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Not of hare, but of Salmon, glistening in the stream I watched them.
Making Way through their loop of Time they return to where they come from.
Such purpose in their flight, birds of the water make write for their kind.
To the death they'll climb up that river to return the Land of Ancestor.
New generations will remain together and the Salmon swim Up, to remember.
Golden Flocks of Eagle there, a flight of pride through the clean air.
Lion of the sky came One day to fly by and they saw what needed to be done. There is
damage here. So aWay they flew to Great Bear, calling on Winds, "make swift our wings there."
Time is not to waste and so for the witnessing of the foul, they called also, Great Owl.
A wake he did, Great Owl of Snow and Cold and Knowledge of Old, the Time has come,
Eagles of the sky call from the wind. So make flight in the night I did to engage
the Great Mind.... "Moon I ask, gift me your Light for direct my flight needs to be".
Beg the Morning Star, call to all our bees their pattern needed as future seeds.
And so it was. Great Owl flew on through the Night and the Morning Star called all
bees to the Light. Make your song to the Great Sun.Flower, beg her come aLong, four
the desperate Air needs more seeds this Great Hour. And when She grow, ask of her scent,
remain in the Day and find the Great Wind. Carry far to the desert sands, beg Great Bat
come nourish the Land.
And so it was, the bees returned Four needed their song in the wind. Finding the spiraling
sunflower core, they marked a pattern and shareed it far. New growth is needed called the
Morning Star. And so released Flower of her Great Scents and into the Winds they went as
the Eagle flew on by. A message delivers a circuit complete as Bat returns from the Sky....
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Suddenly my life has become one big bad news.
Forsaking, discouragement, affliction and humiliation,
What more do I have to lose?
I have become an object, targeted for destruction.
My heart and body become weary, longing for true affection
But all whom I try to be with don’t see me fit their selection
I’m now all alone left for dead and suffering,
What to do in such a situation
For I am just an earthling.
When I look up to the dark endless skies, crescent moon and countless stars,
I can’t believe I’m part of this great creation and wonders.
Great is the creation of the earth and all that’s in it,
Great is the creation of the universe and all that’s in it,
When I look at such big creations;- my life I can’t conceive it.
What different am I from the ant that I trample over without knowing?
Doesn’t it too have a purpose to where it’s going?
What different am I from the animals that are hunted down as prey?
Don’t they too have a purpose to the way they stay?
What different am I for I go through life the same way;
The arrogant and proud hunt me as prey everyday
Others knowing or without knowing block me from where I’m going.
But now I realize that without these afflictions I go astray
For since then the Lord has been good to me everyday
HE watches over me and when I’m lonely and downcast in HIS word HE comforts me.
I may be small and go through life as everything else in it,
But there’s ONE who’ll always be
A Father to all HE created.
For greater is life than what ‘we’ have made it.
LORD, my FATHER,
I may never fully understand my meaning in this life,
But I’ll always strive to fully comprehend YOUR Will as I go through this strife.
So I ask, my LORD, make open to me YOUR Will
For I have come to understand it’s what’s makes me live.
Do good to your servant according to YOUR Word,
Teach me knowledge and good judgment for I believe in your commands.
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(This is a fictional poem)
I decided to fly planes for a living.
I learned that there a lot of people who are unforgiving.
At pilot school the tests were hard so I cheated.
People beat the crap out of me and a doctor was what I needed.
When I flew my one and only flight for Delta Airlines, I had to admit that I didn't
know how to land the plane.
I got my ___ kicked so many times that I take pills to dull the pain.
I told the copilot to land the plane but he said he cheated too.
People began to panic but then a kid figured out what to do.
This ten year old boy landed the plane and everyone was relieved.
Now I'm ashamed to admit that a ten year old is smarter than me.
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~Oh Wondrous Christmas Day~
(The Tree)
Day
Of joy
Filled with love
Celebration
Birth of our Saviour
Time of cheer and good will
World proclaim His majesty
Christ is Lord and King eternally
D
A
Y
OF JOY
Christ
Jesus
Came today
Sent by Father
To bring us all joy
Died for your sins and mine
Rose and lives now in Heaven
Christmas time is all about Him
C
H
R
I
S
T
JESUS
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November 30,2010
Thank you for reading
"The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter.
