Long 2011 Poems
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76.
The Sort of Pet I am to Thee
Consider that I'm not a pest
As I am subject to thy behest
Perhaps I'm a rooster
Who wakes up earlier
To tell my master
I'm ahead him/her
Perhaps I'm a cat
Who incurs my wrath
On every destructive rat
In my keeper's hut
Perhaps I'm a canine
Who barks even past nine
When someone crosses the line
I can even break a spine
Perhaps I'm a pig
Who just lay fat and big
Can't even do a graceful jig
Only comfort it wants to dig
Perhaps I'm a carabao
Friend of iron plow
Machine for more than just an hour
Works with even humble bow.
If I'm all or none above
I hope to me you have some love.
-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*confused about career disposition
"Mirrored Refrain": The poem is formed by three or more quatrains where two lines within the quatrain are the "mirrored refrain" or alternating refrain. The rhyme scheme is as follows-- xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB etc.. x represents the only lines that do not rhyme within the poem. A and B represent the refrain.
Spirits in line with continuity
Shining bright through contrast
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
A love that is meant to last
Growing together, learning more and more
There is nothing we can't work through
A love that is meant to last
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
Swimming through the timeless currents of bliss
Our souls unite, no impasse
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
A love that is meant to last
Time shared for eternity, we are meant to be
Even in anger nothing is ever taboo
A love that is meant to last
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
Conversations stimulte a mental vacation
A lasting impression sending me into climax
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
A love that is meant to last
Thirty years from now old and grey, we remain
and never bid adieu
A love that is meant to last
Insatiable you, everyday starts anew
Jared Pickett
11/30/2011
Form:
~Kindness Is... ~
(Anaphora)
Kindness is to show you care in any way
Kindness is giving something unselfishly
Kindness is truly loving and caring for others
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to
Kindness is giving a sincere smile
Kindness is saying a kind word or two
Kindness is being nice to each other
Kindness is not being rude to anyone
Kindness is spreading God's love to all in this world.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.08.2017
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 )
~Author's Notes:
"The Anaphora" poetry form or style in writing or speech, is the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Winter~
(Whitney)
Winters here
Can be so cold
Temperature
Goes down a lot
And sometimes
Just starts snowing
Streets get covered by white snow
Many folks
Aren't happy cause
They're getting
All this much snow
For three months
It seems too long
But some people like winter
Some play hard
And skii mountains
Just have fun
Nothing stop them
Love cold, snow
Children enjoy
Make snowmen and throw snowballs.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.29.2017
~Author's Notes:
The " Whitney" is a syllabic poetry form or style created by Betty Ann Whitney.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Such an overwhelming,heartwrenching disease
from a baby,a parents pain,sheilded yet knotted inside
non facial expressions,no tears,no laughter
how do you detect the mood of your infant.
Discovered from a cist on the brain
a young mum, to finalize her vital exams
grandma`s love, family and friends too
help make this possible.
A non existant forward, it may seem
weeks of contiuous tests,hearts full of hope
proven that it can be overstepped
grown teenager speaks of his ordeal
Today is the day,that consultant is seen,apprehensive,nrevous
tears of joy,negative test, a normal life,others not so lucky
Paul Beadnall for Brian Strand`s ( free verse contest) 19/7/2011
I remember the cabin by the lake in the wood
and Grandma giving us buckets, telling us we should
walk up the creek to get some water from the stream.
Remembering it now is almost like a dream.
No electricity, no plumbing, no water at hand
but we thought it the prettiest place in the land.
In spring we got water not far from the door.
As summer progressed we had to walk a little more.
By August the spring barely flowed at all
so we'd follow the stream, though we were quite small.
Alone in the woods with a bucket each,
following that creek 'til a pool we'd reach.
Filling the buckets, then back down the hill.
This was our chore, I remember it still.
We'd pick wild flowers and try to catch frogs,
taking too long as we walked along logs.
Every morning two buckets of water we brought.
