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~Compassion~
(Rhyme)
Compassion is something wonderful that we all should feel,
Every human being should experience it just like love everyday,
God surely shows His divine love and compassion to all of us,
He does it in everything and all that we go through
So let's show always our love, caring and compassion for other folks,
I know that there are so many folks out there who suffer too,
They're just going through a lot of sorrow, loss, and pain today,
It's not really hard to show sympathy, and give them a helping hand too
Charity and compassion should start right in our homes,
Just give it to all your friends and family members as well too,
It is part of our original make-up when God created us,
God expect us not only to show Love but Compassion, to everyone too
Compassion is not just an emotion, it's something more we all should feel,
It's something very natural embeded in each of us as human beings too,
And it doesn't take too much to demonstrate it to just about anyone around,
It can be a smile or just a kind word, to someone who may need it a lot too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.04.2016
Shadows detach at dusk to sneak silently away
to roost together like bats in rookeries,
hanging upside down, wrapped in black mantles, gossiping.
Each shadow reborn each morn seeks out its host
like a parasite seeking sustenance and succour,
for a shadow detached is inanimate and non-existent.
Shadows need light and objects to cast silhouettes
to give shadows life, substance and vitality.
Only things of this world cast shadows,
So things and beings that cast no shadow are spooky.
Shadows follow you around mirroring every move you make.
In endless shadow-puppet performances
they often give you away when you sneak up,
and showcase your slinks and skulks when you slither away.
The brighter the light the stronger the shadow.
Multiple lights cast multiple shadows.
Shadows are too dark and foreboding of death and evil to be friends
For shadows are cast by the living, the dead and lifeless things.
But only the living animate shadows into life.
They are like some other beings altogether
the cry more animal than human
wordless pathos,musical,disturbing
They have gone back to a troubled and imagined infancy
but no mother responds to such a nightmare of overgrown voice boxes
the cry of a rabbit wolf in a trap
it’s the shriek in the wall cry of a baby in a nightmare.
Nicholas cries for Sylvia in the inverse of a dream
and so it will be for you and me
Trapped in this old body with its old brain
on and on they cry
help me, help me,help me
nurse nurse
I want the manager I want the manager
I don’t want to be here I don’t want to be here
I want to go home
Help me
we don’t listen because they have dementia
what they say has no meaning.
that’s our defence mechanism.
I am the norm
You are abnormal
but you smiled when I asked you if you would like your hair dyed pink
and I know you love the music therapist.
Your smell repels
Alas
Is this where Jesus dwells
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
You are far away now
Off in fields of gold
Dappled with evenings hot velvety light
90 degrees of separation has dulled the sword
eased the pain
The grasshoppers chirp in unison to your labors but they no longer ache in your solar plexus
Nor mine
What sweet sorrow is loss and gain
I now walk down the very paths I have always so longed for
the dark rich peat paths of happiness
contentment oozes from these fingertips as I write and I wonder if happiness is poetry
Or does it preclude it all together
The night sky fills with stars
The stars fill with fire flies that burst out of them like infinitesimal lightning bolts
jettisoned to my soul
he and I chase storms on decks swirled in smoke
We banter and bay at one another
you are in a field of gold somewhere
or beside
a river bed
The smell of the wet earth of shore beneath you reaches me… but momentarily
dismissed as the ash of the bonfire of a week ago fire or the grill of last night’s
unbelievably tasty ribs he concocted from air for me and me alone
but then we shared with so many
dinners
Lingers on my lip tips…the bottom edge
I kiss him and mean it with all I am
A being
a re-being
Super beings are we
all
and our colors wash
upon the canvas of my life
melding into one great magnificent us
Spectacular are we
the creatures who so love life
we give our only begotten selves to each other
and never ever forsake
us
As firm shield protecting vulnerable Earth,
Atmosphere spreads, surrounds: At most worth
for diversity of life just to circulate.
