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It was late at night
Perhaps a little past midnight
When arrived at last to my quinsy little house
And unexpectedly I was greeted by my friend The Mouse.
He looked so delighted to see me once more after a long day again
He told me I have an important message from the Queen and her counsel-men
It seems there was something for me to share with all the fairies, leprechauns and gnomes
Dwarves, half-lings, trolls, elves, pixies and dragons too for a better way to teach the children from Fairyland their ABC.
The Fairy Queen was concerned and worry of late,
It seems in Fairyland they were not enough teacher candidates
To teach our Fairy Children all over the land how to read
She had noticed that parents were just too busy, about this they all agreed.
So, she's now organizing an emergency meeting for all in Fairyland to attend as soon as possible
She realizes that this and other problems cannot be by her anymore acceptable
A meeting is to take place after she has consulted it by tomorrow with me
Everybody is invited by the Fairy Queen herself to come to the Fairy Ball Auditorium.
The Queen is planning it seems a most wonderful Fairy Ball after her council with me its over
So honored I am to be invited by the Fairy Queen herself as I always have been
After all I am Nindo, King of the Forest Gnomes and her Royal Adviser and most devoted royal friend.
Its clear that I am expected anyway by royal duty and command to this party to attend.
So I better let you go and say here my goodnight to you since I got so much to do now
I am sending back right away a Thank You to the Queen with a letter of you know-how
With all this carry-on and excitement I am just looking forward to a goodnight sleep
Tomorrow at break down I shall see again my Fairy Queen and for Fairyland our cares to keep.
Off I am going now for a wonderful night rest
I want to look better tomorrow, to be my best!
So happy I am to live here in this enchanting place we all called Fairyland
So close to nature with all my Little People and with the beautiful Fairy Queen that to us all here commands.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright2004
October,27,2014
Eyes that can't see clearly,
Ears that can't hear keenly
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
I hated the moments you called me a boy that's dense...
It just doesn't make sense...
Hence, I think up on other notions...
Fenced in by my own ignorance
Hoping to gulp down solution-potions as soon as possible...don't be discouraged by the delighted demeanor of commotions (don't give up by the mere overload of fitting in, even if it means indulging in short-term satisfaction)
Yeah...let that sink in...
I made a lot of these lines up through thick and thin
I'm not bragging...I'm just relieved to let it all out
At least everyone who reads this know what I'm about...(glad that readers know my character)
Delete the history of sexual immortality that has been detected in my life, oh Lord Most High...
In other words, forgive me of my downfalls that took away my virginity of vitality
Truth hurts honestly...lies are fickle frankly - that, I can't deny or make up a white lie to try to cover it with a useless try
My lightbulbs of ideas are dimming as night unfolds into a brand-new morning...yay, yet another night of insomniac, maniac pleasure beyond measure...
Sorry, I can't help...
B-b-but be stimulated
I whisper and yelp...
From the inside, I am humiliated...jaded...hated...degraded by discouragement that has been anticipated (typical cycle of negativity that people with bipolar go through in some phases)
There's a light in goodbye
There's a twinkle in your eyes
Rumor has it that you've become so shy
There are truths behind the lies
Documents of deception have stimulated my utter humiliation (being misled by conspiracy theories has made me embarrassed)
Abashed to say the least...
These words are just not beast...
Maybe I'm just assuming again as usual
I'm just in need of God's faith fuel
I pray that all suffering ceases from the ones that deserve it
Because...not everyone will absorb this poem internally...they will take it as just-another **** fit
Sorry...I wrote and said so many bad words
I don't belong in the herd of good birds
I feel misunderstood...
My nature and my outlooks in reality is not always of good
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
~God Wants You~
(Free Flow )
God can have anything that He desires as you may know by now,
But He wants you to come to Him if you do in your own time,
Because that's what you really choose to do with your life
And God gave us all the will to choose between wrong and right
God wants you to accept Him as soon as possible, because 'He loves you' and,
That's what you really want to do with the rest of your life,
And not because you have to, God doesn't have to force anyone,
He didn't created any robots, but created us perfect in His own image
There are innumerable times when we find ourselves faced
With terrible tribulations and undesirable pain and sorrows,
And when we don't know with certainty what to do or where to go
Jesus wants to be right there with you in all your problems and your woes
God wants you to accept His only Begotten son, the One who died for you and me,
Jesus wants to be the center of your life and come to live inside your heart too,
God wants to be always there with you and me for the rest of our remaining days,
He wants you to seek Him and call Him every time that you may need Him to…
There are many who only seek Him and call out His mighty name in times of trouble,
And God so loving and forgiving wants to be there with you always, no matter what,
He desires more than anything your unconditional love and prayers to Him, in everything that you do,
He just wants to be your best friend, and cherish every single happy and sad moment everywhere, with you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
December.04.2016
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 )
CHAPTERS OF MY LIFE
Discrete chapters containing several happenstances
compose book of LIFE: An automatic process.
