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December 23, 2023, PST, SPC
Daughter of the King
Young woman.....
You are
First and foremost and always
A daughter of the King....
Molded and created with
delicate architecture and
infused with notes of mystery
and beauty,
Fiery passions and gifts that
slowly unfold
Like a flowers petals opening in
due season
With the right amount of
sunshine and rain
You bring vibrancy and color
like lilies to a valley.
You are a daughter of the King
Designed with the remarkable
ability to give birth to life
A life that is every part you,
every part of a man, and every
part a unique creation
You are a daughter of the King
Designed to shine and bring joy
Your strengths to compliment
and your weaknesses to be
complimented
You are not an accident
You are not your past mistakes
You are not cell tissue
You are not what people may
have called you
Labels they have contrived
Or grave abuses you have
survived
Your name is not Stupid, ****,
Good for Nothing, Prude,
Pathetic, or Weird
It is not Loser, Lunatic,
Incompetent , or Waste of Time
It isn't Drama Queen,
Desperate, or "be seen but not
heard",
Your name is Fearfully and
Wonderfully made
Though
You may feel lonely at times
You're not Forever Alone
Because you are Never Alone
You may feel weak at times
But you are not your
achievements or your failures
You Are
A daughter of the King
You do not need to hide the
delicacy of your femininity
behind callous walls of
protection
The King will watch over His
kingdom
And He will fiercely defend and
provide just what you need
He knows every hair on your
head, every desire and every
dread
He knows and sees every tear,
every frustrating sigh, and
smiles at every victory.
You are a daughter of the King.
You are beautifully and
intricately woven by the same
hands that put the atoms and
the universe in perfect order...
You are the apple of the
Creators eye
Never duplicated
Though some may try
Failing to see
That they too are carved in
uniqueness.
You are in this world
But not bound by it
Given wings to take flight
To soar among the heavens
From where your essence was
breathed from
You are
A daughter of the King
My love is as deep as all the oceans and seas,
It is only meant for you and for me.
It goes as deep as the earth's core,
I'll prove it to you so you'll be sure.
My love is one of a kind,
I love you for your heart and for your mind.
My love never expires,
It will still be going strong even when you retire.
My love is your antidote,
For your worries and struggles so you can cope.
My love goes deep melting through bone,
As long as you have me you're never alone.
I'll give you love like you've never had,
Wipe away your tears when your sad.
I'll be your ride or die,
When things get rough I'll still be by your side.
Start from the bottom and rise to the top with you,
Supporting you in everything that you do.
I'll never leave you like the others in your past,
My love for you will always last.
I value your love you give me,
All I'm trying to do is make you happy.
Show you that my love is for real,
Because together our love is ideal.
My love will be all you'll ever need,
And together our love will succeed.
My love makes me get mad because I care,
You and I make the perfect pair.
Let my love sing you to sleep,
Giving you rest because your mind's at peace.
My love can never be duplicated,
What we have can't be fabricated.
My love can heal your deepest wounds,
What we have can never be ruined.
My love makes me become your protector,
No matter what your heart is something I'll always treasure.
It's like you're floating on a cloud,
Having my love will make you proud.
My love is like winning the lottery,
One in a million because it's what you never see.
My love will soothe your pain,
From others that took your love in vain.
My love will comfort your soul,
Making you feel warm inside even when it's cold.
My love is expressed by what I do,
Giving words meaning by following through.
My love will guard your heart,
From the other women that ripped it apart.
My love will make you strong,
Because you with me is where you belong.
My love is real and true,
So believe me when I say I love you.
Dedicated to the man I Love
January 22, 2014
~The One and Only~
Some distance off a hiking trail, in the middle of nowhere...
there once grew the most beautiful and rare flower...
part way up a natural rock wall. Nestled in a crack
of the rock, it thrived in the sunshine.
Some hikers were aware of it and would often stop by, just
to soak in the beauty of it. The flower seem to absorb the love from
those who came to see it...and would seem to shine brighter.
Soon others followed these hikers...who in turn brought others. Some of these
would sit and admire the flower...others would throw rocks attempting to hit it...
others still would attempt to climb the rock in an attempt to pick it.
Others would bring snacks and when done would just leave the garbage behind.
In spite of it all the flower kept absorbing the love and energy of appreciation
continuing to glow brightly. It wasn't long before the Park Department built
a fence to keep people out...in an attempt to preserve the flower.
Word soon reached some researchers, who brought equipment out to
test the flower, to see what caused the flower to glow
when being admired. They built a barricade around to enclose it and
cut samples off it...which made it difficult to receive any energy from
those kept at a distance who innocently came just to admire it.
Slowly the color began to fade...which peeked the interest of the researchers,
causing them to dig and probe all the more to find out what made
this flower tick. They tried digging it's roots up to study them. This only
caused the flower to grow weaker. Many people spoke up in an attempt
to save the flower. This only served to make the researchers mad.
They now felt justified in removing the plant to take it back to their
lab...claiming they would study it in an attempt to duplicate it.
