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Premium Member Write Me - II

Write Me
                your ballad of beliefs
             your epistle of emotions 
           your parable of paradigms
         your chronicle of convictions

                   Underline     Me
                  ------------  -------
                     leave nothing out
                     embrace the honesty
                     bare your naked soul

     Italicize Me
         finesse the cadence
         narrate with engaging elan
         embellish with panache and aplomb

                 UPPERCASE ME
                     Magnify the Momentous
                     Shout from the Summits
                     Accentuate the Ascendant Apogees

     Bold Me
         use your signature font
         imbue me with the vocabulary of your DNA
         ...the glossary of your very own fingerprints

                  *Punctuate* 
                       your paragraphs with personality;
                       your chapters with charm -
                       your stanzas with s t y l e !

                    I am your diary of daydreams
                       your scrapbook of stories
                        your poem of promises
                           your litany of life
                             I am your tale

                                   Write 
                                    me


written 6 July 2023
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.


Miracle and Mystery

What makes you so able
to briefly but so surely remove all my pain,
to take away everything but
the moment and the miracle,
and yet at the same time
be such a catalyst for emotional uprising?

What makes you simultaneously be
so cathartic, so relaxing,
so spellbinding and so haunting,
and yet at the same time
so energetic, so exultant,
so robust and so real?

I see you cascade down from the heavens,
drumming your ceaseless cadence on the earth,
a player without need of a partner;
and yet, your ever vigilant companions,
rolling thunder and sudden lightning strike,
accentuate your music with flashes and percussive blasts.

Rain, you can elicit such feelings,
flow onto, into, and through me,
thrill me to my core;
and yet also recall such pain,
through memories made in your shadow,
stark reality brought to light in bursts.

You are a mystery,
much like the life you oft bring;
much like the death you sometimes cause.
You are my entertainment, my eternal balm,
and revealer of a tortured past,
all in one awe-inspiring event;
emotion incarnate.

Premium Member A Collaborated Love

Forced by amber silents,
diffuse daylight 
violets illumination; 
stark and bereft 
of custom stares 
of beliefs.  

Love is where 
there is caring faith. 

Love comes here; 
wrap its arms, 
squeezing fast 
refusing to give 
in to the tears 
as silence swears.  

Loves committed grace 
solace with no complaints, 
stretched tight 
among time and space.

For all times. 

Yesterday,
we said our goodbyes
wind blew lies 
on forsaken eyes 
in spite fury. 

Oh, go away yesterday.  
I loved you dear. 
A vision, crimson wave 
full of laughter 
a chance we come together. 

Oh, go away yesterday. 
The recent past, 
held many words 
some harmony, 
some sharpen swords. 

Writing this love letter, 
caressing rhymes.
 
O love of love 
lets us write nigh, 
a most stunning rose 
in its beauties grace. 

Shall we write together 
"letters" and "words"; 
to rouse liven faces 
of lace in this very placed 
time in space 
allows 
Love of yesterday's grace. 

Come write with me, 
crimson harvest 
lay in drink of the evening chill 
as it grows misty 
on a hill called Calvary. 

So, lets elaborate.  
Shall we accentuate, 
yes, we will collaborate.


9/5/2019

 Poetry Contest:  Let Us Collaborate A Love Verse
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Weak Spots Xviii

Trauma—it is near and dear to us,
There is a need to embrace it,
But it spits at us like a wild beast,
Not wanting compassion—

Nourishment is its need, 
And justice is its desire—
Resolve—it longs for relief,
For unspeakable pains thrive inside

The sound of its crying pierces you—
It is cradled in the open air,
By a loving voice—
The voice of God:

"Come to me, 
Be with me and drink the
healing waters of truth and tears"
It ceases its spitting—and is filled


2.18.20

Note: Unfortunately many of us are plagued and haunted by our traumas. I was not trying to romanticize trauma but to accentuate its need for attention, honesty and nurture. Sometimes we need a little help from a higher power to comfort ourselves when we experience trauma. Sometimes we must acknowledge it and allow ourselves to feel.  

Thank you for reading...

Always, 

Laura

Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch

Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch -
"Georgie Harris"

At present moment thoughts adrift,
     whereat figurative throne,
     this chap doth 
     emotionally abdicate
no particular reason finds me
     revisiting nostalgic 
     thoughts, our
     (Harris – birth
 
     family) first pet,
     who didst accentuate
mine early boyhood
     (far removed time wise
     from the crowd did place
     housing nostalgia), now over
     laid with subsequently
     decades worth of memories,

     your bow wow wing did
     sub woofer did accumulate,
I attempt to adumbrate,
while sitting facing,
     the Lenovo external screen
     (linkedin in my
     macbook pro laptop),
commencement to nuh aerate

spontaneous thoughts ruff lee
     outlining thine affectionate
"mans beast friend"
a dearly beloved,
     (long since departed),
     yet his "Georgie"
     spirit lives within me,
     and doth ameliorate

teary eyed intermittent outbursts,
     sans remembrance
     of things past,
     particularly said
     four footed best pal,
     (a hybrid Boxer and Dalmatian -
     with docked tail) asper,
     when yours truly,

     a lil whippersnapper,
     he taught thyself
     bone a fide life lessons,
     and did animate
my preschool days of solitude,
     and whose sixth
     canine sense didst anticipate
increased amplitude

     of nascent childhood anxiety,
yes unwittingly, "a therapy dog,"
     whose company,
     I did appreciate
oh, how his innocent naïveté
     bared kid lee didst articulate,
thus whose demise
     scored beloved value,
     I belatedly authenticate.
Form: Ode


Premium Member An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1

~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)



It was very early in the morning when I was just having 

What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself

And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by

Since another year had come and left again here  in Fairyland.

