Long Crispy Poems

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Premium Member Reality of Death

The day I die will be no different,
From the day before it or after,
Let not sentiments cloud the truth,
And colour the world with disaster.
the flowers will bloom just the same,
And the sun won’t change its hue,
The moon shall shine a pretty dame,
birds will chirp their early songs too.
The tears that roll down some cheeks,
shall dry up once heart ache heals,
The house I filled with my presence,
may search for me in its quiet silence.
Like the rolling ocean waves descend,
I would have rolled on in time’s trend,
Like the crispy leaves of autumn fall,
a few memories to share,if at all!


Premium Member A Simple Pleasure

A  Simple Pleasure

A simple pleasure in simple lines

Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English muffins 
Spread with marmalade.

On a rain soaked early afternoon
When raindrops tumble down rain chains,
As puddles drip from bare branches,
To settle in a comfy chair
With a warming bergamot scented
Cup of tea and little chocolate something.

And when the wind howls in icicles
And evening snow falls in frigid fingers,
Wrapping roads and rooftops in white blankets,
To view the snow blind fury from the fireside
With a spicy pekoe brew in a china cup
From garden parties long ago and faraway.

A simple pleasure in simple lines.

2-9-23
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Theme Chosen: Drinking a Cup of Tea
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Premium Member Tree Hugger

I’ll never understand
people who destroy trees.
Those stationary counterparts to humans,
have so many stories and wisdom to share.

Like the lines on faces;
each limb speaks volumes, 
about its personality.  
Each curl, a journey; with each twist, 
a curve ball is thrown its way and 
it’s forced to detour.

Where the squirrel and bird see real estate; 
I see a being, ecstatic about life.
A sentinel and friend, guarding my yard, 
nurturing my inner child.

The whispering leaves on wind, 
Sing their songs; lull me into a deep sleep.
Creating shade for cooling and shadows that,
jettison my imagination,
on a journey through timeless universes.

When I hug a tree, I feel love; 
they are providers, 
generously sharing their ionic breath, 
with all life.

From poet to painter; 
trees are friends and inspiration.  
We share similar bodies and limbs, 
but tree roots are more solid than humans, at times.
They need not roam; nor are they restless.

They defend when Sol’s angry temper rages; 
we cower near trees, for safety and tree faces, 
are charred a crispy black; still they stand guard.
They will heal and prepare for his next tantrum.

Life giving breath, are the trees and 
they work hard for our respect.  
No, I will never understand why people destroy,
 such souls, as trees.
Form: Prose

Premium Member My Lunch

Oh my great salad come to me,
your tomato juices soon to please.

Look at those beautiful green leaves,
A little spark of yellow with the cheese.

The sweetness of my ranch on top,
I'll eat you all up, I could never stop.

Those little crunchy bits laying just there,
Could be seeds, could be bacon, I don't care.

The nice crispy texture so great when I bite,
A little bit of cucumber makes it just right.

Come to me, my super great lunch,
I'll eat you all up and I like it a bunch.

My lunch adventure is all gone I'd say,
I eat every bit, I like it that way.

My lunch was just really good today - Donald
Form: Couplet

Breakfast Thoughts

Would you like to have some coffee?
It's made out of the fresh beans of love,
And it's aroma is contagious as your breath,
Every sip sinks like the unsinkable Titanic.
But beware!
It might stain your unlovable pristine heart,
O sweetness, O goodness,
Don't drink coffee. 

Would you like to have some french toast?
It's crispy, crusty and mellow amidst 
Just like you, euphoric,
But O goodness, O heart,
It's melodramatic like me,
Don't eat french toast. 

Would you like to have some tea?
It's ravishing and romantic made of roses,
O honey, O lovie, Alas!
The effect might last,
Don't drink tea. 

Perhaps I should fuel my soul
With your sunshine soulful smile,
It's embroidered in my memory,
Mesmerized I am,
Smile! Smile! Smile!


Premium Member Autumn

~Autumn~ 
(Lanterne Suit) 


Fall 
Will start 
It is near 
Is in the air 
Now 

Say 
Good-bye 
To summer 
Hot weather is 
Gone 

Air 
Crispy 
Starts to cool 
No more burning 
Sun 

Birds 
Migrate 
Butterfly 
Will return next 
Year 

Trees 
Change garb 
Leaves trasform 
From golden to 
Brown 

Day 
To thank 
God for all 
Thankgiving Day 
Is 

Good 
Food on table 
Family 
God's blessings for 
All 

Pies 
Turkey 
Cranberry sauce 
Apple cider 
Sweet 

Fall 
Season 
Of wonder 
Enjoy rich change 
Smile 

Praise 
Thank God 
Fall is great 
Serenity 
Brings 

Mild 
Weather 
Azure sky 
Togetherness 
Nice 

Fall 
Brings calm 
And repose 
After summer's 
Storms 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
Copyright@2015


