After Life but of the Living or
those surviving ,
A killer, gay, or a slave … a doctor, straight,
or a free man
A sadist, drama creator, outcast, loving person, or popular.
I don’t take life for more than I can take,
And live the days as if today is my last day;
And continue on til my time.
The caring and the heartless are in their places,
The pain I can see and the pain I can’t see are where they will stay
The life I live is the life I will live
I'm no floozy bimbo
on a movie screen
my breasts will never grow
and I'll never be obscene
I'm not hard and cold
in soul and heart
I'll never be too bold
nor tear anyone apart
I'll never follow
society's trends
my head isn't hollow
my personality never bends
that's just not my style
I live authentically
so shut up and smile
and let me be me!
I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be one of one
I put on plays with my words
Something to entertain the crowds that have heard
Stories of people who push higher
Like a group of three fighters
Each one of them spoke
But it’s the frog’s vessel that croaks
Or a story of a fox
That only knows nine tales
But the one where a child wails
Is the one that’s spoken a lot
I say things with my style
But I don’t know if it’s fire or not
I do seem to strike people
So lightning and thunder’s my thought
Cuz I write my emotions in a clap and flash
Like a sword creating its gash
One quick motion full of its own dynamics
But it’s entry doesn’t make a sound
My words never miss their mark
There’s always a place they’ll be found
I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed
Don't think I will move for a while
The wind is howling and it's lashing outside
Getting cold and wets not my style
I'll just turn over and close my eyes
And catch a fews zzz while I can
I have nothing important planned for today
And it's not the weather to try for a tan
I wonder how long before I'm disturbed
By a barking dog or the slam if a door
Maybe if I try and cover my ears
It will drown out the sounds even more
I can feel the heat from the radiator
Penetrate the fur on my bed
I love that my humans have spoilt me
Oh, I'm a cat or hadn't I said
As I open MYSPACE
A logon is what it requests.
I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case
There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest.
OH come on I know that is it, I protest.
OK, maybe I should have added that space.
Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace…
Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly face.
NOW Write it down, so you don’t forget.
Are you kidding me?
I’ve been robbed. It’s empty, BUT WHY!
How in the heck can this be?
I really need to check up on this.
On the phone I GO….I’ll at least TRY!
BUSY….OMG, there’s got to be a better way!
Got to be a quicker way to see who has blown me a kiss.
OK…settle down…I know it was there the other day.
THINK……deeper…deeper…that’s it
DAMN……I forgot to hit transmit.
NOW…Settle down and smile…
Cause I’m writing my style.
Waterfall chandeliers flood me
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;
Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle;
The poise of so polished a yell,
moody flow rings just like a bell;
Top tier can be hard to handle,
I sure as hell am no damsel;
Blink you’ll miss the kaleidoscope,
branding my slope so radical.
my style
the sky is blue
so is time to
mingle
in a lonely
atmosphere
were love is the
reason of life
so my blue pen
never seize to
pure it reality
from the deep
heart of willingness
my style
fire and water
are two deferent
liquid contents
it differs in action
so am different in
my world
I am of a water
yet I burn like a
fire
cos God order me
to spit fire to the world
of evil
so who are mine
to disobey
the order of the
Almighty
I don't wish more
all I wish is to do
the will of God
and that is nothing but
my style
my style
I believe in God
I love to be close
to him
that has earn me
a lot love towards
humanity
cos my love for
people is divine
and I decided
not to live alone
in a world of equality
turn in to levels
by intelligent human
who destroys the
the innocent souls
of the innocent
with out mercy
nor love
so I pledge to God
for nothing but the
redemption of humanity
that is nothing but
my style
my style
remember fire and water
are not same liquid
substance
no wonder the men
of brave mind
spit fire to the wicked
no wonder the fight
in the world of brutality
can never end
cos at one hand the water
strike
with an intention
to quench the fire
yet the some stubborn
fire reiterate and strike
back
so the battles of life
never end for the Goodman
no wonder is easy to be bad
and that is not
my style
There's a promise big and steep
In my heart I'll always keep
Never to make others cry
I will do my best to try
Every day to be kind
Helping leave troubles behind
Even for a little while
A sweet word or happy smile
Can make all the difference to
A stranger or a friend who
Might be in a gloomy place
Leaving them without a trace
Of hope thing will be OK once more
You can be the open door
They walk through leading them
To a happy place again
Troubles come and troubles go
Wouldn't it be great to show
Some kind of compassionate
Non hatred that would fit
Into everybody's day
Making sorrow go away
That is why I say and do
Happy things when talking to
People on line or in person
Never leaving pain or hurtin'
Words that causes harm
Just old fashioned girlish charm
Showing them people still can
Care about their fellow man
Power you can’t bottle and sell,
magick is not something to quell;
Her heels click just like a bombshell,
able to fuel and cast a spell;
Toxic rumors grow and dispel;
Throwing judgement without intel,
they scream furious ‘Burn the witch!’
She flipped a switch so very well;
Wildfire licks at backwards language
ingrained from a very young age;
The four corners consume their rage,
energy goes on a rampage;
Countering with the truth’s message,
it cleans the air with soothing sage;
Seeing through all their false idols,
young disciples control the cage.
The strawberry moon’s in season;
June nights are so sweet a reason
let’s be a bit of a heathen;
A period of deletion
sunlight and stars left uneven;
Due to that dark sky’s depletion
we bathe in a later sunset;
It’s no secret celebration;
Summer sends gentle perfumed air
nothing else can really compare;
Tendrils of flowers in her hair,
into dramatic eyes we stare;
Taunted thunderstorms are so fair,
you can’t control them so beware,
Enjoy fruits brought to the table;
For unstable you should prepare.