Long Aptitude Poems
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I’ve been saying
Saying I’ve been on my own
And I’ve been saying
Saying I’m all alone
Don’t wanna be away
Away from your holidays
Yesterday it snowed
Somehow we lifted a lighter load
And I wandered
I wonder where you went
The beauty in fallen leaves
The bronze and auburn tint
Shaded by a breeze
I’ve been saying
Saying I’ve been on my own
And I’ve been saying
Saying I’m all alone
Don’t wanna be away
Away from your holidays
I’ve cursed my aptitude
Stranded
And to no one I allude
What more is there to prove
A warm touch is something I could use
I used to say, “I don’t know how to lose”
But lately I’m walking in everyone else’s shoes
I’ve been saying
Saying I’ve been on my own
And I’ve been saying
Saying I’m all alone
Don’t wanna be away
Away from your holidays
My holiday song this year
I’ve brought myself away from tears
The cold, it chills my bones
But my stones are rolling home
"a song i wrote to john mayers "waiting""
So many times when we buy new things,
This exciting feeling over takes us in, but it doesn't really last long,
I don't know if that happens to you, but it happens to me,
Possessing things can't bring us happiness all the time, you see
Material things are only to be used,they're never meant to be loved,
All things have a purpose after all, and that's to supply us with a need,
We have them only for a reason, and that's to serve us,we should never worship them,
Because they're not 'God' and our Almighty God takes over this lead
Things are not really 'who we are',our heart,mind,body,soul and spirit, they all have different
needs too,
So forget how many houses,cars or possessions you own,
What comes down in the end, are your right aptitude and your good heart,
These are the 'things' that one day in your life and head will be crown,
So when you buy new things, don't make them your 'God' you know,
Enjoy them all!But always put God and people first,just love them a lot here and now!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005-2009
March,16,2009
My Creator-endowed rays of celestial magnitude
Emit solar power, enabling Earth’s existence-plenitude
Fulfilling my commitment to rise daily with glowing altitude…
Vibrantly warming mankind toward enthusiastic attitude
I brighten the firmament while my beams awaken the multitude
Toward zealous praises for a new day along triumphant zest of gratitude…
Blowing my photosynthetic aptitude
I pursue oxygen production midst energy source amplitude
To replenish food supply, securing nourishment against crisis vicissitude…
I delight in everyone’s disposition by my sunny beatitude
While reaching-out those in solitude to bask in my jubilant quietude
Rejoicing for doing best as the “greater light to rule the day”* with certitude.
*Genesis 1:16 16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
March 25, 2024
3rd place, "Wind, Rain, Snow, Thunder or Sun in 8-12 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 4/5/2024
Potential is untapped power, not defined solely by past performance,
Potential is a latent ability, not useful until put to purposeful action,
Potential is a hidden capacity, not just a measure of immediate success,
Potential is unrealized aptitude, not limited by circumstances.
Potential is a dormant talent, not realized without effort,
Potential is undiscovered strength, not the previous achievement,
Potential is undeveloped skill, not solely determined by genetics,
Potential is the yet-to-be-harnessed reservoir, not useless, but remains so unless utilized.
Potential is a thirst for learning, not stagnant or unchanging,
Potential is the belief in progress, not bound by past limitations,
Potential is a mindset of improvement, not inhibited by fear of failure or self-doubt.
Potential is self-awareness and belief, not constrained by external opinions or societal expectations.
Potential is unexplored opportunity, not fully known until it is tested,
Potential is a seed of possibility, a gateway to greatness not yet fully explored,
Potential is getting out of your comfort zone, not only this but giving your best,
Potential is the YOU that is YET TO BE SEEN, so WHAT in you is yet to be seen, and WHEN?
Misplaced peg squirms to fit locales unfamiliar
Illformed tumbleweed pauses then departs
Traits assessed on somewhere else's charts
Easily establishes enemies, little gypsy peculiar
Streets of secrecy, social strategy a stranger
Rolls from Rockdale, Rockingham, Rockhampton
Unaided operation sketches a champion
Bulging solo aptitude, high tolerance to danger
Drifting past family structures, clutches chances
Data disposed of overflows in memory shredder
Fresh beginnings fail friendships, bewilder her
New girl novel melts before meaningful advances
Perpetually caught in premature adulthood
Intake span of someone far her senior
Gypsy next city glee denies daddy anemia
Escape keeps temptation stability should
Mystique of psychic crystal ball rub predicts
Bored people thrown on her path, until overawed
They resume stock standard sequence, abhorred
At how she moves undeterred, her hasty skips
Deliver Duke Travel, a compulsory companion
Collar stiff against any threatening storm
Gaping heart swaps masks, instant reform
Road ahead bound in belonging she imagines
23rd May
Bird flown away
Raw emotions
Churns like oceans
In my mind's eye
And my heart's cry...
Is left unheard again
Where have you been?
I will not worry
I will not hurry
I'm just concerned and I want the best for you
My ego of I'm-better-than-you is thrown out the window and front door for you too
Constructive criticism is what I need
I don't want your destructive put-downs
Humiliated as it already is...this engaging greed, I don't feed on, for it's not a good flower, but a bad weed
Don't give me demoralizing comments that gives me unhappy frowns
I earned the right
To have standards of being a positive poet wholeheartedly
I fight the good fight
To have the aptitude and ability to move on to other substantial things fortunately
We went through a De Ja Vu with a touch of Desperation
Hey who are you to say that I'm an exasperation?
