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~God, Please Protect The Children~
(Star of David)
God
Bless all
The children
You know that they
Really do need You
The children are getting abused everywhere
Some children got no one that really cares
And some have no one to save them
From anyone wants to hurt them
That's why I ask you each day
Please protect them from everything
Don't let the children suffer anymore
I ask too much but know you can do it
Because You really care for each and all
They belong to You
Forever in
Your kingdom
I know
It
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.22.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~Authors Notes:
The "Star of David" is a poetry form created by Dorian Petersen Potter,
aka ladydp2000, on October 22, 2009.
Interview – 3-21-24 For Paddy Ch. Quick as a Wink 6/26/2010 – 3/8/24 www.poetrysoup.com › poem › interview_with_the_irish
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Interview With the Irish Wind
Wind from the heart of Eire, come abide with me for a moment
before you toss your swirling hair across your ancient friend
for I feel your breath rising inside me - a banshee’s howl.
Are you here to carry my Irish rascal’s spirit on the breath of emerald breezes,
his soft and silky coat waving like fields of golden wheat,
to new hallowed hills of green?
Will you set his soft paws on sunlit winding lanes
rising up to meet him
when he crosses a mystical bridge misted in rainbows?
Will you escort him to that sacred hollow of sunny glens
where he ever runs free embraced in the sparkle of the Daystar,
twinkling with delight like etched crystal -
quick as an Irish wink!
Tell me, wind of Erin, does the beat of his steadfast heart
pulse in your throbbing cadence like the bodrain and Kerry drums,
his bright brown eyes dancing like jigs and reels -
a new star in Eire’s eternal sky?
Wind from the Irish sea, do you ruffle his soft grey ears
with the touch of angel’s breath
sung as a lullaby as he sits upon his Creator’s feet
feeling life surge within him again – a newborn wind?
O Celtic child,
Grieving heart, let your heart rest in the hollow of the Creator’s hand
where shamrocks never close,
forever blooming in eternal light.
Hear the music he left in your heart – a soft breeze across the Shannon,
know his task now finished, blessed, like fine spring rain – consummated by grace –
eternal grace so pleased.
And, when you hear the pipes know in ways he never leaves
but sings the music shared by your hearts
sung from his forever home.
And now that he has been through the fire
out of that dark and cold space
you will bring him home again.
Beannactai!
Written by: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date Written: September, 9th, 2010
contest Entered: "Eternal Figures" Sponsored By: Words Wounded
Creation
Created from a singular point this thing called life
Somehow from nothing all things came to be.
From its very creation this universe knew strife
And still it would not be there without eyes to see.
From the dust of stars dying are all of us made
When gravity came calling, to bring about the earth.
Without small imperfections no waves to wade
Missing the moons direction no single cells birth.
A plethora of particles, this thing called matter
From the heaviest and lightest the stars made them all
The air that we breathe and the pigments that we splatter.
All the while giving credence to Newtonians law.
So look to the heavens, to the earth, to your hand
And wonder from where all these atoms were grown
Could it be from an accident, from the times of the sand?
Or from the Creator, from His Consciousness thrown.
And remember this as you ponder this pebble
That there are places out there to us unknown
The simplest things in our life are incredible
But it is this from him that Creation was sewn
Form:
Cancer took from me
Many, many years ago
My best and most cherished friend...
And over the years
It didn't stop just there
It has taken members of my family
It has taken lovers
It has taken many other friends.
It has been generational
It has been painful
Cancer has often signified the end.
It has signified the end of cherished kisses.
The end of conversations that last all night
The end of someone's companionship
Companionship that you will always crave
Throughout both days and nights.
Having one taking leave of their earthly pain and darkness
And moving on in to a heavenly light.
I still feel the weight of my friend's body
I have felt that weight throughout the years
I still feel myself telling myself to remember to breathe
I remember trying to stand strong through all my tears.
There is nothing, nothing sadder than that
Than holding up the casket of a wonderful friend
Its sadness will always be with me
Some things stay with us until our own ends.
And so on this Hallowed Eve
This first night of the Newest Year
I will be thinking of all those that I have lost
Those that I have loved throughout the years.
This night signifies a new beginning
It signifies some bitter ends
But I will always remember those
Those I have loved until their ends.
I will think about them often
How their presence has changed my life
I will chersih the fact that I had them
That I had them at all in this life.
And so I look toward this New Year
And all the new friends in my life
And I look forward to sharing myself with them
The continuation of the ongoing circle of life.
New friendships start out as being different
They are not the same as the beloved old
But they have the potential to grow into that
The silver can evolve into gold.
I love the people that I have in my life
I love having them grow closer and ever more dear
I love sharing fun and laughter with them every day
I look forward to this new upcoming year.
(December 31, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
The esteemed senator was entangled in a very delicate situation.
It seems that with his long-time secretary he had yielded to temptation!
It was obvious that she was (to put it delicately) in a "family way."
He nervously laughed it off saying, "It's not my fault!" to keep the press at bay!
