Best Rondine Poems
~Her Kindness~
(A Rondine)
Her kindness just touched all people on Earth
Her beguile smile could light up a whole room
She loved everyone we all did assume
Much loved from the first moment of her birth
More than we knew then she was by all worth
Were all much mistaken with her wedded groom
Her kindness just touched
Much loved from the first moment of her birth
Her life was cut so short, most tragic doom
My eyes fill with tears when I see her tomb
Remember always her beauty and mirth
Her kindness just touched.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.27.2015
Raised up gooseflesh dipped in metal,
a shiver runs right down my spine;
Every emotion they enshrine,
somehow the scream helps me settle;
Please hit that double bass pedal,
I’ll throw you a devil horn sign;
Raised up gooseflesh;
They view me as the jezebel,
a black fishnet flavored outline;
With a head bang everything’s fine,
healing factor with no equal;
Raised up gooseflesh.
I kissed the Sun dressed up like a sno cone,
an array of Summer's tasty flavor;
Hanging out holding a party favor
melted candy coated nectar get's thrown,
ice cold confetti kisses my jawbone;
There's no time to apply for a waiver;
I kissed the Sun;
In my left pocket I held a moonstone
to arrest this sugar high forever;
So hot I could only indulge ardor;
Multiplying just being in the zone,
I kissed the Sun.
You hum a song,
it ignites all of my hormones;
A melody within my bones
on a beach dressed in a sarong;
An island vibe no right or wrong,
enraptured I am filled with moans;
You hum a song
playing with you I strum along;
Pure passion no trace on our phones;
Finished off with coffee and scones,
lost in what I pray to prolong;
You hum a song.
Could have seduced you in plain sight,
but I don’t like to kiss and tell;
Stay down-low if it’s substantial;
There’s a cloak around every night,
we can cozy up it’s alright;
Magnetic’s not intentional,
could have seduced;
If you stick around I just might
do something nonconventional;
Admit it I’m sensational,
if your behavior wasn’t trite?
Could have seduced..
Finally setting sail on this August noon,
not hearing the ocean's sounds that excite,
or seeing the flight of a paper kite
which comes down deflating as a balloon...
it crashes on sand perhaps too soon;
how sad is the face of that boy without pride!
Finally setting sail.
Ardent desire and inborn courage defy swift time,
challenging mighty waves that are still bright;
what lies beyond is another probable plight...
to discover that island with rocks coated with rime!
Finally setting sail.
Written on July, 26, 2012
Rebel woman I know you are burnt out,
don’t ever think that we cannot see you.
There is nothing that is further from true.
Listen, feel the echo inside your shout?
Set it off let that rage cause a blackout,
you’ll find others that share every value.
Rebel woman
exhaustion rapidly fuels you with doubt.
With bravery belong to something new
paint the sky a sumptuous shade of blue.
You inspire and that’s what it’s all about,
rebel woman.
Flowers and dreams and all things green,
but what is real out in Vegas?
Snake eyes wedding chapel status
from the look of it what I’ve seen;
Fool’s gold ring you feel like a queen,
such a bond with anonymous;
Flowers and dreams,
purity beneath the unclean;
Fueling love so impetuous,
this place feels exactly like us;
Blinded by the lights so pristine,
flowers and dreams.
Whirling fairies on your fingertips glide,
cajoling imagination awake;
The touch of a flower right at daybreak
electric, there’s no place magic can hide;
Everything’s vivid your mind feels tie dyed;
Lit by a current green eyes turn opaque;
Whirling fairies;
If you believe? You’ll never be confined;
Nature’s surroundings you quickly uptake;
They tend to reside outside by the lake,
your initial vision magnified;
Whirling fairies.
Untamed we roam throughout the night
painting that sky just like Van Gogh;
Carving with scratch, hustle, and flow
the boldest black we aren’t polite;
A moonlit chorus we recite
entrance announced with a bellow
untamed we roam;
Our tenacity shines so bright
encompassing a nighttime glow;
We set off the stars heel to toe
just begging to get in a fight;
Untamed we roam.
Scorched eyes on you,
burned by the sound of your promise;
Never again in your abyss;
You speak and it is right on cue
but what I see is what you do;
It’s a whole lot of hit or miss;
Scorched eyes on you;
Case and the truth you will accrue,
there is nothing you can dismiss;
Stay quiet but I’d be remiss
to ignore each and every clue;
Scorched eyes on you.
A Rousing Rondine
It is my wish to now complete
Some Rousing Rondine Poetry.
Twelve lines must form this brilliant style
Syllables, eight or ten compile.
True Rhymes and a Refrain decree,
First stanza, seven lines must be
It is my wish to now complete.
Five lines the second stanza see
So let me ponder for a while.
To find some words that must beguile
I think I’ve finished this from me,
It is my wish to now complete.
The fools rush in without a single care;
Trusting with their body or with their heart
not visualizing their doom from the start;
Spread wide open and so willing to share
caught in a web of suddenly secure;
Blissfully nonchalant they feel so smart;
The fools rush in,
slapped silly they aren’t able to prepare;
A gentleman surely needs a sweetheart
‘I’ll be his rock we’ll never be apart.’
Seduction of delusions of grandeur,
the fools rush in.
Strawberry soaked wishes, whipped cream;
Lovestruck faces share a sweet bite,
those sticky fingers taste just right;
Under the soft moonlight they beam,
caught inside love's fanciful scheme;
Puckered lips shining in the night,
strawberry soaked;
Wistful desire rushes bloodstreams
bleeding through saucer eyes so bright;
In the wildness of this campsite
sugary romance dips the scene;
Strawberry soaked.
Taken to task by a hot tripwire trap
hitting the ground I fell flat on my face;
My legs were totally frozen in place;
Landmines sat all connected to gift wrap,
charisma always leads to a mishap;
Explosions beneath that feather surface,
taken to task;
I fell down but then I aquired the map,
believe me I too left more than a trace;
I left my mark on this volatile space;
Remember a cornered cat too can slap;
Taken to task.