“Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure.
I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.”
—Donna Lynn Hope
Homesickness
Harried bumps in the road
Oafish swish-swash on tracks
Merrily the swipe of Bavaria
Eagerness to wolf down baked goods
Stranger dangers seem far away
Illicit pranks of broken down water closets
Chiming of bells, bells, bells
Killing time by rubbing off soap from hands
Numb-founded at pratfall
Eager to move from place to place
Soon…soon…be still and let God move
Seas separate kin like whites and yolks
At peace in our heart, thoughts rested,
our attention introverted,
cradled by God, in bliss nested,
the hum of magnetism spurted.
Poised in the void in stillness staid,
beholding the play underway,
ego cravings begin to fade,
as love becomes our life’s mainstay.
With no agenda on our shelf,
this dream continues to unfold,
witnessed by living light of Self,
entwined with God’s pure heart of gold.
An Author To Their Work
By Antuan Simmons
The author to their work.
Is like a man or woman to their family.
The pen and pencil is the son they guide to do right.
Guiding to write that first draft.
The keys to the computer is that spouse.
You spend quality time with.
Every punch to the fingers to computer keys.
Is a punch to create that storyline.
The late-night meals and sleepless nights
Is like caring for a daughter.
You miss sleep and but eat in the morning hours.
To fill in the beginning, in between, and end of your book.
Those words on paper is like giving birth.
Because you are putting a creation of literature together.
That comes from the bones, skin, heart, thoughts, and thinking of your mind.
Every formulated image in the story comes from the spirit within you.
The book is your family.
Because sometimes you spend more time creating a literary masterpiece story.
Then you do with your own actual family.
You eat, travel, drive, text, and talk with copies of your beloved book.
Feeling from heart, thoughts rested, our awareness
rejuvenates pulse of soul, ever present
in the background, yet cognised in staid stillness …
for those who listen.
Cultivating gentleness, firm our focus,
rapture rises, brought forth by kundalini,
Divine Mother’s caress of sublime delight …
for souls who are pure.
Your pupils are like the sun
When peeping at prime of the day-
Liveliness it strikes in turn,
As her gaze touches the summer's day.
Your smiles are like honey,
But not like honey:
Sweetening a battered heart.
Yet, it's your cheapest art.
Your voice is the communion
Of the waves and the sea,
Apt communication,
Driving attention in crazed velocity.
Your steps are like the gazelle's,
A point in time: another the next.
Comportment of aligned structures:
The most contentious infrastructure.
Extended intellectualism in sensitive fares,
Amandla the burning heart, thoughts trailing tears.
24/08/19
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My heart is open my mind is free
I think I have a date with my destiny
Where is he? ..... My mystery man
Conversations are mostly mentally
I am out searching for that mystery man
Because he has my heart in LaLa Land
There is a really deep connection
Mounds of chemistry
Strange Kinetic energies
Outer body experiences
Searching in the dark
Trails of so much happiness
Sparks
A flame burning inside my heart
How did this happen
I don't know where to start
Floating high on a cloud
Just thinking aloud
He has crowded my heart thoughts
Just sitting here wondering.
Will I ever meet my mystery man
Heartfelt are my thanks for all the blessings
ever flowing in, out and through my life.
I feel fortunate for each go-round with strife
that arrived to design my soul’s truth dressings.
My humbled breath streams awe when I feel His touch
upon my grateful soul, heart, thoughts and actions.
With love, He guides my steps to divine traction
and lifts fear-based, stinking thinking from my clutch.
I am delighted when harmony fills my home
where family memories grow, glow and unfold.
My simple life prospers me more than bars of gold.
My soul greets days with heart-praise wherever I roam.
I sit at the table looking out the kitchen window
drinking the autumn warm golden shades
of red, brown, and orange leaves descending and walking through my yard.
My mind swims with thoughts of seventy autumns,
yearning to purge into words that storm within me.
This old encrusted frame kidnapped the child I once was,
in tears this heart thoughts flow reflecting on the past.
Unconsciously holding my breath,
my wizened hands shake slightly while I write.
Like the ocean at the mercy of the wind
sweeping away by the demands of everyday life,
I write pages and pages of weeping words.
Waves rush in and around, losing myself
in a wakeful dream as I hear the distant chants.
Love and be loved
a rhythm of my soul too still the storm within me.
With hope of once more, to be young in the embrace of my love,
for now I open the door of my heart and let him continue his journey.
