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This here is... History in the making
they say imma rapper, I say no far
from it, life of a sinner yeah dats
what I used to live in, but dats past tensed
so regardless of what you think I'm
still winning despite what you think I'm still
a sanctified christian, born again gifted wit
the lyrics I spitt so in a sense, yeah I'm
ministering.
Been quiet and shy all my life and truth
be told I have no control of the role of
the dice but question? Have you ever
been able to foresee certain events in
your life? How about being told to give up
everything your pursuing in the physical
because in the spiritual is where your being
sent to fight.
Even more drastic, leaving your worldly
friends behind because on his throne is
where you're needed, and true it ain't easy
but, would you? You see I'm more than
a poet, this is more than calling, imagine
being able to possibly save a generation
that's literally fallin, imagine being born
into a rebellious generation but if one man
could change the world by the grace of God
maybe this one could save it.
So if I'm that chosen one what does that mean?
That I was chose to lead a nation, and they
love to say false idols ain't what they praising
then tell me what color is the average american
in this country is chasing.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
“Is there anyone in the back room of your bookstore?” A father asked me. “My daughter would like to know.”
“Not that I’m aware of.” When I answered…the father’s face began to glow.
“My daughter is obsessed with ghosts.” He said. “And she is certain…without a doubt…she heard a ghost in your back room…trying to get out.”
For me to explain the reason behind this phenomenon would, scientifically speaking, be a mistake…but when someone opens the front door to our store…our back door rattles and shakes.
I explained this to her father…about the quirkiness of our door…
and we both decided, when it comes right down to it,
we liked his daughter’s version more.
So I left the counter and positioned myself…poised by our front door…
while her father walked back to tell his daughter there is a ghost in our bookstore.
On her father’s signal I opened the doors…with flare (if I was given to boast).
and we both watched his daughter stop…and stare…and wonder about our ghost.
She was smiling as she ran to the counter.
“I heard your ghost.” She cried.
In all my years upon this Earth I’ve never seen eyes so wide!
She left with a couple of ghost books in her hands and a huge smile on her face…
ever-confident she heard the ghost who resides within this space…
When I was young Halloween was special…in ways at the time I did not know…
my mom would cut two holes in a sheet…and off, as a ghost, I’d go.
It was all about the candy I’d amass…trick-or-treating everywhere….
But this Halloween will always be special…I’ll always cherish standing there…
being reminded of the wonder of family
meeting the ghost in our back room…
and the child who first heard it there.
She says she
has no life regrets
I envy
Miss Cricket
yet I wonder how she's lived
this long without one?
I wonder
was it worth it all?
To go through
life without
learning anything at all-
to end where you start?
She thinks so
maybe she forgets
unkind words
broken hearts
the things we all leave behind
wish we could take back
No one needs
to live in regret
all the time
yet somehow-
I think we need to regret
certain things in life
Such as the
arrogance of youth
rude, thoughtless
envious
things we have said, not knowing
impact they would have
Regret can
be the best teacher
painful, but
lessons we
will never forget, amid
pain we cause others
Sometimes our
regret pushes us-
self-centered
self-seeking
hedonistic and hurtful-
back toward kindness
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
Being a child of the sixties
here in the UK life was a treat
such variety in all the shops
contrasts aplenty so much to meet
The history of the department store
goes way back to 1900s no less
since then to this our modern-day
where so much change became a mess
Debenhams, House of Fraser and John Lewis
were really big names in their day
but bad times come even the big ones
with Covid and economic depression so grey
Remind oneself of the American influence
one certain Harry Gordon Selfridge came
to change the UK shopping forever
vision was evident to inspire his game
Our departmental stores so much loved
now looking back reminiscence afresh
the future now no one knows it
but this demise so sad to simply press
Well maybe it's had its day
this world changing many a way
remember we're just lumps of clay
one day we'll all outlive our stay
(Just some thought on the demise of the British departmental store.)
