Best Suit Poems
There's a mighty dear fellow named Jack
wore no shirt to show off his six pack
on top girls would pile
they dug his smooth style
til this mortal threw out his old back
Categories:
suit, birthday, celebration, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Terrified in a corner
She screams
Hearing the rockets
Exploding
Shattering her heart
Once more...
They shake
Their heads not accepting
Is happening again
Forced to move out
They leave their homes
With no place to go
The horrors of war
Are just to many
To count
No food, no water
No help
Just missiles
Destruction and death
Piles stacked up
Of smoking debris
Mangled bodies
Carried out
Breathing no more
Innocence
In their eyes
Long gone
Just horror
And pain for those
Children to witness
A treated of Peace
That can't never work
For a long time
Permanent Peace
Only till Jesus
Returns!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
10.12.2014
Categories:
suit, conflict, death, war,
Form:
Narrative
I have ruined
your brand new
Two thousand pound
Dolce Gabbana suit
I am aware of
how cruel it was,
Forgive me, but
when I saw the grin
on your face
the glass of red wine
gained a will of its own
and slipped out of my hands
Categories:
suit, anger, funny,
Form:
Free verse
You can return to earth for two days they said,
but not in that worn out body.
I knew that; and I was glad; it was almost blind,
and had a touch of dementia any way.
You have to go incognito, they told me.
They were stern, and stuck up angels,
Not the kind I was expecting to meet my
first hour in heaven. Assertive even.
Here were my body choices: fourteen year old boy,
red hair, freckles, square chin.
Eighty-nine year old body, old lady, wrinkled,
spotted hands, sweet smile, looked serene.
Or two-year-old female, blonde hair, plump and perfect.
I could not see their eyes, for the eyes do not appear
until you enter the body suit.
Two-year-olds can be dancy-prancy. But that would mean
I would have to have gatekeepers in the form of parents,
probably, and I wanted two days of freedom not naps.
Being eighty- nine did not appeal to me at all.
I have never enjoyed arthritis in my feet or a humpback.
“Fourteen year old boy,” I told them. They nodded,
being smug angels, and my self-chosen-spirit-guides for many lifetimes.
All of my relatives stared at the giggling freckled
red-haired teenage boy at my funeral.
They speculated that he had escaped from the
boys’ group home on the corner.
Every time one of them got up and said something
nice about me, the boy burst out laughing.
They did not escort him out, because weirdly enough,
he had my witch-laugh, and it comforted them.
Categories:
suit, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
With the dawning of every new day
Comes the chance for my mood to change
It's really no secret how this I do
As I don the apparel of my Ice Cream Suit
On the few days that I'm feeling bland
I take the Vanilla Bean right off of the stand
And the Mint Chocolate Chip I yank off the hanger
To cool down a bit as I battle with anger
If you're looking for a hint of the truth
I know about me but not sure about you
There's no telling what I might do
Without the favorable array of My Ice Cream Suit
There's the chocolate for my darkened moods
With the fudge lapels that helps me brood
And the Neapolitan of brown, pink, and white
In my daily struggles to make up my mind
There's even a suit in Pistachio
When I'm in the mood to let it all go
If you're ever wondering at the mood I am in
Just check out the suit that day I'm wearing...
Categories:
suit, fun, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories, dust and ashes
- the power of eternity's love and desire
Nothing has changed for thousands of years
"Love is better than wine"
A bottle of wine contains a lot of philosophy
- free from erotic desire
Let the roots grow in a cedar tree
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
With a humble mind
in purity, truth and love
Divine grace -
the power that illuminates the soul
A state of peace that almost is
beyond human understanding
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
Daughter of Jerusalem,
a beauty of the divine
His heart - like soft chimes
Wrap his beautiful virgin in silk and myrrh
One beautiful passionate love story
A man and a woman become one
Everything is placed in the hands of God
09/13/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Write a Psalm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
My own Psalm : Free verse
7th place in the contest
Categories:
suit, bible, history, love, wedding,
Form:
Free verse
~Believe In Yourself~
(Butterfly Suit)
Set new goals for you
Believe dreams too
Best to come
Have faith
And hope
Be strong
Don't give up
Live confident
Thru life love laugh dance.
