Long 2006 Poems
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The dream was of me
I dreamt off me in my dream
It was fearfully dreadful a dream
Long ago was the day of my last dream
Before the dream that came knocking on me
Startled still, as I opened up myself for it
Then comes the dream in a dreamy toga.
They were many of them gathered
Gathered only in one accord accordingly
Like the disciples of Jesus Christ of the then
In front of a room just like the upper room
Some in their usual ape-like suite with a tie
Others in Babariga ;Ankara ; Damask ;Lab coat
Pretending to be engrossed with something
Giggling with a mischievous stern look.
In one accord they all nodded cynically
Mimicking no one but the Agama lizard
It was of me they discussed endlessly
Still refusing to leave the only path
That leads to the other world of light
From the darkness we were plunged into
They scornfully displayed the key before me
It was the key to the other world of light.
Tiredness suddenly zoom off me
As I regain my strength to continue to
Force my way out, off the men who held sway
For several moons only in darkness in a garden
Meant to be of light en-route knowledge.
Alas! My freedom came like a proverbial thief
The king of the jungle only in the dark.
For the misfit mistaken as men in our garden of light
They were swept off the ground, nurtured, captured
And ruptured into the dustbin of history,
As I regain freedom from the shackles of their fiefdom,
I shared the dream of me with other dreamers
That was me in my dream.
Alayande Stephen.T
13th,July,2006 , 9.49pm
It's coming to your planet from out there
Sooner if you watch the news channel first
2006 QV89 is alive and well and almost here
It can't wait to kill you on September 10th.
Most likely you could lose an eye or tooth
Not civilization as you know it
Coroners and vehicles line up to size you up
Is it bigger than a bus or truck?
Is it larger than a soccer field in Argentina?
Reporters want to cover asteroids in space
But they are way too busy watching Trump
Hemorrhoids will have to do
If only I watched less news reports
If only I were born on Mars
I'm too young to die by meteors
Like taxes they should be avoided
Can I add rock impacts to my insurance?
Is there life after asteroids?
*Authors note: There is a less than 99% chance of this asteroid hitting Earth. There is a less than .01% chance of it hitting a populated area. 2006 QV89 comes up on a "probability list" so the news media needs some filler so they rattle some cages and torture small animals (That would be us.) Can I buy Fake News insurance?
Romance craves wide enough space to dance,
Neighbours as need betwixt them good fence,
For love is a river, pool nor pond,
Apart stand banks though each to each fond…
Let breeze from heaven blow ever hence.
As two mutual cups fill, drink from own,
Let love leave leisure time all alone,
Though close by, alone stand strings of lute
To quiver quite in sync or all mute,
Harmony hails one’s very own tone.
Together, but hang no close to heart,
Pillars of a temple stand apart,
Oak, Cypress that so taller are made,
Seldom can grow in each other's shade,
Stay apart, playing apportioned part.
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Musings | 05.03.2006 | freedom, love, Quintain
Note: Original by Kahlil Gibran, interpretation done in anapaest meter, Quintain (limerick) in construction, not in mood.
~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Couplet)
Please don’t miss out and be left behind
Salvation only thru Jesus we can always find
Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light
Don't do evil and keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God we should be humbled not proud
The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect
Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we can be glad not sad
For the love of God we can come anytime and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability
We can not attain Salvation just by doing it with our own power or good
We're not good enough, just "God" is really good and perfect and that’s understood.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
February.25.2016
~Author's notes:
Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:17 (NIV)
I tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed. One will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding together. One will be taken and the other left.” And they said to him, “Where, Lord?” He said to them, “Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.”
Luke 17: 34-37 (NIV)
Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth.
Revelation 3: 10 (NIV)
“But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.
Mark 13:32 (NIV )
“Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then will appear in heaven the sign of the Son of Man, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.
Matthew 24: 29-31 (NIV)
Yes George! There is a Santa Claus!
The troops want out.
But you want to pout.
With your nose in the air.
A great big snout.
The war in Iraq.
We know it is past.
We know it is past.
But you want to laugh.
You don't have to lie.
You should actually cry.
Yes George! There is a Santa Claus!
Many have died.
While many have cried.
It's time to pull out.
It's time to go home.
The end of the war.
The end of a sore nose.
So lower your great big snout.
Because it is definitely.
Seriously, time to get out..
End Of War-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Note-Poem was actually written on Dec 05,2006:
(Only 2-years before George W.Bush left the White House) :
~Creator~
(Rhyme)
I praise You!Oh! my sweet Lord! for everything You've done
You created all the Angels, the whole universe and man
You love us so much that You sent us even your Begotten Son
Oh, I adore and worship You forever and ever for all your wonderful plan
You worked continually and well for all of those whole six days
Setting each and everything in their rightful and intended place
It was You God, my Lord, who made it all of this happened and only You!