Atmospheric pressure always controls climate.
Presence of Atmosphere needed for home and hearth.
Living beings breathe in atmosphere after birth.
Atmospheric pressure changes its attitude,
goes on decreasing with increase in altitude.
Force exerted per unit area by air
defines Atmospheric Pressure to declare.
Weather changes day by day and in each season.
Variation of Air-Pressure is the reason.
Rise and fall in Atmospheric pressure
will predict and provide exact answer
of storms, rains, tsunami or cyclone to forecast
probable sunny days or might clouds burst?
The three hooded beings came stealthily, silently, secretively.
The cobblestones gave nothing away as they sneaked past a few.
I saw them, and wondered, but did not realize they were heading for me.
It was too late to run, and my weapons were nowhere in sight.
I thought I could take the one on the left
But the sword-carrier would no doubt run me through if I did.
The one in the middle looked the most dangerous; for he held two swords.
One of them began to laugh.
The sound was chilling; my muscles tensed.
Cornered, I knew I would die here.
Don’t you recognize me, Sister?
It was my twin and her odd friends, having fun.
She had never seemed more dangerous which is saying a lot.
For she has always been diabolical and mean.
I knew then I was in sincere danger.
A complicated issue may often be better understood
By breaking it down into a few undeniable facts.
This is especially helpful with comprehending
An issue that is new, or unfamiliar.
For example:
Thomas Jefferson was a famous American,
A man of many accomplishments.
He was a scholar, a scientist,
An inventor, an author,
A musician, a statesman,
A president, and a plantation owner.
As a plantation owner,
He was also a racist,
A slave owner,
And a rapist
Who exploited the labor
Of fellow human beings
For his own profit.
That is all verifiable history.
It’s as simple as that.
Let the truth be told.
That’s critical race theory.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SALLY HEMINGS & EMMETT TILL
If we all tried our best,
To do everything we can
To make the world a better place
And to embrace our fellow man
Our skins may be of a different colour.
Our brains form the same.
We are all human beings,
With different cultures and names.
We should celebrate the differences,
That adds interest and intrigue
To a life that would be mundane
Full of self-interest and greed
How would we survive,
If we were all the same?
Our education would be limited,
And some would go insane
Because of intermarrying
One of your kith and kin
What a state of affairs
It would put the world in.
Whatever race we are
Be it black, white, red, or yellow
Our inner core is the same
Born a girl or fellow
War makes unrest
It never makes peace,
If this were so
Wars would cease,
Individual inner peace
The peace that calms the soul,
War solves nothing
It takes its toll
In every facet of life
Causing bloodshed and strife
So before we crumble and fall
Individuals, one and all
Give your best
And The Almighty will do the rest.
the spectacle of beauty claims supremacy
inticing soceity in spells which last endlessly
portraying tendencies to embody our community
no defense of immunity- all fall victims to its feet
from the commons to the elite- its facits are discrete
its seeks its enemies by engulfing their thoughts
with no force, entering your conscious as a trojan horse
using your mind as the source to your emotions
evoking instant devotion through meager words spoken
submerged in an ocean of opposing brain waves
to enslave mortals in ways of an enigma maze
which you portray as being tangled in the web you wove
in which you seemingly chose to configure and rove
and with each embracement or concealing of lips
ascends you to a new level of bliss
and temporarily answers the question why you exist
its mere presence extracts your from dark depression
soft words of passion leave eternal impressions
and each session gone wrong acts as a lesson
there are societies that marvel at how my power mends man
and how stupid fools put bands upon somones hand
and expect that grants them an everlasting relation
but bonds are cracked by inticing looks of infatuation
acts of deviation onset to experience its partner sex's sensations
people have vowed and longed for it since the begining of time
even in divine, in passion god created mankind
and sent 2 beings perfectly crafted from above
whos emotions soared upon the cleratic wings of the dove
cause behind every action stands the face of love.............
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