It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time

Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not 

Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.


I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey 

When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door

Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin

My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been 

Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello

And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me

Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.


This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea 

With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.

I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and

Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have 

A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more 

Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of

Having my very good company and having a good conversation

With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.


So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served 

Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned

To face me and started to share with me many  things that have

Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was 

More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all

Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little

Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked

Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in

Deep into one of his shirt  pockets and gently brought out ...



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016


April.27.2016


~ Authors Notes:

To be continued soon in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2.  :))
Form: Narrative

Some Time In Morning

some time in the morning
i rise above the petty and smell the flowers
i take a walk and become lost in the flow of the water
the sun is young and smiling
the breeze is free and swaying
the birds are feeling more melodic than usual
the day is moderate....the feeling is serene

some time in morning
i accentuate the positive and kiss the lips of the spiritual peace
the skies are swimming pools perfectly maintained
the clouds are cotton with a softness that transcends the zone of comfort
the day is carefully moving
i myself am feeling more energetic than normal
the day is trendsetting....the feeling is breakfast without major thought
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Poem of the Day

P-oems that have a message or say something bright.
O- r one that is well written and leaves you feeling light.
E- xpresses feelings deep inside and gives one pause and thought.
M- aking an important point or a dream we've sought.

O- r mayhap just to bring a smile to another's face.
F- or poetry is read for fun and to add to life some grace.

T- rying to find fault with friends only breeds contention.
H- elping, healing, having fun is the sites intention.
E- leminate the negative, accentuate the positive.

D- o things that make you happy.
A- ccept the differences in others.
Y- our talent is wasted on negativity.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member the - still - new year

This is a new year, remember? I’m unshakeable, 
I want to live harder but somehow sleep more.
I want to be successful and reinforce my self-image.
I’d like to rely less on my sharp edges and accentuate my softness.
I don’t want to dwell on America’s chaos - the crazy to crazier pipeline.
 
But, oh, geez, it must be Monday..
Trump accused Ukraine of starting the war, but my alarm was going off and I missed it.
Trump threatened US allies for opposing his takeover of Greenland, while I brushed my teeth.
He said, “the US shouldn't have 2026 midterm elections,” while I was in the shower.
He said since he didn’t win a Nobel Prize, he wouldn’t prioritize peace, while I had croissants.
He swore ‘reckoning and retribution’ after ICE agents shot a woman, while I was on the metro.
After an unplanned CAT scan, Trump said he was ‘sharper than ever’- while I was walking to school. 
He called Democrats a ‘criminal organization’, for pointing to his Epstein ties;  but I was having coffee.
He said the Reiners were murdered because they didn’t like him, but I was in anatomy class.
Trump claimed the U.S. would "run" Venezuela, while I was in an auditorium lecture.
Trump cited his Trump Golf Club wins as proof of his health, while I was in analyses-lab
He accused his own bureau of "rigging" job data to undermine him, while I was in practical-lab.
Trump linked Tylenol use to autism and revived false vaccine-autism ties - while I had pizza.
In a singular moment of clarity, Trump told his critics to "rot in hell," I missed it, I was studying.
He labeled reports of rising costs, and job losses a “Democratic hoax," but I was still studying.
A Ford employee shouted an Epstein question, Trump replied “ you” and flipped him off.
The employee was fired, of course, a citizen can’t go ruffling Trump like that, with free speech - I missed it, I was back on the metro.
 
I don’t miss constant exposure to the Trump circus - he’s just wearing you people down. 
After three more dumpster-fire years of Trump - what’ll be left over there?
Good luck America, I love you.
.
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A song for this:
Excuse Me Mister by Gale Garnett
Red rubber ball by The Cyrkle

Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks"  =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered! 
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4

Piece De Resistance Lauded

Pièce De Résistance Lauded...

Ninety years April 9th 1929
after maiden USA début
hoop fully more than a few
remain, a filial connection
I can cultivate and hew

cuz, the ghost o' me late
mother, would be Jew
(red eye with swollen tears),
bull lent beef hoar, aye rue
permanent AWOL of papa,
whose paternal Zayda, I never knew!

He, pulled off a top aerospace
rocket launched secrete tete a tete
impossible mission an ace legendary
sharpshooter, sans Aaron Harris
firearms passion never did abate

spewed spear shaped ammunition
in league with the missus to create,
who no surprise hapt tubby his bedmate
launched payload with joint consent
(plus bonus) re: private effort to satiate

call of the wild hit targeted bullseye
(eggs cell lent lucky shot) did initiate
genesis nine months later begetting
an audacious, industrious, rambunctious
bouncing baby boy with black curls atop pate

christened Boyce Brandon Harris
bright eyed infant bestowed with brilliance,
brawn, and bravado quickly evinced late
tent smarts landed lad admittance schools
geared to those who did accelerate

with mathematics and sciences, which
positive accolades since a lil whippersnapper
family and academicians did accentuate,
thus stellar classroom dedication, diligence
dogged nose to grindstone did accommodate

him being courted by prestigious storied
halls of education kickstarting promising
future and adequate income to accumulate
ample to live comfortably within middle

class economic (March madness) bracket,
and provided basic creature comforts fate
blessed him, and Harriet Harris nee Kuritsky
with this sole son and two daughters, I advocate
as exemplary siblings (despite) contention,
which required lifetime to agglomerate,

and estranged relationship with me father
coalescing into pleasant raport, adolescent
chomped at the bit, and
did fidget, cower, and alienate
experienced palpable tension
as though a "FAKE" wall, 
I could not eradicate!

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