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Long ago sister I prayed for you
You listened through drug haze
Deaf ears blind eyes shamed
By past regrets you ignored my prayers
Lifeless you are close to death
I would gladly give you a lung
A kidney but I pray for you
Revival of your soul a must
Such a soul as yours to suffer
Why do you punish yourself
I will never know the love
God put in you at birth
Was such a gift you shared
Sickness should not prevail
I am with you forever
You will see my sister
As you have been for me
Your daughter will surely see.
God heal my sisters soul
Lift this sickness from her
I am your earth angel bless me
And guide and set her sickness free
Show me lord Jesus the way to heal
I am your soldier before you I kneel.
Amen.
Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved him
And if his deaf ear could open
He would hear the whispers of their acrimony
The sizzling embers of their rage
The ones he bruised and would not care
Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes
But they saw his strutting nudity
A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer
Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred
Drunk in power that gave him his blindness
Bob the plunderer would not see or hear
That his end was nigh
And like the grime he was
To grime he would forever lie
And the nation he once raped
Shall piss on his rotting grave.
Hear the reverberations of my divine fantasies
reaching-out to the chambers of the heart
yon the rationality of cerebrum...
Yes, my shouts of plea for peace in a war-torn spot
can torment and even torture serenity
of a rivulet exuding restoration...
Oh, my magnification of baby's exuberance oozing with mirth
can bring out bliss and likewise giggles from loved ones
not deaf to expression of joy of purest delight...
How about my warning challenges of the end times
with apocalypse-admonition? They may serve to
alert one's faith toward God, or can be ignored...
Well, my fantasies echo reality---
beware of fake news and take
heed to my truth...
Now, these fantasies manifest sublime
yearning of my redeemed soul eager to bid
goodbye to carnality's weakness midst guilt haunting
and foes' mocking reproach while asserting my longing desire
to walk along streets of gold, staying in close communion with the Creator--- awed gratefully roaming among fellow believers around
eternal, glorious, majestic New Heaven and New Earth, worshipping
the sovereign God*, King of kings - the Author of mankind's redemption!
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
November 10, 2024
1st place, "In my deepest fantasies" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/30/2025
The Last Consummation
Hello. Good evening. Nice to see you.
It is always good to have someone to talk to,
especially now in my waning years,
as Death is softly playing the piano in the next room.
The piece he is playing is nearly over.
I know this because I have lived a long time in the shadows.
I have talked to dying faces many times,
with the same quiet melodies playing in the background;
they are like old friends who never change.
They stay loyal and refuse to believe the lies being said about you.
They speak up for you on your behalf,
watching your back even when you’re wrong.
Such apparitions do exist I am told,
as there are many who profess to have seen and known them.
But I have not known any such person, or melody.
They are mythical creatures that have thrived in a former age,
lassoed in by the Sun God for an afternoon’s pleasure with tiny animals.
These eminent beings who will stand by you when all have departed;
these are the rare honest ones, the decidedly wise ones,
all proportioned with a gutsy backbone that is unbreakable,
durable as the dubious winter grass at solstice time,
and as honorable as one’s bloodline amongst the masses,
Can you hear the million shouting voices?
They find deaf ears, and a million frozen stares,
in the last consummation.
~ Stop Spreading Hate ~
(Linked)
Stop spreading hate
S
Hates sad, so wrong
T
Wrong everywhere
O
Everywhere fed
P
Fed everyday
S
Everyday spread
P
Spread instead Love
R
Love much better
E
Better than hate
A
Hate we don't need
D
Need in this World
I
World got too much
N
Much Need Love, Peace
G
Peace, God, man needs
H
Needs more than all
A
All lifes so hard
T
Hard enough, so stop
E
Stop spreading hate
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2018
January.22.2018
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
-“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain -
~Author's notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
G-od's voice is calling,
E-very word one must heed;
L-ord's talk is a counsel,
M-essage that helps one
I-n need.
L-isten to God Almighty,
I-nstead of turning a deaf ear;
B-elieve in what He says,
E-ven if it may drop a tear.
R-adio is an instrument,
T-elevision is effective too;
Y-es, either on air or online, news of salvation is true.
M-en from all walks of life
A-re gathered together;
R-eady to pay attention,
Q-uesting for the loving Father.
U-nder the heaven above,
E-vangelical mission is a success;
T-riumphant and noble work
A-bout salvation leads to happiness.
M-outh of God tells the truth,
I-n contrast with the devil's lies;
R-emain solid in the faith,
A-nswering Him in the skies.
N-o sound can you hear,
D-ay twelve in June morning;
A-ll messages are clear, God's voice is calling.
~Come With Me My Love~
( Egg Timer )
Come with me my love
We'll dance away
Neath the moon
All night
Long
Long
All night
Neath the moon
We'll dance away
Come with me my love
And hold me so tight
Give me a kiss
Two three four
I want
More
More
I want
Two three four
Give me a kiss
And hold me so tight
Come with me Darling
And hold my hand
always walk
With me
Love
Love
With me
Always walk
And hold my hand
Come with me Darling.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
May.31.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~ Author's Notes:
The "Egg Timer" is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
You are the totem, simply told,
In man and mountain lore
Pillared tall, your spirit thrives
Where myths and legends soar –
Among the ravens where they fly,
With creed held fast in hand,
You speak the language of the earth;
You sound the depths of man
And grasp the wisdom of the pearl
Fashioned in the sea,
Calling for the conch to voice
The truth you know to be –
A monolith of latitudes,
With grace not undermined,
Lamenting as the deaf and dumb
Are handled by the blind,
You wear the scars of battles waged
Across the centuries
And grant the bearer of your wounds
The marks of history –
Where now you stand, you now arise
To face the rising tide;
You see the quiet burning sun;
You hear the ocean’s cry
Raise now your silent, muted voice!
Lift up your hooded eyes!
Let loose the chains that time has forged
Where truth and beauty lie –
Exalt us with your noble height!
Bestir the waking land!
Totem, in your boundless grace,
Call forth a better man –
~ While Daydreaming ~
(Cinquain Suite )
I dream
You're beside me
Always holding me close
Inside your heart in your strong arms
My Love
So soft
Your love just comes
Like a breath of fresh air
I feel your presence inside me
Each day
For you
My love grows more
With heart so full of love
While dreaming of you neath moon stars
My love.
You are
So beautiful
In your heart, soul see love
And always, forever I do
Love you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
May.10.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.