10/5/2017
~Autumnal Salutations~
(Haiku/ Senryu Suite)
This morning is great
The airs refreshing and cool
Autumn's almost here
Feeling of newness
There's some lightness around now
And the birds still roam
New days just starting
There's so much to do today
So many new plans
Thank God for today
Think of friends and family
For them send prayers
Wish them all the best
Everyone's in my heart thoughts
God bless them and you
Prayers go to God
I am so thankful for each day
That He's given me
Day belongs to Him
Created all that is good
My God is awesome
Greatest painter
Masterful brushworks He paints
Everyday all time
Summer soon to go
Hot days no more and pretty
Fall will settle down
Many things to plan
Some great holidays will come soon
And we'll celebrate.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September.16.2015
~Autumnal Salutations~
(Haiku/ Senryu Suite)
This morning is great
The airs refreshing and cool
Autumn's almost here
Feeling of newness
There's some lightness around now
And the birds still roam
New days just starting
There's so much to do today
So many new plans
Thank God for today
Think of friends and family
For them send prayers
Wish them all the best
Everyone's in my heart thoughts
God bless them and you
Prayers go to God
I am so thankful for each day
That He's given me
Day belongs to Him
Created all that is good
My God is awesome
Greatest painter
Masterful brushworks He paints
Everyday all time
Summer soon to go
Hot days no more and pretty
Fall will settle down
Many things to plan
Some great holidays will come soon
And I'll celebrate.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.23.2015
Sonnets After
Midnight #1 (Far
Destined Winds)
Far destined winds, port a love song for me.
Send silent heart-thoughts of hope in the air,
To her left standing far across the sea--
Gazing from a tower to see me from there.
Oh wind have a breeze her soft brow caresse;
Send flowing waves to whisper in her ear
My unheard music of love's tenderness
I would sing to her if I cold be near.
Winds for me stroke with gossamer fingertips
Her ebony long tresses whose soft touch I miss.
And for me touch her purest trembling lips
Never once profaned by my unworthy kiss.
Messenger unseen, to her in her land,
Go where I may not stretch forth my own hand.
originally written to a paramour in Strasbourg, France, probably in 1982
When the light has come and gone
With the beating of your heart
and you're scared
Scared of the dark
With the storm long gone
Don't be scared
I'll be there
By your side
In the dark
I won't leave you there alone
I'll be there
By your side
When the warmth begins to fade
and you're cold and frail
Frightened of whats to come
When your time has finally come
When Life has been lived
With all the joys that have been
Made in the midst of suffering
Heart Thoughts Soul
When it's time to let go
Made to rest with a prick
Good Bye for now and see you soon for later
Don't be scared
I'll be there
By your side
In the dark
I won't leave you there alone
I'll be there
Soon by your side
How can I put into words how much you mean to me
You encompass everything that a woman should be
From the top of your head, down to the soles
of your feet;
You are perfectly made, you are a woman complete
Everything about you is for real and genuine
A feeling of pride fills me to say that you
are mine;
Your flawless beauty my eyes hunger to behold
It's more precious than silver, it's worth more
than gold
Your love fills my heart, thoughts of you occupy
my mind;
Nowhere on earth another like you I will
ever find
Humble and modest as you maybe
You are still of the highest quality
You are my queen, deserving to be
treated like royalty
I am amazed by your gentle style
and charming grace
That lovely smile is never absent from
your pretty face
My admiration goes beyond what I can see
Yes...you are everything that a woman should be
The lady with those eyes of green
Just to look at her one would know
That she was not really mean
Somehow when those eyes pierced
The distance between two
One knew, just knew
She had looked into your soul
Decerning your heart thoughts untold
Able to divide the soul and spirit
When she spoke her words were gold
One would not even know that they had been told
Until several days later searing flame would grow
Clouded by thoughts of doubt
Wondering what things are about.
Sifting through the layers of mental sand
Looking to Understand.
Bringing things to a head
Feeling Feelings of dread
Not sure what I am wanting
But wanting something
Having real answers to bring peace of mind
Finding out that really I have been so blind
The battle is not over, feeling the waters receding back
Knowing that we have took a step forward, now knowing all the facts
My heart is full of pain, to many things, to many times
The dread of starting all over again.
I just wanted to love him, I just want him to care
Nothing else, just acceptance, but it is seem it cannot be there.
I need to stop this roller coaster ride
I need to have some real peace inside
So I walked away, I made the break
It was hard to do, but it was for my sake
Time will tell if I did the right thing
The pain of this love sure makes my heart sting
But I have heard it before and I will hear it again
If he belongs to me, he will return again.
But not like before, single minded and sure
He will know beyond a shadow of a doubt why he is here
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