August.6.2015
Form: Lanterne

Tribute To the Rain

Tribute to the Rains 

And then it finally came
What was very much sought
And what was most needed 
As people even prayed for

Eventually, the rains did arrive
Coming as it did in a flurry
Consuming with it all anxiety,
Uncertainty, the heat and dust 

In whatever shape it did land
As speedy drizzle or brazen shower; 
Noisy downpour continued all nights,
With lightning and thunder 

Hurtling down came the stormy rain 
With gale and gusty winds, splashing,
Causing muddy pools and rolling floods; 
Hurriedly filling up lakes and reservoirs

Wishes grew, for it to be regular  
Each year and round the year; enough,
For that alone would mean, growth
And bring in, wealth and happiness

And thus it raised the hopes of farmers
From communities far and wide; who,
Ever so expectant gazed at the sky:
For rains alone made their crops thrive

For Flora and Fauna to bloom manifold
As pastures and fields spring back to life 
Plants and trees turning to refreshing green
As marshy lands all get wet and soaked 

At long last the Rain Gods had scampered in
Bringing with it promises of plenty and cheer;
Making the air clean and pollutants free
And ushering in climate for a comfort spree

Children rushed to get drenched for fun 
While others chose to cuddle in the bed 
A delight that's been quite forgotten 
For rains brought thrill to all age brethren 

It often inspired families to stick together 
And munch crispy snacks chattering together; 
With a myriad of thoughts and dreams 
And alas life for man got all set to zoom!

It didn't really matter how rains showed up
Through a 'cyclone' or a ‘depression’
All it did was to arrive in style and substance; 
To the stupendous amazement of all asunder 

Whether in torrents or in spate
Raindrops did charge the water bodies
Making insects and worms come alive 
For birds to flutter and butterflies to swarm 

The wonder of this refreshing shower 
Instantly thrilled my heart with heavenly beat, 
And thoughts pleasantly ebbed in my mind
To string words together and sing in praise

Great God indeed; did this resource, bless,
For bereft of it; all life shall be a thing of past  
And with it the journey of all living things 
May well see the light of millenniums ahead!
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member My Love's Love Languages

The love language of my deeply beloved love and companion, 
whom I miss when we're apart,
me waiting like a dog at the window;
my partner, my life, my rock when all times get rough, my tool girl, behind which, lies the mysterious power;
that dog again breathing deeply the odors of hope through that window with barely a smudge.
The idea, the research, the recommendation, the implementation,
like it or not, are working. The right tool for the right job.
Her Voice carries: through a towel drying there, through her table where she sets our plates, plates hungrily waiting, though you'd never know it. 
Her complex thoughts are transformed, compounded within elixirs of fragrant love and craving with tender needs for validation and praise for love well-done in crispy-sweet light brown bacon just how you'll like it. 
Her Voice whispering softly through my ears, her toes touching me for warmth.
Her hands then combing gently through my hair and softly and firmly massaging into me her gazes and whispers of love. 
Her willing warm give at my touch, says, "Come with me to a world of Oneness."

Premium Member Buffalo Lungs

They are airy light and crispy feel and look like cork, a yummy treat
Buffalo lungs my three dogs love to eat
A midday snack they gobble them down
A stranger dog treat could it be found
Sassy grabs hers runs and hides and gobbles it quick
The old boys sniff at theirs and give em a lick
Kublia settles down and begins to gnaw
lifts his head smacking his jaws
Genghis stares at it then lifts his head and growls
Watching to see anyone for his treat prowls
He sniffs it again laying down with the treat in his paws
Begins to chew the Buffalo lung licking the bits that fall
Sassy comes to Kublia whimpers and whines
for his treat she desires herself to dine
But for his treat she admits defeat
all of it did Kublia eat
She sneaks by Genghis who gives a warning yap
Watching her close in he does growl and snap
Sassy retreats and whines for she thinks the treat is mine
Genghis eats it all, so good he licks his paws
Dried Buffalo lungs a dog treat I never saw before
But for my dogs they are a snack for them a score
So reward your dogs with a crispy light piece of Buffalo lung
Small bag at Dollar Tree, order large from Amazon.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member feeling her grandma next to her

simple chords holding her music together in the form of a forgotten book
the cover hanging off. tied on by determination and love of music
simple cords, her grandmother used to say, make it easy to listen to
she was a patient loving woman who mastered a piano in every showroom

the torch had been passed, and Sophie was now the family maestro
all musical ability had bypassed her mother and her siblings
her satin ruffled dress made a crispy sound as she shuffled to the bench
the orchestra was waiting for her to take the lead.

Simple chords she whispered under her breath
feeling her grandmother next to her.

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