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September Fourth

As the sun bleeds through a haze
a bird off somewhere sings.
For how long, I ask.
How long before it’s gone?
A leaf falls from an oak
as a branch sways.
I’m waking to a quiet conversation
and the chair I’m sitting on creaks.
Neighbors moved out of the house
two doors down before I had the chance
to know them.
Neighbors have always come and gone.
Cut branches litter the front yard
but in back lies a patch of flowers.
I look at a birthday card sent late
from someone I knew. It says 
he’s moved from a seven-room house
to assisted living. I look at shadows
on the wall and ask, Wasn’t it just
yesterday when we went for long runs
and told jokes on Sundays 
to make the miles pass
and celebrate the life we had? 
But it’s Wednesday and I have bills to pay
before going to work, where coworkers and I
make small talk, but inside I know 
we are strangers, each filling a role.
My ears ring as I look out the window.
It’s a new day, I say, then sigh
as the sun bleeds through a haze.


Premium Member Month of My Heart

Month of my Heart
The month of March holds a place in my heart
On a lovely spring day love came my way
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.

Spring brings magic o'er nature's world of art
Trees blossom, pretty flowers bloom and sway
The month of March holds a place in my heart.

I look in your eyes and I still see stars
In the mirror of my soul to this day
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.

Dawn’s chorus of birds as a new day starts
Fledglings on wings coming out on display 
The month of March holds a place in my heart.

The song love put in my heart tops all charts
A refrain on continuous replay
Forever loving sweethearts from the start.

Though years have flown we’re still one of two halves
Since those magic moments of yesterday 
Forever loving sweethearts from the start
The month of March holds a place in my heart.
~ * ~

9th August 2020

Premium Member Dream and Remember

 (Free Verse) 

   
Always keep God and family foremost in life 
Welcome each person you meet, as a possible friend. 
Dance away to the music, of our wonderful world, 
And sing along to brighten the chores of a new day. 

Take time to dream new dreams, each glorious day. 
Remember always to say "I Love You" every chance you have, 
And remember to forgive anyone who has wronged you in any way. 
Love like there's no tomorrow and be loved the same way, 
Aim to bring more joy, minus pain, to anyone that you know. 

You must always be honest and true to yourself, first. 
Always try and try and never for any reason  give up, 
Remember, that you're just human, and as such, imperfect and flawed. 
Spend some of your time, on bended knees giving thanks to the Lord, 
And take pride in anything you've achieved in your life... 

Remember to smile and take some time out of your busy life, 
And smell all the roses you encounter on your way out. 
Hug your family and all your friends in the daily basis too. 
And take a little time to rest and to dream of only your Love. 




Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka Ladydp2000 
copyright@2001 




December,10,2014

A Tale of Feminine Forgetting

The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything
It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin
She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks 
It shines brighter and brighter
The dew illuminated with the power of the sun
Everything around buzzes with the recharge of a new day
Everything but her

Volatile thoughts burrow through every cell
Leaving her empty filled only with the brisk sweet air
White knuckle grip on the rusty swing slowly creaking in the breeze
Time stops for a moment as the birds go quiet and the squirrels hold their breath
The silence was deafening so she screams

She screams out every breath she has ever taken-
She screams with every ounce of strength left in her-
She screams out all the sorrows, all the pains, all the contradictions

Gasping relieved from the build of feminine rage 
She sobs out the anguish of unrealistic self expectation
She sobs in quiet determination to feel better or at all
She sobs to release the leash wrapped  around her heart which keeps her tied to poise

Sighing she breathes deep even breathes of the fresh morning air
In and out
In and out
She breathes in the peaceful calm of the perfect morning
She breathes in self reflection of her beauty
She breathes in lost ideals of enoughness
She breathes out the snide backhanded comments
She breathes out the monstrous detrimental molds that she’ll never fit into
She breathes out the self hatred and regret and loathing

Stilling she looks around for the first time since she laid down and clung hopelessly to the swing
She smiles taking in the pink and purple watercolor sky
She smiles noticing the slight breeze ruffling the viridian leaves
She smiles as the the electric light beams which zap through the tree branches-
They dance around the ground and all over her body in waves

For the first time in a long time she remembers herself 
She remembers herself more than just a woman 
She remembers herself more than just a sister or a daughter
She remembers herself more than just a friend or a lover
She remembers herself below the depression and angst

She remembers herself as a person internally whole
She had forgotten her inevitable strength
She vows to never forget herself again

Standing in the warmth of the spring sun-
She laughs

Premium Member A New Day New Week BEGINNINGS for GOD You Are Speaking--for God is Speaking Ministries Janeen Brown

