I'm gonna have some dees and I'm not talking bout mickey-dees but some d-E's..divine enablements and when them needs come out to breathe..I'm ready wit some d-E's.
in fact this year with current unsettling events that keep happening consistently,i pray for ah pocket full of divine enablements that let's me not get overwhelmed with them..negative events that is. you can keep gobbling up mickey dees if you wont to!
~Celebrate Life~
(Dee's Five-Seven-Ten)
Let's celebrate life
Push back all the strife
Watch the clock ticking by fast
Don't throw life away
Cast your cares today
Give them to God, His joy last
Thank the Lord right now
Time won't wait that's how
Thank Him for all that you have
Enjoy life, love, hope
With God you can cope
Thru His Son all He can save
Goodness in Him find
Open your heart, mind
There's still love, listen to heart
See light, don't be blind
Show you love, care, mind
Don't let folks rip heart apart
Celebrate life open your heart wide
Regain lost dreams, climb mountain
Reach out to God and touch each soul you can
Pray God for men's sins, all stain.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
April.09.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Dee's Five, Seven, Ten" is a poetry style created by Dee Dawn.
Im sending you these roses from dees ah hip hop flower shop in Beverly hills. I thought I would write you a letter cause you are so special and it occurred to me you are in a hip hop shop, ask the lady hip hop is very creative and she handed me this and I read-you are now in Beverly hills where the flavor of hip hop is alive and real and if you shop til' you drop you're in to hip hop and I love to put a lil' skip in my hip hop to the mailbox to see if I got another letter from you. smell the roses my dearest these roses are from dees they grow the faddist,baddist roses in the west and I must say I am impressed with your apparent decision to truly love me a resulting increase in my self esteem and I gleam daily with admiration and thoughts of you. when I get back let's go shop til' we drop and I will be bop and you hip hop to the beat, sounds so neat you think it was something to eat, what do you think baby beau, remember mah love is true and this is the cover letter of the covenant in which my heart is operating with life support on a love train for ever wit you.
She pretends to care
Written emotion lies to all
The core of her is rancid
Her center made of fantasy
She tries to impress all
With saccharin sickly prose
The woman turns a blind eye
Her true intentions revealed