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When Gabriella was 5 there was a terrifying storm.
She woke up and screamed as loud as she could.
No-one answered so she ran into her parent’s bedroom.
Her Mother and Father were hiding under the bed.
Gabriella crawled under the bed with them.
All night the lightening crashed and seemed to be very close to their house.
Some thing strange happened to Gabriella that night.
She looked at her Parents who were still terrified and smiled.
She then crawled out from the bed and went to her own room.
Her Mother told her to come back but she didn’t listen.
Little Gabriella stood next to her bedroom window and watched the storm.
She could see the Lightening striking in the distance.
Although she was a little scared she couldn’t run.
She was mesmerised by the Rain the Storm and the Lightening.
She was even a little sad when the Sun came out and the Storm was over.
To get through the night she sang a little song to help.
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.”
For Gabriella Time danced by like a ballerina.
Before she knew it she was 18 and in love.
She meet Simon at College and went everywhere with him.
They used to finish each other’s sentences and laugh.
One night Simon was driving Gabriella home and there was a terrible storm.
A kangaroo startled by the lightening jumped in front of the car.
Simon swerved to miss the Kangaroo and went into a ditch.
It was raining heavily and both of them were unconscious.
Gabriella opened her eyes and saw Lightening crashing around her.
She tried to wake Simon but couldn’t.
She could see that his head was bleeding.
Gabriella climbed out of the car and walked slowly threw the storm.
It was dark and frightening but she decided to sing,
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening....
Before she could finish singing a car pulled over and the driver offered her a lift.
In hospital Simon thanked Gabriella for saving him.
He told her how brave he thought she was.
She said you’ll be fine if you face the Storm with a song.
The sun stays out longer than usual
My shoes dusty from the road
My ice cream melting quickly in my hand
Music plays softly through my earbuds
The air slightly smells warm after the downpour
Kids laughing all up and down the street
The pool water shines all shades of blue
My friends out and about after sunset
We talk about random, interesting things
Sometimes summer feels endless
Every year it feels too short
I miss my friends more at night
Fireflies glow in the darkness
The sky, pink before dark
I watch the clouds coast by slowly
The ice in my drink melts before I finish
Late nights have my mind racing
Old memories come easier than other times
I smile more during June days
Everything feels lighter for some reason
Even sad thoughts feel softer
The night air feels calm and peaceful
Summer always leaves too soon
A hundred jabs demand a hundred more
but still you die and are mocked deplore
Restrictions to control every inch of your life
depression and loneliness from the strife
Faith is shackled churches, temples, mosque closed
worship and prayer marks you as one of those
Forced to mask against your will
masking gives bureaucrats their thrills
All therapeutics forcibly denied
cheap pills that could save lives
Fake news and fake president
propaganda while loss of innocences
Constitution and laws be damned
pandemic rules through the land
If you live control by blue
there is no hope for you
Herd immunity refused and mocked
Big profits for Big Pharma politicians bought
No one blames the CCP
Who brought the world to it's knees
Now Olympics in Beijing
the world crawls before Xi Jinping
Business and schools force to close
as giant corporations had their profits rose
Fear tactics of virus repeated lies
scaring people believing they will all die
Enough.
Globally, People march, People protest
around the world much unrest
Pushing, fighting winning their lives back
People peacefully on the attack
Liberty will replace mandates
The world will control it's fate
Overthrowing the old with the brave new
A swelling of billions had enough of you
Freedom beckons and the evil will fall
and while we're at it finish the Wall
Peace, Faith , Freedom, Again and forever.
Amen (Let it be)
They surrounded me
With utter hatred
Flying in sting
Sting yellow jacket
Pain and swelling
Filled my hands
Oh what burning
These brilliant yet
Barbaric creatures
Can inflict upon a soul
My innocent composure
Was just trying to fix
Rotten wood
Devious yellow striped
Whipper smackers
Of ill will do they know?
Obviously or they would
Be equipped with
Some other form
Of defense by design
They say they can
Remember faces
Well two weeks ago
I filled their humble
Cantankerous abode
With foam sealant
Obviously today I
Thought I was safe
Little did I know
Pelted with flying
Carnivorous yellow
And black hellraisers’
They must have
Remembered me
Thank God for advil
And calamine lotion
The war will finish
Tonight at dusk
When my wasp
And hornet killer
Shall take back
My home.
~Authors And Writers~
( The Bell)
Authors
Love to write
Writers authors work hard
Glad when finish great book
Both just love to write
They work lots of hours
Final product is their most joyful
Reward
0
Writers
Work so hard
Go through strenuous process
Books can take long time
Lots of hours editing reviewing
Many changes are often made
Authors writers editors are a great
Team
0
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
July.21.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Bell" is a poetry style created by Dorian
Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September,18,2010.