Life is not a continuous function.
Sometimes monotonous, sometimes glorious,
sometimes success to assure,
sometimes failure to endure.
Sometimes rapture to capture,
Or despair not at all rare.
YET ONCE
TOLERANCE in my childhood was compulsion
in hostile domestic atmosphere.
A helpless innocent girl in turmoil of domiciliary turbulence
had to spend suffocated days
being deprived of Mom’s love.
Dad’s affection and Grandma’s care brought little solace.
SILENCE broke on start of adolescence.
Firmly determined to attain free independent life
as soon as possible
but circumstances were not permissible.
As lone fighter, I became self-trained.
My dad implemented Universal Moral Values in me
to shape my life.
I tried best to lead a disciplined life
on path of Truth and Honesty.
Always attended associates
with compassionate generous heart
When cheated, my hatred discarded
the offender.
Never compromised with Lies and Malice.
Completed duties, enjoyed Life.
Most ambitions are fulfilled.
Greatest happiness to raise up children
up to my satisfaction.
BUT NOW
All achievements are turned into junk.
Life seems meaningless.
Whatever potentiality still I hold
lying indolent supine
not to define
me anymore.
Future too short: Running useless through last phase.
11/17/ 20
Second Place
'Its a part of Life....... Contest by Silent One
"All Yours (Mar 26 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Spring or autumn, leaves bloom or fall,
Everything seemed to offer me immense happiness
As long as we stayed together.
Harshest of weather, extremes of cold
Still felt quite romantic
Because the warmth from him was better than that of a jacket.
Monsoons were our all time favorite.
It was during one such rain we had met
And ever since it had been our favorite.
Making hot chai together and sharing the same pakoras,
Singing and dancing without the umbrella in the rain used to be fun.
Playing football in the mud had a entirely different feel.
We never had the fear of catching cold interrupt us
Because the care and love we would get in return far surpassed everything else.
Unlike other days, I could feel my every breath tell his name
and the the wind that blew speak of our love.
It was his birthday!
I returned from office as soon as possible
to bake my special cake for him this time.
I had made his favorite Red velvet perfectly on time.
His car honk from the end of the street would tell me of his coming.
Rushed out with excitement only to see my nerves coil and heart bleed.
There was this truck that was over-speeding
And it was much evident that the driver had lost control over it.
My love, he was on his way back when both of them collided.
My heart skipped it's beat and I ultimately had to be the witness to see this tragedy.
The glass from the window broke and it pierced his skin.
He had hit the glass with soo much force and now his blood was on the road. For every drop of blood that fell, I could feel my heart getting broken
and myself becoming numb.
My body froze with my eyes fixed on him.
I wanted to be with him but my leg didn't cope up.
It had turned ice cold as I could see his face being disfigured
and blood being spilled.
I don't remember anything that happened next.
It was his last birthday ever!
The wind no more sang the story of us being together
But my heart knows that he will always live through me.
Six feet below
That is where I go
To spend forever,
Some souls come and some souls go
But I will rather home it here,
Far away from humans inhumanity
Far from chicanery
Of a world gone mockery,
I thought it would be long
But after the bang
It was just so simple,
From the gun, a bullet just single
Splattered the juice grisly,
And the gape red and livid
Made a clean breast.
The place of burial
The sweetest place to be
No sweetest place like this,
With a practiced ease
The priest glasses on the nose
Read the requiem,
A little prayer, and a little hymn
And the body lay in sweet repose,
Truth, the day of death
Better than the day of birth,
And my wife Elizabeth
Her eyes fixed on my casket,
Thinking maybe be if she was responsible,
I presumed she would get married
As soon as possible,
And my son; sweet and sad
But never so sweet to stop his dad.
I thought it would be long
But after the bang
It was just so simple,
From the gun; a bullet just single
Splattered the juice grisly,
And the gape red and livid
Made a clean breast.
The place of burial
All of the wealth and money,
Couldn’t buy a peace like this
And all the drugs, and all the fame;
Could not make same
Like a rolling mass of water,
Life comes to naught;
I will rather not go higher
But sun down; it is just cozier,
As the body goes on the descent
I remembered the gun that lay implicated;
Besides the bloodied head that lay nascent,
And the eyes that opened supplicated,
As everyone threw the dust to dust;
And departed,
Never a backward glance,
I waved and looked around askance,
Masses of tombstones spread like malignant cancer,
And a gang of royal busts;
Nestling among flourishing roses and sure cedars,
And here is welcome to forever!
