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Summer languid daydreaming stance is over.
Cooler breezes blow, and robins fear the coming blizzards.
Mighty autumn begins its reign by disburdening trees
Heavy with their many seasoned leaves of various hues.
Soon white fluffy flakes of snow will start to precipitate
As children shriek and chortle, making snowballs,
While others engineer a snowman just for laughs.
As father chops the wood prepared for days
When cold Winter starts to spread its might.
Inside the house mother prepares her famous lunch.
The pumpkin soup smells of pure delicacy,
Warm thick brown morsels dipped in the warm soup,
Ah that spicy essence, a balm to thaw numb extremities.
Despite the icicles that form on our windowpanes,
The lake can only produce dangerous thin ice.
Skating is off limits as notices appear everywhere,
A harbinger of doom with skulls and prohibition.
Anticipated winter’s wrath shows its might, as landscapes
Look threadbare since no flowers bloom, while some swans
Fly away to warmer climes, leaving behind them sullen gloom.
3 September 2015
(Rhyme)
My Darling you make my heart beat so fast
Just racing within me each time hear from you at last
You have not the faintest idea at all the way
That you make me feel from head to toes each day
You've changed so many things very deep in me
Well with you I feel more alive now than ever you see
That's because you live in my heart forever
And in the very deepest of my mind now forever and ever.
My heart races so fast and because of you I get so warm
In my mind just thinking of you I feel so good in every form
How great it is that you make me feel oh like this all the way
And that in my heart and soul with me I always just have you.
Here in my heart no matter what I'm always smiling
And day and night I just release to you all my loving
Daydreaming of just kissing your very chocolate lips so sweet
Your sexy lips that are just waiting for me oh what a treat!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,24,2014
Driving in my new luxury car
Richer then a movie star
All the lights shine on me
I'm beautiful with too much money
Strutting to be viewed
Living big on Dream Avenue
Ladies adore my smile
Babes I drive them wild
Guys all envy me
That's how life has to be
Dancing like a fool
Looking way to cool
Making the paparazzi drool
Splashing in my Olympic pool
I am everything new
Dreaming in Dream Avenue
Partying is understood
All my time is good
Celebrities gossip about me
I tie up everyone's technology
How can my alarm be so rude
Waking me up from Dream Avenue
I shave and drink coffee
Rush to work so I can be
Just another busy bee
All work and no play
Looking forward to any holiday
Into the grudge I fade
Life is sorrowfully blue
Daydreaming is all I knew
Wishes are never true
As the dreams of Dream Avenue
In these four walls I look, I see
I visualize dreaming in my head
I talk - I hold conversation - I wonder
Somehow I keep my sanity instead
Knowing you listen through these four walls
I hear voices - knowing thus it is true
That these four walls also tell on you
Silently you trespass on my mind
I sit - my eyes wander daydreaming
I am mesmerized by the gaze at my window
I twitch - I stare and still I know
You listen intently to invade my privacy
Knowing in my heart - I am clean
Keeping secrets in my place and my four walls
Does it make you wonder what's in theirs
When they put their ear to this the wall
I stand tall ! I conduct myself well
To go out in society knowing you pry
You seek attention - I strive in perfection
I see this in you - the Norman Rockwell gossip
Spreading my business - ear to ear - lip to lip
In these four walls it is this my home
I sit home at night waiting too for a call
Knowing you are listening through the wall
Can you relate? to your silent listener
Invading your time - I do declare
Your time is spent gazing at the four walls
Listening into me and all my calls
You are my neighbor an this you spy
Into my private life as if to pry
I'm sure you all relate to what we hate
The spy listening in to your own four walls
Knowing all your business and all your personal calls...
Yes indeed the silent listener, I proclaim
Is the worst nightmare problem, yet We stay sane........
Yesterday
I sat crossed legged
On my teak floor
Looking out
At the city lights
As I thought
About that time
Down by the lake
I was sitting
On the shore
With the sun beaming
Warming my face
A cool breeze
Off the lake
Had caused me to think
Of that time
I was being pushed
On that old tire swing
In front of the house
I was swinging
Back and forth
Lost in my thoughts
Wondering
If she felt the same way
We had been together
Just the other day
I could still feel
Her hand in mine
We had walked
For hours that day
Talking about so many things
For some reason
I was distracted
Thinking about school
My teacher had scolded me
There I was sitting in her class
Not paying attention
She said I was always daydreaming
I have to admit
What she said
It was true
My mind
Drifted
To that place with the mirrors
There as I sat
At that counter
Mirrors at both ends
Just me alone
Looking at the endless counter
And so many of me
Wondering
What the future
Would hold
If each of me
Would live a different life
We all sat there
Swinging
Our legs
Back and forth
Like the pendulum
In my mind.