Life is just too short
Sometime distort
But live it
With grace
And faith
Review
Keep balance
Do best you can
Listen God with heart.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
May.08.2015
Footnotes:
The " Butterfly poem" is a style created by Michael Degenhardt.
Categories:
suit, blessing, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Birthday comes once in a year
It comes every year of your life
A reminder of the day you came to be
A day you truly know nothing about
But a day you are truly celebrated.
My birthday comes on the seventeenth
I was seventeen on the seventeenth
The day was unique because of the numbers
Got a unique birthday gift from my Dad
My birthday gift a special birthday suit.
On my special suit on my special day
I looked pleasant and radiant
My friends all complimenting my suit
As the birthday boy I reveled in encomiums
I exude the aura of a royal prince.
My friends in their exuberance popped drinks
I was bathed in drinks of different tastes
My birthday suit did come to ruins
My birthday suit just for my birthday
Truly a special gift for a special birthday.
Categories:
suit, funny, life, nature, day,
Form:
Free verse
on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and necktie
hammered nails in my head instead
powerful radio transmitter nails
don't get too close I'll bend your spoon
gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep
and a round for my ill-bandaged crew
we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia
don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank
with another specious spectacle
not necessarily Beauty's anointed
but a piston riding party girl nonetheless
I let you touch happy place
and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus
which first off requires a family unit
for the inherent predispositions of childbirth
they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks
so me and my echo are here a little late
and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches
this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage
from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia
a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye
an ancient art form somewhat updated
coordinating the cascades of impulses
yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow
this epic deals with a touchy subject
intercession of the gods
grab your hat mister
we're going for a little joy ride
where anything including countries
can be bought sold and stolen
by the mutilators of comparison
hardwired and proud of it the fools
built for Survival the TV show
but times change and
survival meant finding parking
where one can escalate from emaciation
to farting obesity overnight
unrecognized even when brightly illuminated
we know only one thing for certain
that the Universe is knowable
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
suit, how i feel, universe,
Form:
Free verse
There's more to life
than living life
awaiting death.
Walking in concrete jungles.
Suit and tie.
Smiles of capitalism.
A briefcase full of time.
Carried with you since
you wont ever get it back.
The sun a forgotten child.
However
no child can be forgotten
unless you
didn't care about them in the first place.
Categories:
suit, freedom, inspiration, perspective, political,
Form:
Free verse
My birthday suit is with me each day
I take it with me where ever I go
Some times it’s covered, but not when I play
Some times it’s bare, but not on public show.
My birthday suit needs a lift things hang low
But exercise helped in this month of May
I think I should show it, what do you say?
But perhaps not, it has now lost its shine
For an iron free suit is what I did pray
But my prayers were not answered, well not this time
Categories:
suit, funny, imagination, birthday, me,
Form:
Dizain
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
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Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
By:kash poet
Categories:
suit, funny, birthday, , cute,
Form:
Dizain
When the clouds are thick and the sky is gray
Conceded by pain, from the eye it will flow tears
Should have known, but could not find the reality
A journey through her soul, you taught her to stand in the storm
Consciousness ripples along the back ... quiet and invisible
The sea is calm, as death black silk ribbon
31.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
suit, dark, deep, emotions,
Form:
Couplet
Measured.
Cut.
Sown.
Worn.
Crumpled.
Forgotten.
Yet once loved.
Categories:
suit, analogy, appreciation, clothes, fashion,
Form:
Excuse the nudity some deplore
disclosed in words as they explore
so much more than clothes removed
the breadth of skin then exposed
just a glimpse when compared
to the flow of note’s discharge
dropped on the page in a stream
with souls undressed as result
secrets told without regard
in the buff by outcome
the inner self instead of flesh
disrobing more with every tell
in the end the truth is told
nakedness beyond the fold
don’t look away lest one miss
a birthday suit by writ’s admit.
Categories:
suit, poetry,
Form:
Free verse