Best Restated Poems
His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
(Sonnetina Rispetto)
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight
Now each day I just think of you
Non-stop my heart for you will cry
No matter what I do and try
Even when your love makes me blue
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight.
Without you now empty's my heart
It's all broken, just torn apart
Now each day I just think of you
Even when your love makes me blue
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
August,07,2014
Author's notes:
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Specifications restated:
Stanzaic: Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octave.
Isosyllabic: Eight syllable per line
Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice.
Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
(Sonnetina Rispetto)
Day by day with God make my way
And to him I can always pray
Doesn't matter wherever I go
Life can be very hard at times
But with God I can hear sweet chimes
With his love my heart always glow
Day by day with God make my way
And to him I can always pray.
Here on earth till see promised land
Life rests in the palm of his hand
Doesn't matter wherever I go
With his love my heart always glow
Day by day with God make my way
And to him I can always pray.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
09.17.2014
Authors notes :
Sonnetina Rispetto
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Specifications restated:
Stanzaic: Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octaveI
Isosyllabic: Eight syllable per line
Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice.
Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
Everywhere I turn its like watching robots walk down the street.
staring,watching scene by scene as they all walk in sinc constantly.
Like they're connected by a string,
and all their brains are being triggered by only one thing.
Being apart of the crowd.
Not wanting to stand out but simply, fitting in and keeping the voices down.
And I always think how?
How could you not see that you just blew every glorious thing you were meant to be away?
And now look what you are.
A copy? A follower? A creation already created? Like a statement, constantly restated? ----
----- Because although you were born to see, you are more blind than a person born with no visibility.
And maybe it started from fear or depression and now is followed by some strange obsession to be someone you're not-----
----Well if it is fear let me just say,
You should never let anyone else's words get in the way of who you were born to be
Because they don't define you,
You do-----
----Now my goal, isn't to change who you are, but more particularly the way you act and think because it's slowly taking over your body like its decaying from no originality. ---------
---- We were all made individuals, individualized.
and there's more to that than meets the eye.
if you could look in the mirror and see,
You were made original and beautiful no different than a,
race horse, flower or buzzing bee only that you are a human being.
made on earth for a reason
and once you see that your not the person standing next to you but the one staring back at you, you will see what i mean.
Really look and you will see that person,
the one you were created to be,
Originally
Equality..Here and Now
The word
implies that there are two
and these two are equal..
Such an assertion
results in a counter
that seems obvious:
two are never equal..
From this common
experience
we learn to question:
Is this simply perception..?
Experience of
Here..Now
alters perception
with joy we find:
Real Equality is
never not One...!
(Our Declaration of Independence
includes the word: Equality
which Lincoln restated at
Gettysburg..
The Civil War was fought
over the notion
that the first perception
was the only one..
The Declaration was
written assuming
the second perseption...!)
If God is something that you think,
It is only a process that you drink;
Wittgenstein's answer of yes and no,
Does only referential justification show.
Societal concepts are never jokes,
But at other people make pokes;
They're straight with direct meaning,
So have an implied, absolute feeling.
David Lehman said Wittgenstein,
Was quoted by dons as sane,
And I just think he restated that,
Language is within society, fact.
God is not physical in any way,
'Cos ontology can't have it's say;
It can't describe the dais God,
Using predicate logic most odd.
But all things are describable,
And sets with no God table,
So we can easily conclude,
That he is just us being rude.
Reference: Wittgensteins Ladder by David Lehman
(Sonnetina Rispetto)
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight
Now each day I just think of you
Non-stop my heart for you will cry
No matter what I do and try
Even when your love makes me blue
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight.
Without you now empty's my heart
It's all broken, just torn apart
Now each day I just think of you
Even when your love makes me blue
In my mind you're here day and night
For some time you brought in sunlight.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
09.17.2014
Author's notes:
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Specifications restated:
Stanzaic: Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octave.
Isosyllabic: Eight syllable per line
Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice.
Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
Jealously is commonly tied
To a monster that’s green-eyed.
How are they related?
Can the words be restated?
Jealously more accurately defined,
As a person with insecure mind.
I saw a teenager on the 42 bus,
An older teenager, tall and thin,
He boarded a few stops after me,
And i thought i knew his journey in.
He looked like a CS student,
As i had been in my older teens,
Or at least an engineer, long hair,
For programming he had beans.
The bus ended up at King’s Buildings,
And passed the university’s central block,
So i guessed he was going into the lab,
The computer lab where he would dock.
That journey time in the long evening,
Was so peaceful and dynamic most times,
That I could reflect to rhyme, consider,
The meaning of life, freedom and signs.