You were the One who did it, and not a ' Big Bang' and that's the whole truth! the case
You decided to create everything in six days and took a rest upon the seventh day
After you made man you just smiled for all the wonderful job you've done in every single way
Every star and sun twinkles and sings You praises and glory, oh well, since time began
You created everything and set it exactly where it belongs perfectly, I know it was You who did it, in every single way
The human body is in itself a real work of art, its design is a complex and perfect machine designed in all its beauty and complexity, by only You
O' my Lord and Savior! My heart and lips adore and worship you forever and ever, for all You've done for us all the way through!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.25.2015
Richard Whitehead is really a marathon runner,
But when he wanted to compete in the stunner,
In the London Marathon in 2012, he found battle,
So had to turn to para sprinting with his bottle.
So in the Paralympics of London city in 2012,
He ran in the T42 category, the 200m stealth,
When he seemed behind until the very end,
Until he won in 24.38secs round the bend.
In his earlier career he competed at the 2006,
Winter Paralympics in Turin when he did mix,
With the ice sledge hockey players dexterous,
Without his prosthetics, and he was ambitious.
Whitehead is the first ever appointed patron,
Of Sarcoma UK, for bone and tissue action;
He looks after PE in the borough of Gedling,
And hopes to run Britain’s length, for his bing.
"OUR LIFE PATH SONG"??
(written by Michelle L. LeBlanc
April 26 & May 4, 2026)
Life goes on and on and on
Just as sings the beautiful song
Communicating on different planes
Soul connection forever strong
Meanwhile, amidst it all
Between your world and mine
We are finding ways to exchange our love
Beyond the rules of time
I don't need to wait till I cross over
We're learning the codes here and now
Exchanging our heart messages
And all I can say is wow!
I've seen it slowly coming
At first, subtle, seeming so small
Others guessing coincidence
But you and I know above it all!
Matters not what others think
That's part of my soul's path
Learning to let go of the anxious mind
Opens me up to the spiritual math
As we look at the horizon together
We know it won't be very long
Our connection to strengthen even more
Learning the melody of our Life Path song!
I love you so much Jayden! ??????????
____
Written in Memory of my Sonshine:
Jayden Donald LeBlanc
July 14, 2006-Sept 4, 2022
the spirit in my head, this my brain is constantly feed,
and in all likelihood, will persist until I am dead.
All possibilities seem to have gone to waste
and that is all these eyes seem to be faced
with as I ran the race and with many, raced
through life without much thought and in such haste
to meet up with family, all whom I once called friend
as I reach out, reach into the ether only to end
with all these vacant words, an empty soul to send
on its journey across time and space, hoping to mend.
by offering – little more than inundated memories
to appease, lift me from the grave, past the trees
where souls, spirits hover, know the hand that frees
grief, regrets from all they rage against in tempest seas.
Oh !, what a waste it is, for me to be enraged
by the fact that I am locked in age – caged
by times passing, with all my thoughts – staged
for - who knows ? - for those who wish to see
what I was, what I am, what has become of me,
projected into space, an understanding of what be
the essence, the answers to my spirit, my soul
for anyone who cared, could come to know.
I do wonder ?, how life could be for me, if not fraught
by black clouds, heavy shrouds, battles to be fought.
I wonder how life would be ?, if upon a beam - caught
up by the light, exposed to all – what I have sought.
That light – pure, honest, can only shine upon the tale of me
in words, beliefs, feelings, that in the end, all can see
that everything written, has always been about me.
For that is who I am ( me, myself and I ) for the world can see,
as can all those who have known or tried to touch me.
For there is little more for me to show, or for you to see,
then what’s before your eyes - laid on heavy by me.
There will come a day when all is shown.
There will come a day when all is known.
There will come a day when all is shared.
There will come a day when all is cared
for, all are cared for, all will be cared for
with an open heart, no longer a closed door
to greet, just unconditional love. for evermore.
What we have here !, ?, is.
Prophecy ?
The heights of insight ? The depths of insanity ?
The curtain has finally come down on this play.
B. J. “A” 2
February 18th 2006
~Are You Ready?~
(Couplet)
Everyday let’s find somewhere new hope
So all the time with life we can cope
Giving the best of yourself is just a must
That’s something you have to learn to do and trust
Be vigilant every moment of the day and night
Give thanks to God, for all He does is just right
He gives us His blessings and much, much more each day
Let’s be repentant when we’ve done sin, and let us pray
Convey your due respect to your Father God and sing
Him praises high above everything and anything
Jesus deserves all your praises, honor and love forever
He has done what nobody ever could, and from Him pure water springs forever
So please do not wait another second, another minute, or another moment of your day
Are you ready? Jesus is knocking outside your door, invite Him in and let Him stay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006