Blessed New Day 
My prayer this day
 Father is that we be a maker and maintainer of peace.
 Everywhere we go 
and You Father bring calm, in peace in tense situations.
 That we are peace in You and You are peace in us.
 Speak forth peace around us.
We are Elohim peace. 
Children of the Most High God in Jesus name Amen  
Daddy's more than a friend
 He's Jesus God with us. 
This new day dawning in His graces
 His mercies He is Our love
Blessed New Day Beloved
 Sensational is our Father’s Sabbath day,
 A new day new week beginnings for God you are speaking

2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©


Premium Member Welcome 2017

Welcome 2017

     
2016;
 A year of tribulations and blessings    
                   Bring in an end to the tribulations with a new dawn
                        Dawn of a new day, a New Year, and many more to come  
                             With scents of new roses before me with the new sun
                                  Blessings to carry on

         I choose to wear pure white and unwrinkled 
              Leaving the raven shadows behind with no fear
                   Fearing not the welcoming light at the end of the tunnel 

         Tunnel opens;   
               For 
                    I have the warmth of the sun to enkindle
                         Clearing the way  with one step in front of the other  
                              Wave goodbye to the end of 2016 
         Enliven  2017


12/31/2016
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

The Sky At Dawn

Dawn, the sky is lit up by the unseen sun
clouds from the ocean were coming in they looked rain heavy
not a sound broke the stillness.
This was the last day of the year and he was still here on the terrace
able to see the birth of a new day and he was privileged
the world had given him a gift.
The night had been restless and fearful, the thought of his death
had disturbed him, no point resisting the oncoming it was futile
he had said to himself and the dark night.
He felt a chill the rain was coming in faster than he had thought
He got inside, made a coffee and warmed food from yesterday
Feeling good he had always been frugal it was his way
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder where we would be
 had Cain not slain his brother.
  Would we all be feasting in the Garden of Eden,
   sharing its promise with each other?

Sometimes I ponder the light of a new day
 when I wake in the early morning.
   Does it make the world a better place,
    when we wake to a city in mourning?

Sometimes I dream of a world so pure
 it makes me feel higher than high.
  Can our points of view be so distorted,
   that we must make the innocent die?

Sometimes I wish life was simple
 like the games we as children play.
  Must our hearts be so heavy laden with hate,
   that we see killing as the only way?

Sometimes I feel lost and alone
 as if there were no place for me to be.
  When will we make peace with each other,
   to assure all men can sleep peacefully?

Sometimes I only want to awaken
 and get myself out of this trance.
  Then I finally realize that I am fully awake,
   and say a prayer for the people of France.
© Dan Cwiak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Late Evening

Here on the first day
Of a plush new year,
Feel a fine pulse play
As new light endears.


Rain in the dawn light
Spreads a misty feel,
Sleep with dreamy sights
As the new year spills.


Sun and rain speed trance
As drowsy morn sifts,
Awake in blur glance
To feel rest uplift.


Day moves crisp tempo
As coffee brew streams,
New Year's Day gumbo
Spreads a feisty theme.


Catch-up with lunch trip
On a social call,
Easy laughter grips
Such pleasant footfalls.


Then home bound car ride
As sleepy eyes droop,
Hot weather takes side
In somnolent scoop.


Lazy siesta moods
Cruise with drowsy air,
Sleepy dreams for food
In a crouching flair.


Late evening stroll
For meal takeaway,
Savour food fare toll
As tastebuds mint play.


Jazz and fest frame peak
In a pleasant feel,
Feast as goodies speak
As eats now reveal.


Late night drizzle
As the first day speeds,
Deep silence sizzles
As a new day seeds.




Leon Enriquez
01 January 2019
Singapore
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member About My Dad

Why!
 My Soul asked the WorldS Realms People Places and Things the that and they  that is always talking  about my dad?  I never meet!

When my dad came to birth  to earth down here, did not I wasI not with him around the quiver?
 My soul says  yes! before I became dirt to some people hurts my dad birth was a delight to me this nurse a people perfume she wore so sweet she rubbed my daddies head and we all became  a part of the him sweet peace waiting to be born a soul a living soul but happy to be were we were never dead a  new day at the time  yes but never dead it was sweet love in the quiver. When did we become a  dead story  around and about all zones I had to be alive to run the birth race to become an earthly soul being  was not I there my daddie love I know I was in the quiver of his emotions and feeling and even his wants about me because my dad was just born of flesh and we came in the Quiver alive and healthy and wealthy and well  ready and swift movement of flesh bone and blood He loved love and loving! I need a  Judge!

 Thank you for the listen Soul Searchers!

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