If innocence is as observed by me,
A carefree behavior is all we see.
In Its presence we know not, right from wrong,
And we will soon learn, and it won’t take long.
In youth it appears when we’re having fun.
Innocence has faces, there’s more than one.
We see the changes as we run and play.
Living life changes us, day after day.
Our innocence changes as we mature,
Both joys and sorrows we’ve learned to endure.
First a child crawls, before walking the floor.
We grow through innocence, then it’s no more.
Innocence is changing, there’s no debate,
The passing of innocence is its fate.
I remember feeling inadequate, but I also remember the fierceness I felt,
That out of all the people surrounding me, I wasn't meant to protect anyone else,
I felt completely ridiculed, but the feeling that I felt was so strong,
God told me I want you to remain silent, while I loved you all along,
I knew opinions would get in the way, because I watched how they were quick to throw judgment,
And it did not matter how pure my intent was, they would have turned it around to block it,
The cautiousness in the air was so thick, like a fear that would not let go,
And every day I would pray for your protection to see the truth and grow,
I saw the innocence of your heart, a love that was so strong,
It blew me away and I knew that's why you were gone for so long,
And through it all you still held on, and stood for the love you believed,
The courage you showed, man of God, was unlike anything I've ever seen,
So forgive me if I love you more than I should, because your heart brings tears to my eyes,
You will always have my friendship, I will always stand by your side.
A baby's pure thoughts
whiteness of lamb's wool
a brides modesty
I wonder, have we come to the end?
The world in chaos, in downward trend.
Is this all of our beautiful tale?
There's magic to ponder and regale.
Icarus led us so close we burned?
That's a lesson needing to be learned.
Is innocence tossed on ships of hate?
Temptation lingers beyond truth's gate.
Is majesty wondered or turned frail?
That's found in all, large and tiny-scale.
is a place found for wild in our world?
There's hidden magic in manes unfurled.
Imagining, where is beauty found?
The sunsets, stars, gentle evening's sound
Is life an illusion and then gone?
Trust in your heart, find forever's song.
Is earth to survive the tempest's wave?
That's on our shoulders to try to save.
August 23, 2022
For Dot Your I's and Cross Your T's Contest
by Hilo Poet
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A boy looked in a river free
God has been merciful to me
His shimmering twin did he see
God has been merciful to me
With life, it said “Greetings Mani”
God has been merciful to me
I saw the saving mystery
God has been merciful to me
It starts with a quivering lip
threads a touch from patches
to little swatches of fabric from
various phases various places of us
the first shirt you gave me
off your very back
was gray with a cartoon face
the hat from your kinky head black
and I use a piece of that
the jeans that romanticized everything
on that patch you asked
me to be your destiny
and on this very cloth
relic of the day we lost emotional innocence
the day we became familiar
it is peculiar we made love but never had sex
without emancipating clothing
we made love like a quilt
and it was my first strawberry passion.
I know, I did some bad things
But are they enough to judge me?
I know, I broke some rules
But am I born to follow anything?
I know, I told some lies
But the innocence never thought of the bee's sting
I know, I have a gray part in my life
But my sun will shine even in a moonless night...
For Timothy Lee
The soulful whisper of love’s promise bore an
enthused mood when it softly clued me love assured.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak
soothing assurances I innocently absorbed as honest
but I was only nine when those promise words occurred.
Decades hence, I have ridden attractions to passions
that proved to be romantic cons dressed in love’s
fashions. Such snagged me in years of love commitment
stress battles that dysfunction ultimately throttled. I was
left with only brutal pains, numb dreams and traumatic
regrets as darkly grey stretched by threats of lonely.
Then came your engaging grin and blue-eyed smile.
Any thought of charade vanished when you displayed
such a steadfast pursuit that my cynical came loose.
Our soul’s mirrored love has long shown soulmate impacts
as proof love’s whispered promise was truth, solidly exact.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak -
'he will have a three-letter name' - I never forgot that share.
Adult days keep rolling faster.
We attribute this to aging,
but it’s routine, firm as plaster,
that induces each years fading.
Adult responsibility
eliminates most mystery.
We don’t absorb what happens next
when we’ve memorized each day’s text.
But there is the joy of fireworks,
those spontaneous dreamworks,
where our free inner child still lurks
and adult brains forego their works.
We find awe, glee and excitement
are not feelings left behind us.
Vibrant bursts grow our amazement,
color pops our gushing gazement.
The joy in all we do not know
(what follows next, when will it end),
gives grown senses a childlike glow
and then, oh yes, then, time does bend.
(Free Verse)
I am doomed here, weeping in blackness born
Finding my way through this dusty threshold
Heart is bleeding and...torn.
This love so betrayed
A surreal abyss,
Thrown away fade
Yet I wish for
Your warmth so alive more
I am dying here, weeping in blackness doomed
Falling through this darkened tomb,
Heart so empty and bleak consumed
This heart so betrayed,
A deathly void
Forgotten laid
Yet I wish for
Your lips so warm... more
I am chained here, lost in the night,
Thirsting through this evil emptiness,
Heart so black and ...bleak alight
This darkness so stricken,
A red void,
Forgotten...quicken
Yet I wish for
Your blood so warm and...alive more...
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
December,12,2014
Garden paradise
Brushstroke vision of Eden
innocense lost
9 june 2012 5:38 pm
Preciouse is the smile
of an innocent child
Sweet is the melody
of a childs giggles set free
The innocent and care free years
should be sweetest and not filled with tears
Yet so many children only know
abuse and fear and hunger as they grow
O faded moment sand swaddled, a child
Inviolate as the sun, bare to the skin
Nature festive in glee, waves roaring wild
Nothing molesting thought to imply sin
Overtures of praise all grown up to win
Cradled in form of figure muscle carved
Exciting the love undraped eyeballs starved
Naked ***** in the sea's shadow hung
Sensitive and shy, drying clothes wharved
Emitted semen of light, life fills my lung.
Clotheless I, on that beach all day drying
Emerald waters lapping the desire of toes
Latent as the dream for home is pining
Erect and firm in heart's triumph and woes
Beauty in the blackness appeases its foes
Revealing all: faultless skin, faultless soul
Athletic, a tall motion to behold
Touch with her imagination, my skin
Emits a sheen that shudders some like gold
Drain my smile to dregs, I was born to win.
ah yes so sweet the tender heat,
the blazing inbuilt fire,
estacy like popcorn sweet,
engulfs us with desire...
Don Johnson 19-july-11
love was sweet but in the past,
loving thoughts of other times,
never thought i'd be alone,
solo, single, doin my time.
Don
PLEASE!..... Dont touch me, dont touch me.
Just go away.
I hate you, i hate you.
Now i'll never be the same.
I trusted you, i trusted you.
How could you do this?
The pain, the pain.
Of being put through this.
Why me?, why me?
Is it something i cant see?.....
No one knows, no one knows.......
What happened to me.
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