He took his jacket off some way in,
As i sometimes would in my wheelchair,
When i peddled along to the Boyd Orr,
Against the flow of students with day air.
Going into the lab at night regularly,
Made you different in culture and society,
But on your initial journeys you realised,
That you have equal worth and propriety.
Honoring commitments
Is healing though you're sick
For soul has many aspects
And Love is not a trick.
The contracts that you honor
Give you more faith in man
And that which helps your brother
Enriches your lifespan.
With facets like a diamond,
Restated Golden Rule,
Shines light in many corners,
Not covenant of fool.
Still Kantian confusion
Can lead a man astray
And boundaries too complex
Can hamper human play.
Remember you’re forgiven
The Father loves His child,
Man’s deepest expectations,
Reveal a soul that’s wild.
It’s knowing you’re a sinner
That shows the path that’s true
And longing for the Father
That tells us what to do.
Brian Johnston
January 23, 2016
Data now arrayed in teaming endless motion
Entices all who seek it ever more
To drops of information like an ocean
Or grains of sand along an endless shore
The knowledge that was little known til now
Is there for all to see with ease restated
To bring us wisdom? There’s the rub, I trow
For knowledge is not wise unvaluated
When scholars could read all books of all seasons
Some estimated truth: effect and cause
By piercing observation and with reason
Wise men uncovered universal laws
From the jetsam of all facts in that great main
Discerned the pearls that in plain sight had lain
4 November 2021
Let's explore digital technology' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow
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CharlaXFabels
Copy and Past
Like a Euro dollar or even Canadian Money there must be a way to save lost
sentences the web pages erased with restarts and hastes to find them again in
the World Wide Web so many people are learning to master the art of the
internet. Eye like to copy and past most anyold things pictures of dandelions
seeds and poems. Reminisces of grace. Restated problems. Restarted
boredom. Sometimes the mouse clicks and then doubles the problems begin
when the green SQUARES start crawling the lag monster eating the web page is
seen as a physical thing. The length of a title box grabs my attention this is the
message not hidden in my fabel when the number of characters was limited eye
used to copy and past the whole fabel then past it in the title box and there was
the title. The woman was Filicia she was making her last name too long with
circles and arrows and clicks sounding like beetles it looked something like this
Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow so she called all her markers inn she
went to the Yahoo offices and stayed in California until they lengthened all the
TITLE boxes on the internet so she could copy and past her namme inn them.
Now when the fabulist CharlaX copies his fables and past them in the title boxes
the whole dang fabel is pasted in the boxes and HE losses a lot of time in
erasing the crinkle paper then going back in the boxes and adding the title to
fabel again what a chore no small thing to do depending on the length of the
fabel so true some are short some are long but they all have to do to make
children to smile and old women to weep to make young men to sleep and old
men to smile. GOD bless ewe Filicia Jamearrowsonmormonbreadlongfellow.
There is an ongoing battle that
Remains in humanities heart.
Where truth is often hidden,
And obscured from the start.
The written and spoken word,
Become lost clouds to memory.
As storms move about
With their heavy artillery.
This conflict involves everyone,
Both today and in the past.
Since mankind produces soldiers,
Without rank or caste.
Ultimately, the battlefield
Looks to reality and truth.
That passes on to a future,
And then to our youth.
At times, it might resemble,
A siege to be endured.
Where the fortress keep is opened,
Leaving nothing obscured.
Here, the contest is restated,
With a victory to reflect.
Upon the historic ledger,
Creating new ways to perfect.
Hope is sought to further question,
The false faith offered before.
As roots of new thought begin and emerge,
With fresh dialogue no one can ignore.
happy birthday to you
I'll never do that again
what will I deduce about being here
there is enough.
no there isn't
yes there is
let me cite as an example
ants crawled across the ceiling
spelling out for a good time call 911
reaching for some of her mouth
his flame-shaped heart over and over
if you were the ocean
I'd be your man overboard
being here
is an inescapable fact of modern existence
and can lead one to certain conclusions
facial-mental alliance
the smile of a dog
with feathers stuck to his lips
pulling off the graceful caper
an eye full for an eye full
try to make it better it gets worse
try to make it worse it gets worse
hit the gas hit the brakes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
skid 'till it's over
smoke them tires
what's that smell
Dr. Leerious leans into my visual field
what is it you feel Mr. Field
I can't seem to move any any anything doc
hahahaha goes Leerious
see how ironic it all is
must have been in his oath
and then they show you
the inadequate prize
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr
Secluded but not always successful
Expressed but not always explained
Concealed but not always confidential
Restated but not always respected
Erased or sometimes embraced
Truthful but sometimes causes trouble