Long December 09 Poems
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A Heart's Melody
Harmony palpitates...conducts the abandoned chamber,
albeit, interludes providently...kept in tune with themselves.
The metered winks...influencing oneness to soothe and rise.
The cloud nine reviewed....negotiating remembrances
of "Each and All", the "Earth Song" by Emerson...a ballad medley.
Unversed preexistence...reminiscence, rekindled charge.
Harp rhythms veinuous strings strumming...as the organ pedals.
Some rhapsodical soul...repeatedly ensures an airy suite.
Rehearsed pulses...convey themselves as an opening night.
Calm sounds reflect symmetry...hallowed core pleasures a theme
donning inner expressions...grants the life-timers brevity's blinks.
Solemn occasions the welcomed psalm...heartfelt gifts its claim.
Juxtaposed rapture instants...contrariety absent
of muted aches for a quiver...contrite hands fold into prayers,
beckoned Heaven's gate perseverance...angels heralding.
Unsung Heavenly cadences extend...stead the swan song
that left open--an invitation...as internal hope vibrates,
a renewed life has been rewarded...the heartbeat pipes true.
2022 December 09
*9th Place*
Thought rested awareness
~~Unseeking Seeker
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SECOND CHANCE FOR YOUR N-A
~~Brian Strand: Judging 2022 December 19
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(Rhyme)
When we greet the smiling sunlight,
The torch, be yours and mine to hold it high,
To quench the insidious flames of the night.
The heart's dearest solace, will smile wide
On me and you there,
And the birds singing gayly, that came at my
Call, and exiled far from home,riches from the
Far East,brings in the air
I gaze on the moon as I tread carefully, over the crest,
Of the beautiful snow,
With and eye like a crystal, and a heart kindled like
All its glow...
Like little ripples down on a sunny river,
Forever hunted by the eternal mind and soul,
No longer my soul can you hold and explain
The reasons why...
For passion and conquest, wonder where they
Will and dwell,
Watched by every human love and kinded heart,and
Thoughts that often lie someplace else, too broken
For more mourning and more tears.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,09,2014
(Free Verse)
The oceans shores with their rocky paths,through which,
I can can still see a shining ray of light.
Far away sinking into splendor, too great for a heart
Was to hold.
The heart has its own memory, like the mind, to keep afloat
Its faith to fight it for you through, alone,
The giver's loving thought, and fearless heart who fights
Again the foe.
Pleasures come but not permanently stay, even this moment
Now shall pass away,
In that all the rest may be cast away, and that all our mortal
Flesh, must go back to where it came from, to dust and clay.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2000
December,09,2014
Written: December 09, 2023
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Honeyed gold pearled shades
brown ferns and aspens
into shadowed paths
lit embers and oaks
As darkness draws near,
with bowed tears of stark
runic streaks of light
dapple my sky
showing only maze
of black enigmas
crimson, lucid blaze.
leading to plum sky.
Swift shades drape my thirst
like dim-lit daydreams
that persist through time
niggling at my nerves
in sparkling strings of
stern frame blush skyline!
whilst glum chorus swells
in ghostly darkness.
Gloom morphs darned mayhem
veiled cinereal shroud
as she touches me
gazing with sleek sight
hushed tones, wan relics
of laid skyline bleeds
lost in shades of rouge
Onyx oboe chords.
The blaze has withered
oblivion crave.
We raised our sights in the autumn season,
brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life.
Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife,
The maple trees in the grove praised the region.
Getting a clear grasp of the near atmosphere,
hear the stones beneath our feet squish and shift.
Consider the dust piles that our shoes drift,
Feel the brisk breeze tickling our hair, yet each spear.
The autumn leaves on the trees had fallen,
During the seasons, I am lured by the radiant sight.
The harvest was plentiful, a summer delight,
Pumpkins, squash, and yams were then sullen.
Birds expecting winter fly over a deep blue sky,
For the rest of the fall, the butterfly urges you to stay.
Bonfires and ethereal smoke swamped the air
and piney fragrance with a dash of seasonal flair.
Pause, sight, the river flanked by a large stone,
toward green and withering vetch stalks.
Stay close to increasing beating whacks,
Azure Creek has a gentle, placid tone.
Squirrels brace for fall by saving nuts and seeds,
They relish crisp fall days but dread winters.
and spread an abundance of lusty splinters.
Come jog with me, which allows clean air to renew yields.
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: December 09, 2022
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
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Rudolph
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Skiing
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Tidings ~
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Frozen ...
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Yulelog
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December 09, 2022
Poetry/Acrostic/Christmas Joy With Family
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1507-649-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Christmas
sponsor, Bobby May, Judged 12/15/2022
First Place
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
Words echo in my mind! Words echo in my mind!
