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The day I was born, is the day I begin to die,
That how the system is designed, there is no known answer even if one get to ask why,
For life and death without one there will not be the other,
Death is inexorable, the fear of it I for long put to slumber.
But before I die,
I must fulfil my purpose as time fly,
Touching countless lives, showing I care.
So even when gone, it shall be evinced that I was here.
I will love and respect all and none I will hate,
Treat everyone beneath as if they were my mate.
Appreciate everyone for the things they do,
Judge none, if I can't walk in their shoe.
I will swelter a cake and dived it to four,
East, North, South, one for each and I will eat the last with West, that for sure.
The cake flavored in unanimity, designed in parity and equity and colored in peace and harmony,
And share the message that we are one made of many.
I will work in the West, sleep in the North, wakeup in the East and dress in the South,
Marry in the North-West, build my dynasty in the East, and dwell in the South.
Farm in the South-East, fishing in the North-West,
And dine with my friends from the South-East and In-laws from the North-West.
Engraved my name not on a rock but in the heart of many,
Not by words from mouth but by good deeds to many,
Shelter the homeless kids, lead the youths and befriend the aged,
Comfort the frail motivate the zest, and free the caged.
Embraced art, and devalued the political vocation,
Spread the unity and love as I contribute to building my nation.
Since the day I was born this is the mission I envisioned
Before I die though seems impossible but I must complete my mission.
Come in angel of death since my soul you must take,
Come into my house and let celebrate
If my mission is yet to complete I ask for a second, minute or even a day,
To complete my mission and we will be on our way
Since you are here for my soul to steal,
I will save you the burden since my name you cannot kill
Hence before I die I have proved that I was here,
By touching one life at a time with such delicacy, tenderness and care.
Softened whispers transcend through the centuries
As they echo at night in my dreams
I can hear as they sigh when they call me
Like the ripples of soft flowing streams
They beseech me to always remember
All the struggles of so long ago
Although aeons have passed since they perished
Gifts of knowledge they seek to bestow
In my dreams I am reincarnated
Hand-in-hand as we laugh and we play
I’m not sure if they're real or imagined
I just know that they taught me to pray
Very clearly I see them before me
Then they smile as they fade in my sleep
In my mind I hold on to their memories
In my heart they all dwell in the deep
This icon was as noble as a king
in many ways as wise as solomon
but great was he like Chris Himself
His voice was as soft and touching as a fairy’s
in many ways he was as meek as a lamb
with garments as opulent as if made in heaven
His songs made the world tremble
and his sight made people fumble
in music, he was invincible
He danced beyond measure
his dancing style was unique
the way he arrayed his dresses on him was unique
He was as rich as solomon
for the gold he amassed was beyond measure
he could turn black to white
when he danced, what a sight!!!
and when he monwalked, it was a marvel
when he twisted people were mesmerised.
“King of pop” he earned the title
grammy amonsgt other awards bored him
MJ was a supernatural being
As humans we have flaws
he was no exception
for he was a human
At two scores and a half
our icon breathed his last
bringing sorrow to our world
He will forever dwell in our minds
for he was a man who knew no bounds
for his songs still thrill people
MICHAEL JACKSON, I LOVE YOU
~In His Love And Grace~
(Trine)
My rock and my lighthouse is really God
He's my greatest inspiration, He's also my rod.
When earthquakes and storms in life I have to face
All that I need to do is just seek my Lord's grace.
In good and bad times to God I fervently pray
On Him I can absolutely rely and always lean on to every day.
With all my might and soul to God I praise and applaud
And with all my heart and soul to all Jesus' teachings I embrace
Knowing that no matter what He's with me, and loves me forever all the way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.11.2016
~Author's Notes:
"The Trine" is a poetry form, which apparently originated in France.
-Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)-
1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
-King James Version (KJV)
When I am near to You, what light
You shine eternally
Your light reveals where I should go
At night it stays with me
When I am near to You, what awe
I see that I am naught
But simple clay, a vessel small
Which He, the potter, wrought
When I am near to You, what tears
Of healing and release
What gladness to surrender all
And to be filled with peace
When I am near to You, what peace
You wipe away all tears
I feel Your eyes, intent on me
You cast away all fears
When I am near to You, what rest
I dwell beneath Your wing
Your shelter over me is love
Within Your tent I sing
When I am near to You, what truth
You show me, and I see
I see my failures, see Your grace
See all You did for me
When I am near to You, what love
Incomparable and whole
It wraps around me like a cloak
Brings comfort to my soul
When I am near to You, what strength
At once all doubts dissolve
I know my King will fight for me
And strengthen my resolve
When I am near to You, what faith
I know You never fail
Your faithfulness seems tangible
It always will prevail
When I am near to You, what help
You give amidst distress
You bring me through the trying times
To cleanse me, and to bless
When I am near to You, what might
We have the victory
No weapon formed against me stands
For You abide in me
When I am near to You, what grace
You hold me in Your hand
Your grace is more than all the things
I cannot understand
When I am near to You, what hope
What confidence is mine
Whatever comes, the good and bad
Shall be for Your design
When I am near to You, what joy
At once, I do not care
Where I must go throughout my life
As long as You are there
When I am near to You, what words
Of wisdom I receive
Your words of love, Your promises
I stand on, and believe
When I am near to You, what trust
I suddenly am bold
Since birth Your hands have carried me
And still, till I am old
When I am near to You, what glee
My heart at once is free
Your presence is my hiding place
And where I long to be
When I am near to You, what life
What friendship dear and true
And I shall serve here at Your feet
Forever near to You
Becoming decrepit is an inevitable occurrence
Challenging wellness of its real consequence
Oldness evidently attacks, confronting my denial’s insistence…
Now, I must be ready midst time's persistence
To face frailty courageously with joyous iridescence!