I live to be a true role model inspiration
I sacrifice myself for others' sensation
"Live in the now"
Is an Incredible saying...without saying I'm just saying
Somehow I don't know how
To respond to my endless, foolish praying
Nobody cares about me...or at least it feels like it from so far away
I'm so upset because I want the spotlight when everyone else steals it from me today
I will be stronger than they'll ever know
I will go where the wicked wind will blow
I want to refrain from complaining
No more name calling...self-sustaining
Arrogant comments are not needed anywhere
Refrain from driving me insane or in utter despair
Even if it's just a hair...
Yet, you still don't care
Strikes me odd really that you are acting Real Nasty
You're something else, unfeeling and sassy
I'm not ready
It's difficult being me
I'm so unsteady
Felt this uncertainty
Throw me your confetti
Celebrate my downfall with me
I'm an overcooked spaghetti
The trash will accept me possibly
If I ran far away from yesterday,
I would compete with tomorrow
I'm in this race together with you
I will regain the strength that shines anew
Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.
Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual sadness easily prompted
can easily trigger me to cry
linkedin when grim reaper gloated
October 7th, 2020
ye did somewhat peacefully die
though methinks immortality
I did briefly espy,
when miracles of modern medicine
tried, but could not
stave off mortality nor fortify
depredations of aging concerning
one wunderkind whose accomplishments
laudatory when a young handsome guy,
whose intelligence scored high
native talent aptitude tests did imply.
The late Boyce Brandon Harris
exhibited prolific talents at young age
aside being scholastically gifted,
acquiring graduate degree
courtesy Columbia University,
freshly minted mechanical engineer
(he admirably ranked within
uppermost percentile academically),
I hashtag thy mine deceased father
(a polymath - jack-of-all-trades),
who possessed (née excelled)
at diverse creative abilities.
Aside from being schooled
as mechanical engineer,
(which courses in mathematics and science
he passed with flying colors)
his mind genetically bequeathed
to craft almost anything under the sun
evidenced first by yours truly,
the second offspring and sole son
who ofttimes felt intimidated
at being in presence
of said Renaissance man.
Handicrafts included
expending blood, sweat, and tears
to craft multitude of projects;
i. building me Flintstone (foot powered)
car with wooden license plate.
ii. making playhouse for all three
of us - his progeny.
iii. amassing wood pile(s),
to stoke wood burning stoves
iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff
(two doggone mixed breed Border Collies
rescued courtesy youngest sister
at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site)
v. constructing sauna in cellar,
The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner,
the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life,
rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars,
spread to oblivion breaking on the shore of past.
The crushed sands carve seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of decay.
Time arrow points to terrain beyond the shore,
away from the abraded wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm consumes the collapsed hopes.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the washed out wreckage of life unlived.
The withering garden garners metallic bleakness,
as the path paved outside the familiarity fence,
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the mesmeric meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemy aptitude of mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the scrap heap of abiding hope
in the Midas touched junkyard of the metallic mind.
_________________
February 19, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Choice Again Contest
I bow to
First International Star
The Iconic figure of speechless cinema.
Revolutionary Actor
creating ceremonial precedence
carrying charismatic elegance
on success of tramp character as vagrant wanderer
ensuing mockery whirling enigma.
Sweet, short silent Man acting on tricky plan
Mustache butterfly, lips pressed
Wearing bowler hat to impress
Cute cane in hand, posing as clown to stand
Cool calm, clad in cocoon of sarcasm
Always rushing in fun: Jumpy walk on right angled turn.
Geometrical movement slipping silent.
Charlie Chaplin cheerful chap
demanding deserving delightful clap.
Humorous pretty pageant
Glamorous majestic pleasant
Macrocosm of circus
Comical pose and postures
Funny witty gestures of super quality.
The Global Celebrity.
Artistic Realistic benevolence in aptitude.
Precise Perfection in plenitude.
My deep reverence
Earnest admiration and adoration
to Classic Comedian.
My emotive veneration
for presaging emblematic errand
on typical style tangling in derision.
Diplomatic Director on dauntless dogma.
I bow to
First International Star.
I Deploy Happiness and Joy,
Exuberant like a boy.
It's a brand new toy,
One you can enjoy,
Anytime,
Anyplace,
Put a smile on that face.
Feel that saving grace,
Filling the Empty space,
When your reality starts to quake.
Put on the brakes,
Accept the mistakes.
A different choice to make,
When you're about to break.
When emotions create a wake,
A wave,
Becoming their slave.
A new path to take,
Don't misbehave.
Smile.
Be brave,
Ride the brainwave.
Surf the concave,
Emotional swell.
Shred that Tube,
Don't come unglued.
Slide through that bad attitude,
With a strong mental aptitude.
Exude gratitude,
Know you're valued.
Change the mood,
A choice you'll be glad you used.
Let Happiness and Joy guide you,
As you Ride through,
your Attitudes.