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The Lottery called Time —
Each Ticket bears a Name —
We draw by Breathing — one by one —
And none may cry — Unfair!
The Wheel is turned by Silence —
The Hand we never see —
It grants a Dawn — denies a Noon —
With equal Courtesy —
Some win a Moment’s Radiance —
A brief — bewildering — Prize —
Some hold but Ashes — warm from Hope —
And some — the Long Good-byes —
The Numbers fall like Petals —
From Calendars — undone —
A Life — may hinge upon a Beat —
Or miss — by less than One —
Yet still we stake our Heart — entire —
Against the Odds — unknown —
For Faith itself is Chance — refined —
And Love — the Wager thrown —
If I should lose — I keep the Draw —
For Living — was the Fee —
And even Loss — declares — at last —
I played — Eternity —
As the battalion races into battle
You can hear a Saber rattle
But as we charge with guns a blazing loud
He can be seen, leading the crowd
A Ghost on horseback brilliant white
In his suit of armor a scary sight
No one can believe their eyes it seems
He should only be seen in blood curdling dreams
But to us he is as real, as we are
Like us has traveled very far
Not in miles, but in time
Like a hero in a nursery rhyme
As we charge on and vanquish our foe
A thousand soldiers all in a row
He leads by example from the front
The cannon fire, he bears the brunt
Can the enemy see him we all think?
Or is it only us, and a curse of the drink
Imaginary or real boldly we wonder
We frightened soldiers in a politicians blunder
As the battle rages, he disappears as quickly as he came
And none of us even knew his name
~ Mountains ~
(Double Choka)
Over the mountains
Sun shines in all its splendor
Beautiful trees stand out tall
Birds assemble there
Eagles soar right to the top
Wild flowers covers the ground
Blue mountains stand grand
Deers and bears roam all around
Eyes can't get enough nice scene
All trees seem to glow
You can feel God's loving touch
Breathe in enjoy all the view.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.24.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes :
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
I'm unlike some writers who find the trash bin handy.
I backspace, or I extract the intended, that is, Mirror, Mirror, cut-n-paste, leaving in its wake, helter-skelter.
Other writers toss their helters, better known as frustrations.
I keep mine, clueless as to what hornet nest or lotto numbers, whereto, I don't play.
There was an online newspaper story just after I posted Part VI.
'Twas too late for an inclusive entry, and I felt that I'd be privy to the marred and shame attributed to the news media in whatever be its venue, re: sensationalism.
Howbeit, not for its uproar it bears mentioning similarities that, Mirror loop of four with Isle gone vs the newbie loop of 800 years nigh U.S. cities of their sleeping volcanoes--our volcano not active on top, but below--constantly Hellish.
As I said, the intervening factor is probably just that.
I'm back home now, staff said there was a passing tropical storm, a couple of days ago, that's it.
The upcoming cash contest should be out by Tuesday the 3rd. Hopefully, the next cash contest will start on the same day.
Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve,
The fabric of nature unravels into an inscrutable residue of secrets,
Far from the world’s gaze, in the salt of the wilderness, a different essence is born,
Even bare sterility embraces the enigma that deceives and soothes us.
From the illusion of light-years, a whiff of earth mixed with saffron,
Nature caught in the dance of an eternal flame, inscribes upon the planes of existence,
Odes to the wind, where meadows bow to reveal a hidden-lost utopia,
The delicate sign of the sky bears ethereal symbols, home of the precious wild clover.
Deep down, at the root, where the echo of initiation throbs and writhes,
The whispers of a partial eclipse weave a complicit veil over myrrh footprints,
Nestled in the maple leaf, the wave of blood becomes intimately red,
Rustle of life in our spread, a solitary armchair beneath blue draperies.
Thus, I begin to merge with the threshold of mystery of beginning and end,
To immerse myself in the enigma of the opulent soul, the scent of ash and quake,
Outrunning the saintly stride, seeking the heart as a celestial sanctuary,
Stepping into the labyrinth called love, a portal to the heart named eternal.
The robin sings beyond the gate,
The lilacs breathe the air of spring,
And morning, with her hands of light,
Awakens every living thing.
The child unborn, the aging man,
The weary soul who walks alone,
Each bears a spark against the dark,
A fragile flame that is his own.
If life is sacred at its dawn,
When hidden from the human eye,
What changes in the turning years
That makes another fit to die?
The stars do not divide their light,
The rain does not choose where to fall;
The earth beneath our passing feet
Receives and shelters one and all.
I ask no answer from the wind
That wanders through the silver trees,
Only a question soft and still
That trembles on the evening breeze:
If life is holy from the first,
A gift no hand should cast away,
Can it be less a gift at dusk
Than when it greeted us at day?
A cold wind is briskly blowing
and the last leaf has finally fallen.
You can smell it in the frigid air,
Winter has come knocking once again.