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6 Feb 2011 12:45 pm
Drowning my emotions
While swimming in lifes oceans
Amidst an armada of failures and fears
Cannons fireing accusations and insults and stinging tears
Swords of words are slicing at my soul and stabbing at my heart
Gaffs that hook and pull me tareing me apart
What can I do my boat has sank and the sharks await their meal
Alas I see a hand stretched out not to hurt but heal
The thunder of the cannons echo on and the pinging of the sword
The gaffs still reaching and grabbing to pull me back on board
The hand that saved me holds me surely and yet kindly
His messangers sent forth proclaiming he's no longer yours but Mine.
That was many years ago and in His army I gladly serve
He is the one who saved me from a fate I did deserve
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G rief
R emorse
I s
E verybody's
F ear
No one is smiling today
As the coffin takes my son away
Grief-stricken, we stand and stare
With a hole in our hearts
That death leaves there
As we stare without seeing
Realising death comes to all human beings
God takes us in his time
The next funeral attendance
Could be mine
Or any person in the world
As the script of our life span is unfurled
God alone has the eternal plan
For every human woman or man
The day will come when we must part
And fill the void, that hole in our heart
To meet our loved ones again
Freedom at last without the pain
Of living a life of sorrow
And look forward to a peaceful tomorrow
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I’m coming home
Been gone so long now, I don’t remember the day I set off.
This flying visit became a journey and I’m sorry that it took so long.
Our only conversations have been by phone and video.
I hope your love for me is still burning bright when I do arrive home.
If you became lonely, like I did while I was away,
I hope you stayed true like I did;
Ignoring all the interest that came your way.
I believe in you; I hope you kept the faith in me too.
My belief in us is the only thing that helped me to get through,
To the other side of what seemed like forever.
It seems so long since we last kissed.
You give me a place to long to come back to,
When you tell me I am missed.
You have always been there for me, even when I had to leave.
I would have liked to have stayed there with you,
But we don’t always get what we need.
Life is not always in our hands;
Sometimes we have to go so we can return.
The light of our love has never gone out;
My passion for you still burns.
I’m coming home to be with you soon.
Look out for me in the red light of dusk.
I’m letting you know that your love is a harpoon;
You shoot your love into my heart and pull me back to you.
I will be there soon…
I’m coming home to you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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I stood down by the ocean,
The tide broke at my feet.
She summons me to enter,
So the two of us may meet.
I start to go in deeper,
Caressed at every turn.
She lifts the weight of worry,
And takes away concerns.
The frosty bite of nightfall,
Trails goose bumps on my skin.
Distracts me from the present,
As the waves except me in.
Submerged and taken over,
A light that shines within.
I stare out in the bleakness,
Yet I feel as though were kin.
Oh peaceful, haunting feeling,
Allow me to consume.
I take that…given freely,
Release me from my doom.
Fear does not have presence,
I left it on the shore.
Without a willing body,
It’s nothing at its core.
She carries me with caution,
Out into the deep.
Senses my belonging,
I thought I heard her weep.
Light begins to filter,
The breaking of the dawn.
I float to the horizon,
Where the heat will keep me warm.
A tender, loving feeling
As my eyes begin to close…
She went and kept her promise,
I met her, in her home.
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How much do I love you?
I've played to know.
Let me count the ways,
All the ways I can show,
You my Love...
First there was one
and by one she stood.
Two came along,
an expansion of love.
Then three held hands
near a willow tree,
As four sang carols
to the humming bee.
Five was there,
like a guiding light...
Finally, we recognized Six.
And we stopped the fight.
Seven was right,
there are Eight
gates in Heaven.
Nine sang divine,
And ten at the 'end'...?
Was a mistaken, eleven.
Twelve chimed "New Time".
And Ophiuchus was restored,
To Her, proper place of Mind.
Among Friends,
In the Great Circle.
*wiki.com
Ophiuchus is a large constellation located around the
celestial equator. Its name is Greek for 'snake-holder', and it is commonly represented as
a man grasping the snake that is represented by the constellation Serpens....
"~Charming story..."
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Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,
On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)
My mom will never forget that special date,
Back in the year of '68.
Another birth in September of '70,
Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.
My sister would've been my friend and pal,
But she didn't make it through the birth canal.
I would've been her big brother just two years older,
Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.
Trying to write this is making me cry,
I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?
Why did you take this bundle of love?
Did you need another angel above?
Well something good happened in August '72,
My mom married the only dad I ever knew.
I may not be of his own flesh and blood,
But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".
My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.
He treated us all one and the same.
- Love you mom ! -
- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also
- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)
I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a
My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue
on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with
My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and
the problems I went through as a young child.
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