Just because something has not been found wanting
transparency to shed a light on a subject with intentions
with a certain level of unravelling the knowledge questioned
It does not mean that it never existed to begin with
searching issues we live to not fear questioning the author
answers carry the evidence that truth never hides behind
the storm has clouded many minds from awakening
A calm will come when those led down the wrong path turn
the stench from such wickedness will come at harvest time
their's a separation coming for those who stand on the right side
Then the left will remember the cornerstone they rejected
we all know the sands will be shifting and the rock will remain solid
poor is the soul that has lost track of wisdom believing in the world
THE VOICE
What has been silence is now a soft sigh
Although not yet words, it’s still a voice
It will soon be maturing and have its say
And a message shared, come what may
Leaving none in doubt, with no choice
All to be somehow affected, by and by
Ever more deeply, it penetrates the soul
A resonance and rhythm, not just sound
A certain resolute tone may be detected
And yet nothing less was ever expected
With vibration in the air and the ground
As comprehension is always a final goal
Words are just like bullets in the magazine
Some fired wildly, others carefully aimed
Those who are targeted can gasp and fall
Yet some can never even take a hit at all
One can be inspired, but others shamed
A few may have turned to flee the scene
But finally, all the sighs do become quiet
All words spoken have played their hand
Some voices were softer, but others loud
Others to have just got lost in the crowd
But a critical few must try to understand
With such impact that none can deny it
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016
YET HE STANDS BEFORE HIM
AS CHAMPION.
WITH TALUS IN HAND.
BEFORE ME HE ACCEPTS THE CHALLENGE
OF A MAN WHO IS SUPERIOR AND MORE
REFINED.
I SHALL HAVE THE TALUS AND THE WOMEN OF
THIS PLACE SHALL WISH ME THE FATHER
OF THEIR CHILDREN.
THAN SHALL YOU EVALUATE THE RISK OF
NOT HAVING THE TALUS
OR SHALL YOU IMPROVE YOUR SKILLS TO MATCH MINE
THAT I'M SUPERIOR
THE NEED FOR CHANGE BRINGS POSSIBLITIES
FOR COUPLING
THE TALUS SHALL HAVE ME CHAMPION
AND CERTAIN WOMAN SHALL WANT ME
FOR THOSE REASON
THE OTHERS THAN SHALL I FIGURE OUT WHY
AS THESE CERTAINS POLISH AWAY THE FILTH OF YOUR PERSON
THEN I SHALL POSSES THE TALUS AND BE GREATEST
Don't you worry about me,Sam,
With them,I'll be as happy as I can be.
We'll make it far away to the sea,
Sailing from here to there,you'll see.
This long road must I take now,
Awaiting us is the Elven's white ship.
Somehow I'm certain that we'll get there,
To the "Undyng Lands", we'll happily go.
So many things I need to know,
Things, to make my heart again aglow.
It's been so long ago for me,
Since clear layers of rainbows, I've seen.
Today I join this journey very sad,
Hoping, that one day you'll join me too.
Without you, I'll sailing soon the sea,
But one day,we'll be together you and me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka laydp2000
copyright@2005
October,16,2014
By a clear mountain stream an enchantress sat skywriting,
her bracelets seemed to jangle a melody as her arms moved.
The wind stopped blowing lest the clouds corrupt her work.
The knight, dressed in black, wore a mask and intended damage.
His knife was clenched between his teeth, as he moved noiselessly closer
- breathing shallowly for stealth.
The birds suddenly stopped chirping. “Go home boy,” the enchantress whispered.
The knight blinked and froze but the enchantress did not look around.
She pulled a half-penny from a pouch, kissed it, and lobbed it into the stream.
The knight went from certain to vague - he sheathed his knife and wiped his lips.
“Come, drink.” the minx motioned to the stream.
As he sipped water from his cupped hands the beautiful woman
said, “Your love will bear you two sons if you’re home before dark.”
The knight wiped his hands on his trousers - nodded - and ran for his horse.
The enchantress smiled to herself as she finished her unearthly poem.