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~I Believe~
(Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the woods
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.01.2015
~Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
My God, I thank Thee for protecting me, securing my salvation
Transforming me through Thy omnipotent conversion
Guarding my soul by Thy mighty protection…
…So I can dwell in heaven’s mansion.
My Lord, I praise Thee, satisfied with Thy grace
Fortifying me upon Thy Scriptures’ brace
Granting my heart great peace, devoid of any worry-trace…
…So I can make it in the spiritual race.
My Commander, I honour Thee along Thy assured victory
Strengthening me in Thy ministry
Arming my faith by Thy truth and Gospel story…
…So I can win as Thy soldier against unrighteous infantry.
My Saviour, I adore Thee for being my light
Guiding me from worldly blight
Meeting my needs, responding to my plight…
…So I can pray in sweet communion’s delight.
My Teacher, I learn from Thee as Thou chasten my idleness
Correcting me toward effective usefulness
Awakening my selfishness by Thy warning against slothfulness…
…So I can bear fruit in Thy bountifulness.
My Master, I esteem Thee while Thou uphold my commitment
Working in me toward profitable stewardship’s engagement
Rewarding my labour by Thy encouraging assessment…
…So I can serve well according to Thy commandment.
My Christ, I worship* Thee in my spirit’s glad revival
Ushering me to Thy altar of glorious fellowship-upheaval
Empowering my service by Thy compassion’s divine festival…
…So I can obey with love for Thee, waiting earnestly for Thy arrival.
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
September 11, 2019
1st place, "Write a Psalm" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 9/26/2019.
Recall the midwife
To the cenotaph
War is over
For now at least
Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain
in tact to blow away this coming eve
Or grow from flounder's red sodden field
To flutter on a chasten solar breeze
Up and up so only downward grave
can see
So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent
Sprayed by white tailed doves formation
flying overhead
Signaling in semaphore
Death is dead once more
We've little left to fill a casket
Apart from surplus faulty armaments
Scattered across the length and breadth
of no man's lands
To carry these giant's home
To mother's
Wishing they we're never born
Or had a daughter instead
Amen
Blessed is the life that walks through clouds
For it is a pathway of grace, softness and gentility
Its meekness shall rise above such earthly shrouds
Away from hate to find tranquility
Reflections of self shall disappear
There are no mirrors here
But through our eyes that turn inwardly sincere
We see our true selves that set us genuinely free
Obscurity knows our wisdom’s key
It graces us with pure humility
It forms our souls with teachings that decree
To reach the blessed heights within the kingdom of charity
And let not our blindness chasten our inner light
For we must always trust what one cannot see
Our brightness within illuminates our fears in the treacherous night
To set our mind, soul and heart forever free
There is no beginning nor end within this path
It knows few boundaries to speak too little substance
For its faith is true and its strength steadfastly cast
With gifts of pure love with great abundance
April 22, 2021
Where Are We Headed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Dear Love,
How is life treating you?
Fair or Rudely as ruthless as she is.
The willful hope of your adamant beauty
Glows still? Or it's impeccable venom had harmed
Sundry eyes whose tongue long to taste?
How are relatives and brethrens,
Family,Friends and lovely foes?
How often does joy smile at you,
And how arrogant does boredom frown at you.
Whenever the pair switch their pace
Again,then hold the latter and free th former.
Wherever it may be,by that you'll be free,
And will see life in a new cloak girded in beauty.
I hope you're save with education?
Hope with her you're liberated?
Or is her sibling choking you?
Tell me please,Ignorance shall sterilise her.
Remember me to your heart.
Chasten its ear,that their is still an insisting
Soul that want to dwell in her.
Make it clear to her that,the insistor would remain a tenant
If she would not prepare for him,a room.
My message would not
Give you as token to stress I pray.
Yours Shattered,
Lust.
18:03:18:20:25
Dreamscape
Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.
Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon night watchman hollers hourly calls.
