I’m so thankful today just to wake up
To step up to the plate and drink from life’s cup
So many things I have just taken for granted
That all of my opinions became rather slanted.
I’m so thankful for all the new friends I have met
I stand at the threshold I am not through the door yet
They make me smile and my heart craves more
I seem much like a bird as I start to soar.
I’m so thankful I just made it to here
There is much uncertainty things that aren’t clear
I see I no longer have to live with my fears
Thousands of smiles replace thousands of tears.
I’m so thankful today yet I wonder what’s in store
Maybe the answers behind door number four
Or perhaps I might have to just wait
While destiny collides with what is my fate.
I’m so thankful for yet another chance
I missed so many things upon the first glance
I think that if I just use my heart to see
I’ll be thankful today for all that may be.
Born of ancient, noble exultation.
A lotus among uncountable weeds.
Speaking the dwindling language
of a dying population.
Her blessings have been polluted
in the churn of Calcutta’s filthy streets.
Scorned for an unwavering quest for love,
where the exchange of rupees blacken hands.
A glorious heart resides within,
unyielding to societies chains.
Bars of confinement to her yearnings
still the demands of life’s passions.
In the silent, cool night she weeps,
for a world lost in loveless slavery.
Her heart victim to the masses.
A restless pillar fighting defiled conformity.
Justice has not found her bedpost.
Societies eyes cry not for the weak.
Deepening insomnia displaces all dreams.
The smothering hands of tradition imprison.
But a new path has opened.
Where love and compassion breed equality,
and caste crumbles upon fertile ground.
Shining a light on a new horizon.
May Krishna grant her the power.
To make the leap to higher ground.
Where unleashed love and passion
blossom in liberty’s eternal sunshine.
Y'all cannot judge me at all.
Its like y'all are waiting until I fall.
The mirror on the wall.
Tells me that my heart is cold and raw.
I still pray to Jesus and ask if I'm a fraud.
My sin are to tall
And heavy that I have to crawl.
When I need to talk i cannot
What happened to my jaw?
When I run into the devil its always like my heart and soul brawl.
Then on Jesus I call.
Why is the world to busy on seein what I saw?
I cannot tell a blind man what I want to draw.
Because if I did it would be against the law.
I haven't sold my life but I put it on pawn.
-Mario Perez
The morbid fear
in my heart
Was restless with
an unfathomable future
haunting my accursed life
Three years of slavery
alone in the dark
Shattered hope,
Shattered aspirations
A broken palace . .
Now that you are here
I fear nothing more than death
I pray for our union
A permanent HEAVEN
My faith returns
When I hear your words
The verse now travells
to my heart through the
Wireless device
I am lost in your arms
I imagine your hands caressing my lips
I am caught in
those love making acts
Sensuous and mesmerising . .
Tranquil and tantalizing
I pray that we meet
I pray
I pray
I pray
I pray
O you naïve heart why do you crave?
For another life and claim you are brave,
Voice your limits in your path of recreation,
And let the greedy colors fade,
Less is the want of your breath my lady,
Less is the shine of your spade.
O you friendly intruder you mustn’t listen to what they say,
For know not they my dreamy dreams,
Are only puddles in the way,
In danger am I and patience erased,
When enters your supervision in my heart to play,
Less was the want of my depth my holy,
Less was the shine of my rage,
Why not then o my heart of hearts, believe?
In the darkness of my shadow,
And own a gem so rare?
Why not then hurry and leave?
In the silence of my boat,
Away from dreams beyond repair.
Tempting and inviting need not be your proposal,
Wish as you may,
I shall bathe in the darkness of your shadow or,
Sail in the silence of your boat,
But doomed I shall be if exchanged,
Your priceless gem for my dreamy dreams at your disposal.
A Hero
by Johnathan Wayne Throckmorton
when i read the paper today.
i couldnt believe what it had to say.
my heart droped to the floor.
because a friend i lost to the war.
now memories are all anyone has left.
its like a knife right through the chest.
i cant imagine how some people may feel.
but i know its a wound that will take time to heel.
my heart goes out to all of you today.
i drop to my knees every night and pray.
i pray that the pain may go away.
and hope in our hearts he will always stay.
for the loss that everyone has baired.
his memories will forever be shared.
once again im sorry to all.
for the loss of a friend and better yet a hero to us all
Sorry world
there is only one girl
that I can send this to
not by letter nor by phone
or what people usually use
but by my heart I send my tidings
and Valantine respects
from my heart I send to heaven
"A Valantine Regret"
No one here to take your place
that I could give this to.
