porcelain cameo in attic’s far corner
lit by the glow of a sorcerer’s candle
tiny tree growing out of her roots
sharing gorgeous flowers
day-glo lights the magic of fallen
snow over mountains weaving
shadow to-all shades of blue
alpenglow light interleaving
iceflow on slopes shining in
afterglow over a white meadow
aglow for trees covered with white puffs
cameo of a dream in indigo
Yours, the pale-shelled cameo, dear
Moon-skied, Night-worn.
Hung from its pure starred necklace.
Pearls of the high-born!
Of you what's mythic featured
Afar, as dream-lit
Alike within clasping's reach.
Alike to claim it.
Choker
A velvet ribbon,
Adorned with a sweet cameo.
Old, Antique,
Valued for it's ancient beauty.
A special gem to pass down.
Priceless
SON OF MAN
On a tree he was to die
It is finished ..was his cry
A man of truth,none can deny
he gave his life..for you & I
A man mourned then,by just a few
In just three days was born anew
Leaving behind an empty grave
His purpose then.. as now to save.
Full story @John19:20-30 & Mt 28
The Cameo Necklace
Slight, delicate thing you are.
Strangely simple, strangely plain.
I hold you, and I Reminisce;
About the laughter and the pain.
Picture of an Ivory lady;
A bit of gold surrounds the glass.
Cold, cold glass surrounds the Ivory.
And the years pass oh so fast.
Slight, tiny thing it is;
A little larger than a tear.
Time fades away as I remember.
And I know he is not here.
Lovely little Golden barbal.
I hold it now with no regret.
Memories step quietly forward.
The song has ended, story set.
Shiny little golden necklace.
Makes me think of choices made.
Pretty little Ivory lady.
I face my future unafraid.
I was sibling told, that Daddy was born
in the backseat of a moving car
Mama said loving him
was like taking a rocket ship trip to the stars
She said, with pioneer grit, we were
a Robinson Crusoe family stranded on Mars
Mama’s oldest sister said, that stubby-face hubby of hers
was a ramblin’ man who enjoyed to wander afar
Daddy’s youngest brother sighed with soft piano ebony eyes,
and D minor intoned how “Dill” was the sweetest pickle in the jar
Whether what they all said was partially true or partially not,
I carry with me no burdensome emotional scars
My fondest memories of Daddy is him showing up unexpectedly ...
bearing gifts in his charming arms, strong as iron bars
I love that my Daddy played a cameo role in my life —
Joyously hearing his voice smile like the brightest aurora
I treasured those lively times together, more than
the empty stretches of dead space where others’ regrets are
cameo
appearance
from the
past self
appears
on stage
watching the
present scene
of the spin-off's
pilot episode
play out
~All That I Want ~
( English Cameo )
You're my
Darling sweetheart
Just thinking of you all the time
You're my all
And all I want always it's you
Don't ever doubt I love you
My love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
May.19.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " English Cameo" is a poetry form or style that was invented by a member of Poets Roundtable of Arkansas (PRA).
Her hair bun higher in the air.
A Venus head askew.
A cameo for a head bust;
she holds a solemn view.
Her amber ears glowed softly.
Both pierced by pewter studs.
Defiled for your attention.
Your heart gone dry of floods.
Her teeth shone on as jutters.
Their light a warmer ice.
Her hesitance all relieving.
Forgiveness at a price.
This girl already a woman.
One's heart can't see to lie.
A beauty for the holding.
A cutout from the sky.
~Christmas Time Again~
(Cameo)
Christmas
Time is here again
Season of sharing, love, and joy
Wish for peace
Time to be glad Savior was born
Think of others that have less
And give.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
December.24.2015
~Christmas Time Again~
(Cameo)
Christmas
Time is here again
Season of sharing love and joy
Wish for peace
Time to be glad Savior was born
Think of others that have less
And give
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
December, 24,2014
Visiting Aunt Juanita,
in Pocahontas nursing home,
we met her roommate,
Jennie Butler.
Jenny loved to tell jokes,
and laughed often.
She sang gospel songs,
her voice filling the air
with sweetness,
as her face reflected joy.
No one would guess
she lay, day after day,
a prisoner to stiffness and pain.
Her hands and feet
were gnarled, swollen,
and burning with sting.
Today, Jennie is free.
In heavenly array,
and joyous abandon
she's singing still,
in celestial tone,
our welcome home.
CAMEO
Choker,
A velvet ribbon,
Adorned with a sweet cameo.
Old, Antique,
Valued for it's ancient beauty.
A special gem to pass down.
Priceless.
Judy Ball
Real cameos are very special.
They add a lot of Old World charm to most any outfit and can be worn as a choker or
a broach.
( This form of poetry is called "Cameo" and I used the Cameo gem as the subject.)
(Cameo is a seven line unrhymed syllabic verse form. The count is: 2,5,8,3,8,7,2)
It isn't listed in the form list so I thought I should list it here.
WEDDING CAMEO
I chose,
A blue cameo,
Romantic, antique adornment,
So special,
Charming, simple, elegant touch,
To complete my wedding gown,
array.
Judy Ball
(CAMEO - A seven line unrhymed syllabic verse form.)
(the syllable count per line is: 2, 5, 8, 3, 8, 7, 2 )
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