Lazy grey clouds laugh at the sun
and the odor of chimney smoke prevails.
Heavy coats are clutched even tighter,
as the days gradually grow shorter.
The birds have just migrated South
on stiff wings to warmer climes.
Squirrels have been hard at work
stocking their nests with oaken gifts.
The mighty bears have been fattened
for the annual slumber so badly needed.
Wolves are packed tightly in dens,
or searching for meat to feed their young.
Children eagerly await the first heavy snow,
with the anticipation of schools closing.
Mothers must now purchase soft tissues
for the runny noses that will surely follow.
All around, anxious shoppers are preparing
for the coming of the frantic holiday season.
Quickly and quietly going about their day,
while weathering the winds of change.
So I asked my little Kublai with his big sad face
Where are the doggy toys that once litter the place
No chewy ball, no pull rope or bone of cloth
No toy birds or animals how did so much get lost
Kublai pointed his nose and glanced his eyes
Toward the fury Genghis caught by surprise
Genghis stretched his front legs and let out a yap
Rolled on his back and purred like a cat
Wagging his tail and licking Kublai face
But nothing could make up for what had taken place
Kublai growled and snapped at his little friend
Genghis dived under the bed his tail following him
Now Kublai be nice no fighting will resolve
We need little Genghis for this mystery to solve
So I bent down to get Ghengis from under my bed
This is what I saw with covers over my head
It looked like Noah's Ark had disembarked
A hundred plastic eyes stare at me from the dark
With flash light I begin to see
Little fury faces staring back at me
There were lions tigers and bears
A raccoon who had lost his hair
Squirrels and chipmunks a sock monkey or two
Cats and rabbits and a toy dog of blue
A tailless whale, a duck without his beak
A mouse and a hedgehog who had chewed feet
A elephant and donkey to be politically correct
A horse with mange a giraffe with a sore neck
There was a seal and rubber balls
A wingless goose and a zebra I recall
A headless clown, another mouse and armadillo
With stuffing of white exposed from these fellows
As I freed each toy into the light
Kublai happily dance with delight
After I removed the hippopotamus
There hid Genghis who brought this upon us
He crawled out from under his lair
His head was down from shame and fear
But I picked up the little growler and gave him a hug
And Kublai licked his face without a grudge
So now there is a legend within our home
If ever it seems all the toys have roamed
We know where to seek and free them
Under the bed in Genghis's Kingdom.
I Lost Him
I've seen the world
been with many men
had my share of flavors
lifes been good
very good at times
I've seen the pent house
and ghettos
the rose gardens
and railroad tracks
the beaches
and low rises
I've seen it all
I've
had my ups and downs
I don't lie
I've been
with governors and lowlifes
with church bells and vices
the laughter and tears
there were many good memories
many
to save and to take back
and to take from my life
to take
snap shots dear to my heart
lifes been good
very good at times
the worst day of my life, though
was many years ago on Christmas day
I was at home for the holidays
with innocence and good cheer
in my heart,
yet
in my innocence
at trusting life and mankind
and blind faith
to what now proves to my detriment
yes
when someone uprooted my life
like black bears running down river
tearing me apart again and again
when somebody broke into my life
somebody
and stole
my love, my heart
my only joy, a part of me
my parrot,
my one and only true love
I cried that Christmas day
tears of pain and sorrow
so uncontrollably,
unconditionally
my parrot, my parrot forever gone
oppressed
suppressed in voice
lifted from my spirits
from thieves in the night,
like black bears ripping me apart,
again and again
I cried that Christmas day
and nobody understood
my parrot was gone
for good
nobody could understand
and nobody helped me
look
to see the light
in my time of need
my parrot stolen from my heart
I shake, now, with sorrow
and
since that dark day
the darkest day of my life
I vowed to make it up,
yes I do
to my beloved
parrot
connie pachecho
December 26. 2016
Come out and watch two baby dinosaurs having a match...
will they hurt each other or enjoy this experience as they stutter?
How long will it take for them until they become groggy and itch?
All kids love this kind of friendly fight as they shout," Punch harder!"
Jeff and Garry creep, trying to get closer, but they push them off
with their enormous feet groaning as two vexed grizzly bears...
" Look out, Garry...they ares aiming at you! they seem hungrier than a wolf!"
But Garry in shock replied, " Compare me to an aunt being crushed by beasts!""
Garry, getting up, finally caught his breath screaming," Keep away,
just watch them fight, we're here not to cause any troubles today!"
" Fine," Larry said withdrawing his excitement which had built up too fast,
and as the little dinosaurs continued to improve their skills, a lightening hit.
Poor dinosaurs they didn't know what was happening, they only felt the quaking ground
and quicker they fought resembling two animated robots spinning around,
trying not fall on the grass and make a hole wider than a volcano's crater...
then they gained control and went on with their fight to be amused by the kids' laughter.