But wraped up in the truest love
I give my heart to you.
(For April)
Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink.
*=~*~=*
Phyllis Babcock is a raining day,
In her Motherhood, no
Hot sun to hinder my play.
Carolyn Devonshire is a rose flower,
Tender Mother and even from afar, her
Lightening Ink draws me closer.
*=~*~=*
Linda Marie, the Sweet heart of P S,
Is the essence of love letters
Her poems are like the good weathers,
Constance La France is indeed a rambling poet,
No wonder,her lines drives me to the point,
Doris Culverhouse won my heart,
She trades literature,
The poet Destroyer kills me
With Ink, a poet by nature.
Dr. Ram Mahta is a poetic chef,
He stirs the soup with delicious thoughts.
*=~*~=*
Heart dedication to all my poetic friends...
For your presence is like fragrance to my breath.
Gari La Buda, an inspiration, Richard Carrie, a melodious pen, Carol Brown, a steady one,
All of you are Lightening Inks.....
I have formed a glass tear in my heart for mama.
She fought a long battle with a disease that is as horrible as one can get.
Mama was the strength of our family raising her girls to be what whatever they wanted to be or
do. Mama started forgetting little things, our names, where was this where is that.
Mama could not understand what was going on and neither did we, as things got worse, we
reached out for help for her as well as ourselves. I formed a glass tear from crying trying to
understand the pain of having to make a decision to place mama in a home where she would get
the best help possible. We were her strength when there was no more strength left, mama
passed away this year but I will always have a glass tear in my heart for her. Buried deep to
shed hope for a cure some day.
You are my daughter
Sent from God the Father
A sweet little bundle that I love
Enshrined with blessings from above
There is no other like you
The Lord would have given me two
You are so unique, so special
As dainty as a rose petal
Beautiful! A special piece from God’s design
So happy, so proud to call you mine
A heart of gold, always giving of yourself
Deeds that would fill a whole bookshelf
My sweet, sweet, adorable daughter
Who grew up, no good influence from a father
Possess a heart painted gold with love
Blessings you’ll receive poured out from above
This is not my work...See below. She is a witty writer!
A Certain Lady by Dorothy Parker
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.
A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
Many people were saddened because he's not around anymore.
Sadly this great man died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-four.
We were all shocked when he died of that heart attack.
Talent wasn't something that this nice person lacked.
He starred in 48 HRS. and Another 48 HRS. too.
He was a great actor and that was certainly true.
He starred on an episode of Tales from the crypt as a lumberjack.
It is very sad to know that he won't be coming back.
(DEDICATED TO BRION JAMES WHO DIED AUGUST 7, 1999.)
My tom cat Ponch can be a gentleman
In many more ways than one
He’s a lean, handsome, riotous
Unassuming and street smart
His word is his bond you can be sure
He speaks his mind on time
He has no patience for pretense
He purrs and purrs until I stir
So cajoling he can be
My tom cat Ponch can be a wild child
With a gift for verse and prose
He lights my furnace and melts my heart
He serenades with poetic words
He’s romantic and full of passion
And though not rich, yet I still will keep
His heart as good as gold
‘Cause he purrs and purrs until I stir
So obliging I want to be
(Monotetra)
He's gone and buried O, how sad
Facts are hidden,there's more to add
News of his death made world mad
This is so sad, this is so sad
There's no King of Pop now
Save he lives in our heart we know
And his music forever will flow
He had to go, he had to go
Nothing can stop in heart the tears
He's at rest and has no more cares
My heart finds solace in prayers
Short were his years, short were his years
He's sleeping at peace while we cry
It is hard for us to say good-bye
Hearing his music makes me sigh!
He just can't die,he just can't die.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September 14,2009
Author's Note: Another dedication poem that I've written inspired by Michael Jackson.
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