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I took our son and daughter-in-law’s dog, Juniper, for a walk this morning.
Junie still acts like a puppy even though she’s already 3…
So it’s fair to say, in retrospect…Junie was walking me.
Even though I had the leash…we zig-zagged down the paths she chose…
on a walk usually dominated by my eyes…today, thanks to Junie, I got to use my nose.
I imagine the two of us made a strange yet wonderful sight..
as we stopped to smell every flower still blooming in the night.
I wonder if people looking out their windows did a double-take…or would stare
as we often stopped…raised up our noses…to smell the jasmine in the air.
Junie stopped every chance she could…at every tree…big or small…
and I have to admit many of the scents she detected…I couldn’t smell at all.
Junie could however and on our walk together…she didn’t miss a one….
by the smile on her face I could see…she was having fun.
I tried to turn her attention skyward…to the stars where dreams and imaginations dwell….
but she was only interested in the things that she could smell.
So…every time we stopped to smell (which at last count was 2302)
I would take a deep breath in through my nose…and try to smell it too.
As I say I wasn’t always successful….but it was fun trying..and once more….
Junie introduced me to a host of morning smells…I had never smelled before.
I believe we are all put on this Earth to be kind and to learn from on another
Why else would the creators make us?
So I was happy on this morning walk…to go wherever Junie’s nose would take us.
I thanked her when we returned home and I promised her
on my walks from now on…whatever path I chose…
I would not only use my eyes…but I would also use my nose.
*a side note:
I walked my normal 2 miles by the time we returned to our front door…
but I’m sure the way Junie zigged and zagged…she walked at least two more.
Sheri SPECIFICITY-she is a Specificity- -
The people in the gym, both men and women;
Saying ooh!!! While pointing at this woman's
All faces frown, children running around;
Some people saying, Man! Look at her height,
Look at them nails and teeth;
Good Grief!!
My lady exposure your feet are rather long;
Your stature towers over me;
Them there skinny-chicken legs Oooh wee!!
Those things you call finger nails;
Are as long as your feet and those teeth;
All this does, all it does is make men seek;
To run away hurriedly they don’t wanna speak;
This willow tree embracing you;
All men run from you, they just do;
Your body type is out of sight, no really
Your hands are sessile, where are your wrist
Yearly you dance the flower stance the petunia
Your oval shaped torso makes men wanna go for double take renewal;
Those smooth margin-ed legs, liken a chickens;
Funnel shaped fused consisting of five fused pot belly;
Convicted of eat lard, peanut butter and petroleum jelly;
Specificity you is something of an oddity;
A bazaar beauty specificity?
3/31/19
Specificity in Poetry Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
~Changes~
(Double Take 6's 5's and 4's)
Pray for love peace today
Love comes from Lord see
He will set you free
Help you each single day
He'll change your heart
And hold your hand
Be more happy
With Him can fly
You'll rejoice
With God you obtain peace
Things better you know
When trouble stir so
With Him you can win race
He'll change your heart
And hold your hand
Sing song each day
Praise His name too
His teachings nice.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
November.26.2015
~Authors Notes:
"The Double Take 6's 5's and 4's" poetry style was created by Dena M. Ferrari.
With jacket zipped and scarf just-so,
I reached to get my keys
But nothing dangled from their hook,
Which brought me to my knees.
I mentally went back in time –
Remembered coming in
And had to thus unlock the door,
So where do I begin?
While searching high and low, I thought,
Is this the way it starts?
My keys go first, my marbles next
And soon I’m off the charts.
The text I sent my husband
Let him know my sorry state.
At first I got no answer
And could barely concentrate.
Then suddenly, my phone a’buzz,
I did a double-take –
“I have your keys along with mine –
I grabbed them by mistake.”
As sweet relief surged through my bones,
Annoyance slipped away.
Senility may visit soon
But gladly, not today!
Half a loaf of Kung-fu
Time to break the rulers
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was that a double take take
without the darkness
would the light we see
Scream within the nights drawl
sweet upon the ear
sound of cold sighing on the mist
close my eyes
to join the multi and tude
Plat the hair of tude
My moral content overload
Over password clouds
data gives way
to binary rain
take the red and blue pills Neo
lithicly new
Oh, funny night owl; I relate
to you. I also stay up late!