These were for drinking, lake water was not.
Lake water was boiled and used for cleaning up.
The only one who drank it was the cocker spaniel pup.
The stream was the run-off from melted snow.
Down the mountain it ran, to the lake below.
Fast and furious , the winter through
but gentle and quiet by summer it grew.
The cabins at the lake are updated now
with electricity and plumbing but I remember how
two eight year old girls went for water each day.
Their chore done before they headed off to play.
~~~Francine Roberts~~~
04/06/2011
for Constance's 'Write Me a rippling Stream'
contest
I thought that there was something there
Something to hold onto
I had reached out my open hand
To an emptiness I did not seek to find
Empty words in empty air
Oceans of lonely time
Promises never spoken
A loss of the true sublime
An emptiness is all I feel
An emptiness inside
My missing half that had been found
Now has left me without a sound
I shall retreat back to the safety of me
Hold up my inner mirror to really see
If any real damage has been done
Has love's battle been fought and won
I shall rebuild my fotress strong and tall
My castles in the the air
God help the next person who tries to dare
To scale these walls without a care
Nothing is as nothing seems
Words that come easily have no meaning
And when spoken with no feeling
Silence has more worth.
(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
49.
Indi Na Ako!
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga mangin pulitiko
Mag-angkon sg gahum kg mga tinawo
Magpasikat sg kasarang kg mga proyekto.
Bag-o mangin pulitiko…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga mangin negosyante
Mag-angkon sg manggad kg mga kotse.
Bag-o mangin negosyante…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga makasulod sa media
Sa balita man ukon drama
Kapuso man ukon kapamilya.
Bag-o makasulod sa media…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga himuon lang “stepping stone”
Ang kon diin ara ako karon
Kay diri ako daw pulitiko man, negosyante kg media person.
Bag-o makasulod sa kon diin ara ako karon…
Ako naghandum nga ang paglupad padasigon
Nagpadayaw sa pulitiko, negosyante kg media tycoon
Sa tuyo nga mangin isa ka maragtason
Nanakit kg nagpahibi sg mga tagipusoon.
Bag-o maghandum nga ang paglupad padasigon…
Akon ginpasulabi ang kaugalingon
Nga ambisyon kg sakon nga balatyagon
Natabunan ang huna-huna sg mga ilusyon.
Samtang ginalab-ot ang mas mataas nga gusto
Ako nabulag kg nagdako ang ulo
Nagbangga kg nanapak sg mga tawo
Paano ko mapamatud-an nga indi ko ina ginusto?
Paano kon ila ako pagabalusan –
Laglagon, patyon ukon nano pa man?
Ano ang akon kasarang nga sila punggan?
Paano ko hambalon nga ako dapat kaluy-an?
Wala ako mahimo kon amo ina gusto nila
Ugaling sa akon sumpa ako anay patapusa
Baydan ang tanan nga utang namon nga kwarta
Mangin amigo sg madamo kg mabaton sg banwa.
Paagi sa pagbuyangyang sa matuod ko nga plano
Ginahatagan ta kamo ideya kon paano
Nga ang akon ambisyon (indi sumpa) punggan ninyo
Kay sa paghandum sg mas mataas – indi na ako!
-09/08-09/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental
~Angels Are Helpers~
(Sonnetina Rispetto)
Call on your angel, loves to come
Angels can do this and then some
Because they're God's helpers you know
They might be busy all the time
Don't worry, they'll help anytime
God created them and they show
Call on your angel, loves to come
Angels can do this and then some
So put your armor, start to pray
For God send his angel today
Because they're God's helpers you know
God created them and they show
Call on your angel, loves to come
Angels can do this and then some.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
April.05.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea
With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand
And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more
The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again
You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
~~~~~
Written: Jan 15, 2011
Author: Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest: Let's See
4th Place In - Anything goes contest
In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.
Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on to
pick-up and deliver cargo in the West Indies. Although my time with him was short,
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.
~~~~~