Little did they know this was a one of a kind and could never be duplicated.
Such a waste! The splendor and beauty of this rare flower will never be
enjoyed again. Some things were ment to be left untouched...as their
natural beauty is wonder enough.
P.R. Deremer
Form:
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
Mother would patschke
early that day in the kitchen,
and recruit any guest, who
blindly ambled thru front door
suddenly trapped unwittingly
squarely (triangulated) into kitchen
forcibly impressed to help
set up buffet tables
and/or given carte blanche to prepare
some mysterious dish,
(a hodgepodge of ingredients),
that suffered no shortages of compliments
unfortunately could never be duplicated.
Guests harkened far and wide
word of mouth boastful rantings and ravings
superseded culinary Michelin Guides
to dole out seven stars,
which wordsworth meant "exceptional cuisine
promised hungry visitor
a special satisfactory journey."
"Time to eat" (usually bellowed courtesy father)
generated an orderly stampede to jostle in line
and commence maximizing capacity
testing sturdiness disposable plates could hold
scouting, shoe horning, staking...
place to become comfortably numb with satiation.
Amidst various and sundry masticating jaws
(with each respective mouthful
of food glorious food -
cue said Oliver Twist song title)
followed by draught of spirits
ejaculations of delight issued,
and punctuated the sound of silence
when not additionally interrupted
courtesy sibilant crackling
popping, and snapping
wood burning stove,
which aforementioned heat source
lulled well fed tummies
whereby heavy eyelids drooped
while heads sank into chest.
No matter hunger pangs quieted
evidenced by casserole, glass, pyrex...
scraped clean rumors heralding dessert
quickly awoke wine weary souls
analogous to sluggish animals
awakening out their hibernation,
when self anointed maître d'
showcased good n plenti desserts
(pies, ice cream, cookies and cakes galore)
she made house special
comprising secret ingredients.
Upon being stuffed to the hilt
(dear kith and kin mother
all counted as family
think taxidermist specimen
readied for mounting)
all pledged a unanimous
New year's resolution
vouchsafed to start on diet
come January first.
my life is like a string
being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
my heart is like a rainstorm
the pitter-patter of my soul filled of love soliloquies unsung
filled of promises broken and repeated and rerun
and broken again
and again
my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
filled of triumphs and awards and “Bug, I’m so proud of you”
and crushed spirits disguised as “fun” and “Am’Agyn look what you’ve done” and look who you’ve become and look what you all have forced me to be
my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
my face is like a quilt weaved in relationship but laced in regret but reverenced with love
the smile of my mom and the rest of my dad
whose absence I swear doesn’t affect me but sometimes I wonder if with him id be less sad
if with him that first heartbreak wouldn’t have broken me and left me me feeling more alone than had
more hurt than healed
more hated than held
My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
Being stitched together and coming undone
and to the first boy I loved i still whisper your name in every breath
because I meant it when I said until apart does us death
My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
Being stitched together and coming undone
Highly decorated, often imitated, never duplicated, still and yet they say it’s luck- Am’Agyn Nae Spencer
Unforgettable, remarkable, and always “the one”
yet and still bursting at the seams, seeping with yearning, a pine that could leave you foaming at the mouth, a pain that you wouldn’t believe until it poured out
or until its weaving weakens
like a stubborn string
being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
The late January wind stings my face with a cold rebuke, a reminder of having fallen in love at the wrong time, with the right person.
It is a cruel trick to allow the heart to wander on its own, lost in a maze of unexplained emotions, attached with the bitter regret of weakness.
It is the measure of lovers in a triangle, when you find yourself looking in the mirror, uncertain of who else may be standing behind you.
It is easy to find love squandered by an unfair bargain negotiated when the price demanded exceeds the return with no promise of payment.
When everything you thought had been settled is turned around, and now you can’t find your way back even as a practiced escape artist.
There is silence as petals of pure whiteness begin to drift from the sky, obscuring the twisted path I walk in the empty park.
The evening darkness encroaches upon every thought until it is too late to realize the unseen hazards of love as the path ahead disappears.
I grasp the meaning of being in love as a mystery; a confluence of mostly random circumstances and events, sometimes never duplicated.
The hour deepens as the arm of night encircles me, my persistent companion, ready to welcome the darkness that cloaks the night.
Lovers stranded in a triangle are always confronted with the impossible as victims, ready to surrender to the inevitable unfair outcome.
There are never any guarantees when lovers form a triangle, only the certain mathematical probability of it not ending well.
I still try not to feel your presence inside the room, but at the same time I pretend to feel you slip between the cold sheets.
All the nights seem to linger longer than they are needed, and now I understand how it all slipped away so quickly.
We had become strangers to each other; trapped in the web of our transgressions with the unforgiving disappointment of love in a triangle.
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart, his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was, Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine.
M-usician, arranger,composer,and great band leader in the Swing Era.
I-n The Mood", is another one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart. Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big Band Era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
November.28.2018
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
-Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944-
(Years active 1923-1944)
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
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