My eyes, like yours, are mellow green
and staring too, but at a screen.
I stare at E-mails and TV
until I know that finally
I must retire myself to bed
and rest my weary night owl head.
I feel so rotten when I wake
I have to do a double take.
I see the clock. It's eight a.m.
I sit up grumbling, "Damn, oh, Damn."
Then brimming with new morning cheer,
I drag myself before the mirror
yet frown to see upon my face
those little lines I can't erase.
Oh, funny night owl. We're not wise
with circles underneath our eyes!
And now I get to look like hell
because I love the night so well.
Date: Sept. 20, 2011
Contest Name: Make Me Actually Lol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
My patience is finally gone
I've been holding on so long
Now I'm at my breaking level
Causing fury like the devil
On your two faced lying butt
You need to keep your mouth shut
Before I start losing it
More and more your full of sh--
Promising me things that you
Can't deliver or work through
Why do you insist on causing
Havoc on my heart that's pausing
Love for you in many ways
I thought it was just a phase
You were going through a while
So I wore a friendly smile
Waiting for you to be real
As the man I'm meant to steal
This phase seems to never end
My smiles starting to bend
Into a frown of pure disdain
Put there by torture and pain
You used to be my sweetie
Full of sensitivity
Now I do a double take
At a guy who turned out fake
There is only one thing left to do
Get as far away from you
As I can for my freedom
Learning not to be so dumb
The next time my hearts a flutter
I will think of you and shudder
~Changes~
(Double Take 6's 5's and 4's)
Pray for love peace today
Love comes from Lord see
He will set you free
Help you each single day
He'll change your heart
And hold your hand
Be more happy
With Him can fly
You'll rejoice
With God you obtain peace
Things better you know
When troubles stir so
With Him you can win race
He'll change your heart
And hold your hand
Sing song each day
Praise His name too
His teachings nice
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.6.2015
~Authors notes:
The " Double Take 6's 5's and 4's is a poetry style created by Dena M. Ferrari.
My dear friend.
The first time we met,
as I held a door open for her stride,
I saw not the eye's image, not yet;
I glimpsed, outwardly, her beauty inside.
I did a double take at that smile,
heard her thanks and silently rejoiced;
her normal visage I saw, after a while,
and 'til now this thought I had not voiced.
We walked inside, and with so many others
we covered that room in song.
Unfamiliar, not yet in practice brothers,
nonetheless not a thing could any find wrong.
Music quickly became our bond,
leading to so much more.
Of her humor and spark, I am quite fond,
life near her never close to a bore.
With the clarinet she made art,
but too, just so with her hands;
the lady with the large heart
your attention her muse commands.
She's told me of despair complete,
of feeling all hope, at times, gone.
She found a way to fight, compete;
to win out to a new dawn.
Faint of heart, weak of gut,
none can accuse her of having been -
we've discussed disease, pain, smut,
her sensibilities speaking falsely of sin.
For in her I can detect none,
one just wanting to forgive, smile and laugh.
I often help her get the latter done,
both drinking deeply from friendship's carafe.
Once so long ago, for so short a time,
we were somewhat more than friends,
kisses and walks shared in a courtier's clime;
never been strained since - just the way life wends.
Then, thousands of miles apart,
we talked not quite so often;
then, difficulties pierced her heart,
my words the blows to soften.
Still she's suffering, sadly,
still she's stuck sorrowed;
yet some small slice of it I have to see gladly -
at least that it's my solace she's borrowed.
For she's recovering some of my sanity,
giving me that much more connection to home -
to the therein found sample of humanity
that's solemn upon seeing me roam.
Just today, she's helped me all anew,
drawing the weeping wolf, in exchange for this -
envisioning what will be my new tattoo,
a new mark on the flesh, to reminisce.
No matter what trials befall her in this life,
she simply must know that she's never alone;
during the tribulations and strife,
she just has to pick up the phone.
My dear friend.
Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake
The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake
In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake
She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak
AP: Honorable Mention 2020