Love, Like a Rose…
Love, like delicate petals of bud rose,
Kiss me - wake me from my grey daydreaming
Walk in first light where the sun transposes
From moonlight’s silver shadows revealing.
Love, like tender color of the rose, caress me,
Brush away the thorns protecting my soft heart;
Cast off your thorny sheath so I may see
Blossoms open – ecstasy you impart.
Love, like the fragile rose with fire, embrace me
As your cherished prize winning bloom
Trace your fingertips along my bursting seeds
Rejoice - your plan born from your fertile womb.
Love, like fragrance lingering in the rose,
Leave your scent in a perfumed afterglow!
Guided by pragmatism
My feet are firmly grounded
However, my mind oft-time takes flight
What things I see are a pure delight.
My thoughts do fly on occasion
Wandering so far and wide
The Valley of Kings sent out a call
China was next to see the great wall.
I took a gondola ride in Venice
And walked the bridge of sighs
So many places and I never got lost
Being pragmatic there was no cost.
My mind escapes to marvelous places
But my feet are firmly on the ground
Daydreaming in the here and now
The best of both worlds you will allow.
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07/12/2021
Written: July 06, 2023
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In midnight darkness, a smart spherical roll
Its treks into clouds as ships over hidden shoals.
Wandering hearts strive for their final day.
Hide-and-seek with woodland dwellers play.
To embrace a lover's chin, a lack of mystery
You sparkle and vanish as promises blistery.
Then depart until your eyes tear up.
Ink-splattered sheets won't dry in the cup.
So, any time of the day, retain a sunny face.
A scentless heart's scent is spared by grace.
Your curved grin is burned into my soul.
I cannot claim uniqueness or be whole.
So as to achieve discover a covert bearing.
And seize the place of daydreaming.
Whisperings of the moonlight dance
Reverberate over the vast, dark glance.
In the depths of night, secrets unfold.
As the clever sphere of silver and gold
Through midnight shadow, it rolls and glides.
Guided by unseen hands, it silently abides.
Such ships through hidden shoals, navigates,
Through the vast unknown, it patiently waits.
They crave a love that is pure and true.
A link that will bestow spirits to renew.
In a game of hide-and-seek, the moon does play,
As forest members peek in the moonlight sway.
They watch as it dances, casting its spell.
Enchanting all who dare to dwell.
A wishful lost mystique, in the moon's embrace,
Longing for a touch, a lover's grace.
But the moon is elusive, a fleeting dream.
Such as promises that vanish, it seems.
It glows and then disappears from sight.
Leaving behind a tear, glistening in the night.
Too late to dry a page where ink stains smear,
The moon's presence lingers, a memory so dear.
Even in the daylight, its beauty remains.
A reminder of the love that forever sustains
But the brightness of the sun cannot allay
The ache in a heart that's scentless in decay
Loneliness has many forms,
My loneliness is,
like a flickering candle, in an empty home,
When I open the windows,
and try to gaze you in dark starry nights,
the mild gust of wind,
almost blows off my feeble kindle,
reminding me of my meaningless presence.
My candle is melting away,
my tears keep on freezing at the base,
In my solitude no one cares,
whether me or my feelings are slowly vanishing away.
Then one day you appear from nowhere,
you shield the glow of my feeble candle,
the candle burns steadily with radiance,
my heart beams with joy and glee.
When I was daydreaming of love and romance,
you suddenly disappear forever,
my candle is full of fear and insecure,
as the winds of life may finally blow it off for good.
Message in a bottle
I love the coast and a fresh morning breeze
The salt air inspires me for no reason at all
The sun rises, as I ponder this great universe
God’s great earth is a miracle bestowed before my very eyes
I stumbled and fell
Over a washed up log on the beach
Daydreaming you see has its perils
Alas it was no log at all, to my ardent surprise
Could it be?
I have received a message in a bottle?
What luck the Irish seem to have
A romantic notion, who would write to me?
A pretty lass perhaps, taken a fancy?
I dream to much, and no such luck
Seems its from a broken man, from another time
Poured his heart into the bottle
In more ways than one
Never the less, was a tall and weepy tale
Of a love that was locked and hidden
A love that would never come to be
I confess this to be true
I added a few drops to the ocean that day
I rushed to the village as fast as I could
I was so sure now, of what I should
She was opening the shop, it was still bright and early
Shy as a lark, she whispered good morning tiss surely
Why I hugged her so tight and readily agreed
Bottle in hand, she thought I was tipsy
I assured her the bottle I hold is not of whiskey
For in it I saw the wisdom of acting
You shall be mine oh pretty lady
Lost souls in waiting, we shall never be
I smiled like the devil and dropped to me knees
Messages in bottles come way too late
Lets us not leave such messages to fate
Be mine, you know its true
Lets not squander messages from the blue