Chorused some new friends that smile,
For this is your place of burial.
WHEN THE FROG GROWS HAIRS
To her, my sister Santa Pe
Slim and pretty
Our mother wanted to marry
As soon as possible
But she didn't want to do.
Forced, she met a boy
That he loved her
But she didn't even want
Nor in photography.
As he invited her to Cinema España
To see the movie Salon Kitty
A luxurious Berlin brothel
That the Nazis used as a cover
Of espionage and sexual misdeeds
In which Helmut Berger works
That she loves and adores
She accepted the invitation.
At midnight they went to the cinema
And the very naughty
As soon as they sit in the seats
Lights out
Starting the movie
The rogue was going to the chestnut
His sword out and outstretched
With the intention of penetrating
Or that she rubbed it.
-Stop right there, stay still, wimpy
Santa Pe told him.
I know what you want
I know where you're going
I know what you've come for
Do you want to charge the entrance
Sticking your sword up my thighs.
Go dig chives
Or to your mother, fool.
I will give you my love
When the frog grows hair.
He put the sword in his fly
Grumpy, sad and heartbroken
Left the cinema
ting on the mother
That Santa Pe gave birth.
She was happy, very happy
Watching how Helmut Berger
ed good girls
And, once ed
He offered them to German officers.
She also saw how
Some dwarfs with swastikas on their es
ed Jewish prisoners
Trying to make them
Prostitute agents.
Her mother was on the balcony
She was on the balcony
To see if her daughter came.
When she saw her approach the balcony
Her mother asked:
- How about daughter?
How did it go?
She happily replied:
-Mother, he is the third one that I send for a walk.
Nobody is telling me:
"Open your clam, Margarita
That I want to charge the entrance”.
With my clam, mother
I don't intend to earn a living.
As he drove away from the bank his cell
phone rings.
"Hello what's up Mecca?" "The deal with
the Asians
is taking place right now. They want one
thousand for a pound
of heroin". "Mecca hold off until I get
there" Commanded Malik. Malik increased
his
speed from 40mph to 55mph. Pulling
onto the premises of the old
Condemned high school Malik killed his
engine. Getting out of his car
he ran over to where the deal was taken
place. Jade the leader of the Jade
Dragons greeted Malik with a firm
handshake. Jade was a tall good looking
Chinese woman with plump lips and a
small nose. "Where have you been?"
snaped
Jade. "Where's the product? I want this
over with as soon as possible" replied
Malik.
"It's in the trunk of my car I'll bring it to
you." Walking to her car Jade thought
weather she
should tell Malik about her idea of
merging the two groups. With her and
Malik as king and
queen of the organization. Returning from
her car Jade handed Malik the heroin for
him to inspect
it. Sastified with what he saw Malik
motion for Mecca to pay Jade the
money.
Taking the money from Mecca Jade
waved Malik over. Looking him in the
eyes Jade told him she
would like to have a private meeting.
Agreeing to the meeting Malik gave Jade a
hug.
Whispering in her ear for her to meet him a
Club Envy Sunday at 12:00 midnight. "Ok
no one else is to
come with you are me. Just the two of us"
Jade told Malik. Taking their leave
The Black Crime Syndicate top ranking
members wanted to know what Malik and
Jade was talking about.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown
Philosopher
When I attend a wake I always try to arrive a short time after the service starts, this way it gives some of my friends and relatives some time to get there and I can share my grief and sorrows with them.
This particular time I had to make it there quickly and get in and get out as soon as possible because I had to get home to prepare for a special guest that was coming to my house.
I had scheduled this date weeks before the death of the person who had died and I just couldn't reschedule it because my guest had a full list of places he had to go and get to, he was only in my area for that evening.
So that being said, I was actually the first person to sign the register book at the service, that has never happened to me before. As the services went on people started showing up out of the woodworks.
The person who had lost his life was well known in my area and knew everyone that I knew so as guests started showing up I was spending some time with them grieving and sharing memories together.
As time went on people that I haven't seen for years were showing up. My first friend in pre-school, my teacher, the first girl I kissed way back in grammar school. Aunts , uncles, and heck, even my ageless grandparents showed up.
Suddenly, I realized that I got so involved with meeting everyone again, that I completely forgot that I had to get home and prepare for my special guest.
I saw everyone that attended the service and found myself there all alone looking down at the closed coffin.
Then, out of nowhere, the guest that I had to get home to prepare for, walked through the double doors, stood beside me, and said "no worries son, are you ready for your wings now"