Undoubtedly obvious
Physical debility shows how life is precious
Prodding me to value moments, being cautious
Warning me that I can be both anxious and oblivious…
Thus; my strength today should be spent graciously victorious!
Seriously at work well
The aging process grips every cell
Exposing grey hair, weakening body’s fuel
Even diminishing functionality the spirit doesn’t tell…
Now, I welcome it; while in my tasks, I should still excel!
Incredibly dominant midst my midlife stage
Growing old charges me to use its great advantage
Teaching with wisdom, led by God* Who does manage
Along His love and grace-might of increased faith’s gauge…
I ought to keep on serving joyously, subduing dilapidation’s wreckage.
*Colossians 3:16 - Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.
3rd place, "Decrepit" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/10/2025
It seems to us as we continue to grow older the more and more we find
how often we climb the memory tree that grows within our minds.
A tree that’s nourished by our memories…at least that’s what we believe…
Memories that enter through its roots and form its branches and its leaves.
Last night our family sat around a campfire…toasting marshmallows…making s’mores
Which, except for the masks and social distancing, we’ve done a thousand times before.
And what a treat it was for us…what an absolute delight!
as we watched our daughter and our grandchildren aglow in the campfire light.
Suddenly we found ourselves high atop our memory trees…and near as we can tell
amid the branches and the leaves where our campfire memories dwell.
From where we perched upon our branches we were shown a wonderful surprise…
as memories of old campfires danced before our eyes.
Perhaps that’s why old people smile so much around campfires…
as they watch their reality and their memories blend…
and hoping time will at least pause…or this moment will not end…
But when all the s’mores were eaten, the campfire had burned out
and we said goodnight to our daughter and our grandchildren…
We were not sad…
we did not pout.
Because as we continue to grow older
it becomes easier and easier for us to see…
Our memories made today around the campfire
will find their way into our tree…
And if we want to visit them…any place or any time
All we have to do is smile…close our eyes…and climb.
~Ambassador Of Sunshine~
(Christintina Style)
Your verses in my heart
Dwell and won't depart
Wonderful lady
It shows you did care
And your heart did share
Great poetess you always wrote with all your heart.
You're a most beautiful one
You always shine like the sun
Your love for God always shows
In all that you wrote and chose
Helen Steiner Rice you are a
Great inspiration to me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.21.2015
Helen Steiner Rice (May 19, 1900 – April 23, 1981) was an American poetess writer of Christian and inspirational poetry.
Christintina is a poetry style created by Christina R. Jussaume.
IN GOD I TRUST!
I used to dread it every year.
The mysticism of winter filled me with fear.
I observed the fallen leaves on the floor.
The emotion on my face flipped to a sore.
I'd rather dwell on my gloomy thoughts.
What struck me was how I argued and sought
I loved everything almost watching nature.
Plants and animals are affected by denature.
It poured as I strolled by the oleander tree.
Oleander is the oldest living species to dree.
The bane is its dark green lanceolate shape.
the water trickling down from the cape.
My black cat is making an active effort.
to seek refuge behind falling leaves.
However, it is reacting to a leg hurt.
It might draw too wet for food and sheaves.
If a cat could foam a wish come true,
I lack to have a lot of tasty fresh fish.
a fish that is wriggling and writhing too.
I would wish it in a silver, fluttering dish.
Everything works in complete harmony.
Winter is groovy, but it won't last until spring!
Summer and bliss are in aorist harmony.
Winter will not persist; everything swings.
Written: January 22, 2023
Winter Is Not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
August 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 7-9
Key Verse – Jeremiah 7:3 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, Amend your ways and your doings, and I will cause you to dwell in this place.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO AMEND OUR WAYS AND OUR DOINGS
Praise be to God for enabling us to
amends our ways and our doings while we:
Hear His Word
Hearken to His will
Hold on to His wisdom
Hide inside His watchfulness
Honour His worthiness and winning
Hail His helpfulness midst His work wonders
Jeremiah 8:14 Praise be to the Lord for putting us
to silence because of our:
Terrible transgressions along tarnished testimony
Topsy-turvy task despite trendy toil-techniques
Terrorized temper midst our turbulent turmoil
Treacherous triumph and taunting timidity
Troubled trust along touchy trait
Jeremiah 9:24 Praise be to the Saviour for instructing us
about what delights Him; thus, we must be:
Praising His personhood while prioritizing His presence
Persevering through His power, propelled by His prudence
Pursuing along His pleasure, praying and pleading for peace
Pressing forward unto His perfection, packed with His provisions
Performing by His purpose, producing through His plan’s perspective. Amen!
August 13, 2024