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
No inner peace can I find. No inner peace can I find.
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant echoes in a mind obtuse.
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
I ask myself I ask myself
I ask myself I ask myself
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations in a mind obtuse.
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
Empty recesses, amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations of a mind obtuse.
Change the channel! Do it now! Before you die inside!
Don't allow negativity to grow in the hollows of your mind
because...
That's the place where malevolent echoes hide.
December 09,2015
December 9 Scripture Meditations Based on James 3-5
Key Verse – James 3:17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR WISDOM
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without defilement
But pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Truly cleansing me from worldliness-detriment
For my soul’s eternal settlement.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without turmoil
But peaceable along serenity’s toil
Truly refreshing me from weariness-spoil
For my salvation’s joyful oil.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without rudeness
But gentle along compassion’s kindness
Truly forgiving me from iniquity-sinfulness
For my testimony’s blissful brightness.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without terror
But merciful along entreaty’s fervor
Truly upholding me from apathy-dishonor
For my prayerfulness’ dedicated ardor.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without damage
But fruit along fruitfulness’ package
Truly blessing me from curse-disadvantage
For my stewardship’s faithful courage.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without partiality
But pure along justice’s authority
Truly leading me from misconception-falsity
For my choices’ righteous priority.
Thank You for granting me Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
But honest along truth’s supremacy
Truly enlightening me from ignorance-secrecy
For my character’s virtuous persistency.
December 9, 2022
(Free Verse)
Take time to see around you
So much that we take for granted
We all miss those little things
Which mean much more in life
We blindly make our way sometimes
Not knowing where we are
Not knowing for sure how or when to stop
Or what at the end of the rainbow waits for us
Most of the time the world seems,
For us such a confusing and lonely place
We want so much more all the time
Than what in the present we might have
Things come and go with the speed of time
Rushing and groaning the days are drifting by
Adept the fingers of time never pause for a moment
In time leafing continual pages of joys and of…sorrows
We should learn to stop for a moment
From our very busy lives and take a look around
And really see what we might be missing all the time
Everyday of our lives when we're in pursue of other things
We should learn to stop for a moment
And really smell the roses that are paved in our way
To stop for a moment and appreciate everybody
That God had given us to love and care everyday
The world spins around and never stops,
For you and me things may not be always right
Always something missing always something lacking
Out of life, in the distance we hear the peals of laughs
Smiles leave reflections clamoring for much more
Much more than what we perceive and seek
Chained up by days and more days
We follow right behind scratching for more air
But the world never stops for you and me
It will never stop for you and me
And never had stopped before for no one
And you know very well that it will never will
So make the best of what you now have
Breathe deep and never stop dreaming
Because dreams have a way of coming true
If you persist and never give up and be true to yourself.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,9,2014
TIME IS NO MSYTERY
EACH AND EVERY SECTION HAS A SECOND
AND IS HISTORY
this is my confused telling of my destiny
better dreaming of this calamity
and I am a visionary
or am I a visionary
and do I have all my marbles
for yet I've been here before
in that moment in time
this is where I wiz at then
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1917 I was in December 1 at Boys Town founding with Father Edward Flanagan?
1917 December 9 was with British forces under General Allenby got captured in Jerusalem
OR WAS IT A DREAM IN A VISION
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1917 It was March 20th three American merchant ships were sunk US President Woodrow Wilson met with cabinet I sat in that
As the President asks for war which will be inevitable
OR WAS IT A DREAM IN A VISION
Was what I was doing in those seconds
Did I live it, dream it or imagine
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1917 a bust or boom year a lot of things happen in April
US declares war on Germany, enters World War 1 I was there?
April 6 the battle of Arras begins, I was there too?
And on the 9th of April of 1917 Vimy Ridge in France was stormed by Canadian troops, threw me for a loop
I was there too, was it or was it not a dream?
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Munition factory explosion at Eddystone, Pennsylvania
Kills 133 workers, this is where I was too?
Tornadoes skills 211 in four days in the Midwest
Jazz standard "Dark Town Strutters Ball by Original Dixieland Jass Band first record I heard this, I was there in...
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1917 race riots in East St. Louis Illinois persons killed between 40 to 200 reported, I was there
1917 August China declares war on Germany and Austria,
September 3 1st night bombing of London by German aircraft
History buff, marsh mellow ****, all these things maybe, may or may not be made up;
truth be told, I wiz at the exact point of time
No really?
this is what I was doing on
Did I live it, dream it or imagine
Did I see it, receive it, or imagine it...
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