His spouse in her heart wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.
She didn't want to blemish his stellar career since he carried lots of clout.
But when she queried, "Are you the father of the child?" he became aloof.
"Get off my case and mind your business," said he, "Besides you have no proof!"
As inevitably happens the long-time secretary completed her gestation.
A spittin' image of the senator was produced creating national sensation!
He replied to the media about previous denials saying, "I'm not to blame!
As usual, you guys took my words out of context I shall always claim!"
He went about his senatorial duties as usual stating, "I will show no shame!
I will continue to serve the people of this nation and I will clear my name!"
Well, "the people" wanted a leader who would provide ethical direction,
And saw to it that he was voted out of office at the next general election!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
2d Place win in Paula Swanson's "Four Sentence" Contest - June 2010
I have a friend that I met from across the World
We are about as different as two friends could be
And yet we are both of this World
We are both the same as two people could be.
Our Religons are totally different
Our ages aren't even close
And yet we have this really great friendship
Who knows why? Who really knows?
She is young and Beautiful
She hasn't yet walked through Motherhood's Door
I am the old and Seasoned One
I have seen it all before.
We both have a love of knowledge
We both love learning about Time and Space
We are both bucking all the conventions
About what 'IS' a 'Woman's Place!'
Of what is true friendship formed?
Of what is it born?
Does it come from Tiffany's?
Can it span across the seas?
Is it in the clothes that we both like to wear?
Is it in the way we both wear our hair?
Is it in the words that between the two of us are spoken?
Is it in the ideas that we have shared?
I think Friendship is born out of a mutual respect
I think it is a mutual admiration
It is recognizing someone for who they really are inside
And not from what country they live in
Or which neighborhood in which they reside.
It is sharing laughter and sharing tears
It is talking to each other about your greatest fears
It is getting to know one another
In spite of the differences in our lives and in our years.
And loving every minute of it.
I have found out during this past year
During this new friendship's time
That friendships can and do
Cross religious and generational lines.
Personalities are the important thing
They are the things that really shine
Nationalities are just and only words
And Religious views don't even matter.
*This poem is dedicated to my friend *Rock'n'Love* who checked in with me from
*Across the World* on New Year's Eve and made it more than *Fun!*
(January 1, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I walk along this boardwalk
my mind full of regret.
I can't believe what happened
It hasn't completely set.
I stormed out on her,
full of steam my mind.
My emotions how they've stirred,
It was quarter after nine.
It is now ten thirty,
I've come back to the house relaxed.
I opened the door, surprised at what I saw.
my house completely trashed.
Poetry strewn about the floor
my projection screen destroyed.
Stab wounds in my leather sofa,
now I am annoyed.
A note she left on the table
described in detail her reason.
How I was unfaithful,
committing lovers treason.
So she believed it fair,
since I broke her heart.
To break me of the things I am,
and that was just the start.
The mistake that I had made
and the consequence received.
Lost me the one who I held dear
no matter how hard I'd plea.
It wasn't all the broken things,
that irritated me so.
It was being untrue, I was such a fool
That is what I get for being a hoe.
Jared Pickett
2/25/2010
Asavvy1
~Very Happy St. Patrick's Day~
(Free Verse)
St. Patrick's Day
we're celebrating today
folks wear color green
They drink green beer and dance
and throw parades everywhere
people wear shamrocks
St. Patrick's Day
is a day of magic
merry and laughter
people celebrate
drink eat, have fun with family friends
some just have a ball
Might see a Leprechaun
or a pot just filled of gold
at the end of a rainbow
I wish you the best
may you enjoy this fun fare
all the entire day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
March.17.2016
Wishing You And Yours a Very Happy And Safe St. Patrick's Day!
A source of mental therapy
This has become of mine
Though its momentarily
It makes my world shine
I don't know much about poetry
Weather profound or borderline
Through times of adversity
All I have at any given time
You could call my history
That is put into this rhyme
Perhaps the other side of me
Just a little creative in design
written 2009 2010 updated part one of a two peace write
expressing what writing is to me
thank you to poetry soup poets for inspiration over last few years xx
(“Multiculturalism Merit Badge”, 2010, original
Oil)
Unhumans
When I was young I was taught to respect all humans
And I was taught to identify humans
By their appearance, whether they looked like me,
Regardless of sex or race, age, size or style.
But I think I was taught wrong.
I think there are in fact a lot of unhumans amongst us
Really not even pretending to be human.
Human means something more
Than our physical form.
It means something elevated
From the bulk of other animals.
Perhaps it even means
Something you have to grow into
Instead of just being born into.
Today anyone who seeks to enslave others,
Or wantonly abuse and harm them,
Or can’t respond with human concern
To the injustices we see around us everyday,
Is just an animal,
And animals like this
Don’t deserve human rights.
We make the assumption
That if you look like a human
You must be a human,
But what this does
Isn’t lift the unhumans up,
It just drags
The humans down.
(9/9/25)