Long Departs Poems
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He was a giant six foot three
To his son a tiny boy me
I would stand tippy toe
Just to be four feet beneath his nose
Tough and ruff his generation was old
Strong and right he was bold
Dominated mother sisters and me
He ruled his castle forcefully
He beat me to show love
He scolded me to teach love
Fear in a little ones heart
Simmers into hate the fear departs
Distant we became
Relationship of father and son were strain
But sick mother brought us together again
Helping her helped us to be friends
Than Alzheimers came and stole his mind
And the big mad giant faded into time
His mind became mild
He was a gentle soul with a soft smile
Old and gentle he became meek
The old giant was now weak
Happy in his little world
I kept him safe in his little world
His clouded mind made mine clear
He was my father my daddy dear
Life is sweet and time is short
Bitterness and anger only distort
To forgive is divine
Because in forgiveness you win time
Time to share time to live
Time to love and time to give
Did the giant grow small?
Or did the son grow tall?
What is in the past is pass
Now is here let it last
Honor thy mother and father
Honor thy mother and father
Forgive and forget
Live love end regrets
Softly he is a shade of life
Soon to join his departed wife
Shorter are his days
The giant fades
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time's hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life's strands;
Hearts made of glass shatter and fail
When griefs harass, they don't prevail,
What use are these hearts so feeble,
Poor pleas of perishing people?
Hearts made of stone are cold and fake,
Even Love will own - "Hard to break",
Will they be healed? How can I trust?
Feelings concealed, what if they bust?
Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek,
They won't crush my sentiments meek,
Understanding hearts of love - Now,
fear departs, before them I bow.
----------17.12.16----------
~Sunsets And Sunrises~
( Free Verse)
The day goes along
Extending its very long wings
Extracting life from every light
From every sunset till is united
Forever with all the night
Parting in silence with all the winds
Half-closed eyes without any
Sleep
Hearing every single loving note
And whisper
Watching every single passing and
Fading shadow
Searching all the time
For a brand-new and glowing light
Till the night again departs
So sad
And from it comes out another
New Sunrise!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,16,2015
I love the sights and sounds of Christmastime.
The gifts, bright decorations, scrumptious meals,
cantatas, carolers--all are sublime,
all integral to how this season feels.
To nurture Christmas thoughts throughout the year,
I play my jolly carols in July.
In March I may pen lines on Christmas cheer,
a wondrous season’s gift we cannot buy.
The Christmas spirit is remarkable,
too sweet and wonderful to be confined
to late December, far too magical
to relish briefly—then just leave behind.
The Christmas mindset thrives in many hearts
long after that grand holiday departs.
December 13, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Super Sonner Contest
Placed 9th
The thoughts of her deceitful schemes
and yet I see her in my dreams
I see a face time can’t replace
and memories of ebon lace.
She stole the music from my heart
and tore our very lives apart.
Our love was like a fairy tale
I thought forever would prevail
but with no warning one cold day
she sadly up and walked away.
She stole the music from my heart
and tore our very lives apart.
The heart I gave her now is found
in pieces torn upon the ground
and now I sit here all alone
the sounds of life now monotone.
She stole the music from my heart
and tore our very lives apart.
I gave her love right from the start
but now sweet melody departs.
November 25, 2018
Music produced by Jerry T. Curtis
Thanks Jerry, great job!
On the tennis court, my knee
Gave me a little pain.
Walking down the steps, I also
Felt a little strain.
Then today, I tried to run
Across a busy street;
That knee seized up to slow me down –
I hobbled in defeat.
I’m sure it’s just arthritis
But it made me start to think
I’m heading into the abyss
Or else I’m on the brink.
For as the years go by, we see
Our youth as it departs;
And when we can no longer run,
Well, this is how it starts.
I’m waiting now and wondering,
If age has got me hexed,
Which part of brain or body
Is about to fail me next.
So step right up and place your bet;
I’ll keep you up to date.
The possibilities, profuse,
Are open to debate.
Asteroid on track
Its trajectory plotted for 6 months.
Due at noon tomorrow,
when planet earth will be smashed.
Humans on earth will be rendered extinct.
All efforts to nudge the asteroid
out of harm's way failed.
All nuclear weapons on earth
sent by rocket failed to make a dent.
Last rocket to Mars
departs in 2 minutes flat.
One tiny bag stuffed with memories,
is all each one of the lucky ones can take.
My ticket sheer luck in the ballot.
Others have tickets via swaps with love ones.
Some people even bought them!
Some were stolen, huge fight ensued.
There is no coming back.
Human destiny now lies in space
Earth is home no more.
But, it will be remembered.
Love was once a wildfire, reckless and bright,
igniting every touch, setting the night alight.
We spoke in heat, in whispered desire,
hearts beating wild, hands tracing fire.
But love is not meant to stay a flame,
not a spark that burns and flickers the same.
It softens, it deepens, it learns how to stay—
not just in longing, but in the light of day.
It shifts in the quiet, reshapes in the dark,
a slow-burning ember where once was a spark.
It is not lesser—it is not lost,
but tempered by time, by trust, by cost.
Now love is steady, a warmth that endures,
woven in laughter, in gestures, in words.
It’s your hand on my back as I pass,
the glance that lingers, the quiet that lasts.
It’s coffee waiting before I wake,
a blanket pulled close for comfort’s sake.
It’s the sound of my name, not urgent, not wild,
but spoken with care, with years reconciled.
Desire may fade, but devotion remains,
etched in the rhythms, the soft, sweet refrains.
Intimacy shifts, but it never departs,
it lingers in trust, in well-worn hearts.
Love is not lesser for burning low—
it is richer, fuller, and more certain to grow.
Not the fire of then,
but the foundation of now.
Not the spark,
but the glow that remains.
Tomorrow will become today shortly
Today will retreat to yesterday shortly
Time waits for nobody
Time comes and goes
Without stops
We have wasted two years because of covid
But time will never compensate
When we're still small we want to grow up faster
When we are old we want to linger as long as possible
But time listens to nobody
When many friends passed away
I found that life is really short
And time is the cruelest man
We have to plan for something
And do something immediately
To feel time existence,to know time limits,to value time
Before it departs and disappears from this world
Your own world
A crush of grey faces, solemn
against the grey sky, the grey sea;
a pale, youthful khaki column
slow board the ship from granite quay
from which a crowd; sisters, mothers,
cheer, with feigned encouragement
as they had done for all others;
one by one, families are rent.
Flags fail to flutter in the breeze,
too limp with early morning dew,
will not acclaim these enlistees
with glorious red, white, and blue.
They, silent, smiling, sharing smokes
depart, in dawn's colourless haze
with knowing stares at their kinfolks
where both their inner thoughts betrays.
The whooping horn, the splash of rope
the churning oily water, twixt they
and the widening space of hope
as the ship slow departs the bay.
Some linger, watch the vessel leave;
others close eyes, and turn their back;
all, secretly, already grieve,
as the yellow black topped smoke stack
vanishes from view
and, takes away those few.