The stoic slept welcomes twilight approach,
Chasten slumberous surrenders dream world,
Muscled manliness stretches stints winnowed,
Mother swoon child tender desire encroach.
Abandon heads sheath will-o'-the-wisp state,
Goliath behemoths failure foiled wake,
Marooned upon drifts angels blissful break,
The golden book said, chapter, verse bears weight.
Widows paired widowers weep tears befalls,
E'er so oft descends expecting rose cheeks,
Point bold repeats shared long days spells short weeks,
Begs one's heart fair soft sweet exchange recalls.
Voiceless notes unfurl rare unwritten soul,
Strengthen brave quill effects sweet passages,
Pledge remembrance weigh all averages,
Stirs careful measure of aged well-sought goal.
Escapes upon winged flight anointed dove,
Glissades white cloud that welcomes warm dawning,
Expecting eyes embrace forth hours thawing,
Borne souls board morns star golden sleigh brought love.
2020 February 08
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT H,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
My lady wife does strange things with the lavatory brush
She stands it in the loo and then she activates the flush
But she’s my girl and not someone that I would want to chasten
Except she leaves the brush there like it’s Guardian of the Basin
I know she pours in loads of bleach in which the brush can soak
I don’t know why she does this for alas I'm just a bloke
So when I walk into the loo that brush is standing proud
Protruding from the lavvy pan as I proclaim out loud…
My darling, I’m so happy that you keep our home hygienic
But that there plastic poker in our loo is hardly scenic
So I don’t have a Labrador but what if I were blind…
You’d find me running out of here while clutching my behind
~May God~
(Anaphora)
May God always care for you
May God keep you standing tall
May God whisper in your ears words of wisdom
May God show you what you need to know
May God always have an angel for you
May God send an angel by your side
May God be there to catch you fast every time you fall
May God give you someone wonderful to love
May God teach you love untold
May God give you lots of love and hopes to keep you happy and warm
May God grant you with many gifts and long life
May God keep his eyes always on you
May God guide every single step of your way
May God keep you from each and all harm each day
May God always send an angel beside you
May God bless you with lots of wisdom and good health
May God always speak to your heart mind and soul.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.12.2016
~ Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
*Image of Hands In Mine by giphy Ruoloc.
Of A Chasten Kind
We were both in the advent moment,
In appreciation of our wants and likes were similar,
A comparison game we played,
For our desires was for another time to ponder away,
Per 'carpe diem' 'twas the name of the game,
Forthwith we did not gamble our sins,
Be another day to filter away,
And not by a whim to spin on a dime,
Yet heads or tails were a game played by one,
For in all due process, one of us had jumped the gun,
The noose was tightened and hung high,
Too high for me to judge righteously,
For my heart was still playing the game,
Not knowing you had stopped all the same and baited,
For but to steal a chance and awaken a sleeping giant,
And kindle a spark hoping to inflame a forest,
A dampen moment ill-gotten,
Gained clarity in way of doubt, the distance made short,
Apparent left speechless and a heartbeat nevertheless,
Could not perceive eyes belonged to another, claim abandoned,
The transparency ended, a future made errantly,
Lost soul took flight ends the tryst e'er made,
Now one doesn't play anymore,
For being alone 'tis no game at all.
Revised Date: 2020 March 18
Original Date: 2019 May 07
Farewell to God's Servant
Inspired by Father Mike Duggan, a Catholic Priest from Sacred Heart Church in Strathmore, Alberta.
Although we are as strangers I pray for your success,
In teaching every nation that God's Way is best....
I pray good health will chaperon wherever the Spirit will lead.
May you become noted as God's Choice and fruitful seed.
May necessity to chasten fade with the stirring of each new day...
May you know love and laughter and may your songs be light and gay.
May you seldom raise a finger to scoff or criticize
May you always view the sinner with compassionate Christ-like eyes.
May the name: Michael Duggan place a smile on every face,
And a caressing tarry within each heart that your absence will not erase.