Another four years and
you finish right where you began
These are the stories
No one really wants to tell
But I hope you make it better
Once your journey saves your life
It’s a moment in the mist of love
Take your time and pick your flowers
Laughter
It’s a scent that lies between you and I
Do enjoy the days that pass
I’ll only say goodnight
So take your road trips
Back pack across Europe
For goodness sake
Just live your days until they go
Laughter
It’s a secret that lies between you and I
Do enjoy the days that pass
I’ll only say goodnight
A photograph, a memory
Up’s and downs that you found
Mark and be eternal
Set for coarse an early rise
Lets not forget the sun set
All the new faces that we met
So, thanks for the distractions
But I need to pursue my passions
What paths am I on again?
My universe was turned upside down
I gave you my hearts crown
And you were too busy filling your purse
In other words, can I get a reimburse?
Of the curse of knowing you
Time cannot be reverse
Where to Start?
You may argue that it was my choice to go rescue
Because I thought I saw, strength, value, and virtue
That’s why I was into and wanted to continue
Now I see though that your love was never true
It was all just a waste; my heart needs to be erased
My hearts broken and needs to be awoken
Where to Start?
I need a nurse, for these symptoms are getting worse
But the dispatcher only wanted to send a hearse
Because I’m frozen and instead I’m being led in a sled
Consumed by this blacken cavity tissue
Because girl you are my issue
My love became the smoke of a cigar
Forgotten memoirs of a fallen star
Thrown down and drowned in a shadowy well
Farewell. No misspell. I meant ‘Go to hell!’
Here’s my eulogy. Wish you never met me
Thanks for the remembrance of you
Where to start?
She a player who’s queued for her next match
Wanting to try out her newest patch
Then taking aim
And ------- until there is nothing else to game
The body counts
Something is wrong with her account
Where to start?
She needs to go find a new toy
Something like a little solider boy
Melting all the plastic
Making all the room toxic
Did someone call for the medic?
The verdict, horrific
My empty cavity
Just a tragic memory
Where to start?
As there will always be this shadow behind my ---
To harass
As a reminder of our past
So, why do the nice guys finish last?
Because of you!
Where to start?
In pain, I cried
Being electrified
In this hospital room
Called life’s classroom
I’ll need a qualified doctor
Something to monitor
This surgery of your robbery
From the treasury
Of my heart
Where to start?
Form:
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
A speech in front of hundreds, I yearned to scream
Standing in my underwear, my shaking voice was caught
Closing my eyes tightly, trying to change the theme
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Skating across the ice, I wind up to take my shot
I miss the net completely, letting down the team
I’m stuck in a roar of booing heckles, an onslaught
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
Shut these lids again, restarting in a shallow stream
Running with aching legs amidst a forest, I am shot
A hunter hovers over me, to finish his prey I deem
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
With the bang I take off again, sprinting on the spot
There is no ground below, I plummet from a height extreme
Anticipating the collision, pinching to change the plot
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
Is it over? Am I out of this self-induced figment regime
In a jolt and thud, I reach the cloth of bed that I’ve sought
A sigh of exhaustion and relief, I’m all out of steam
Bedding and pillows askew in the chaos that I brought
In a tossing and turning night.
June 6th, 2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
I'm sorry was you not expecting a reaction
What was I supposed act like the didn't happen
And I prayed for an angel to save me
But when Mama came to rescue her baby
You called it kidnapping
You thru my hero in jail
And sent me back to hell
For the devil to finish his "kid-napping"
I was told to tell you I fell
as it starts to sting and swell
You called it attention deficit disorder
I call it being ignored
So tell me was it something I said
Or was it something I did
That gave you the right to do what you did
Did it make you feel big
Raping your own kid
And this life will be the death of me
As you see there's nothing left of me
And I got to live with what's left of me
And if I make it through this life alive
Well kill me
I hope I live long enough to die
And my destiny is not to live but to die
I won't be silenced
And my revenge is violent
But never will I cater to your lies
You are everything that I despise
What you done to me cannot be disguised
I don't even care of the hell you put me through
Never will I ever be like you
And now I'm feeding my dopeaphnes
Mithafedsamnes
Im letting you get to me
Deprived as I'll ever be
But this is not me
Life ain't what it needs to be
Trying to live life's expectancy
Even though there's nothing left of me
You still expect from me
Well I hope you seen what you came to see
Cuz that's all the f##k you're getting from me
Mr Later arrived for his interview,
for the position of Time Manager.
"Good morning. I'm Mr Later," he smiled.
"I'm here to improve your schedule."
"Though, judging by your diary...
I suspect we've met before."
His Business Card read:
Manager of Pending Affairs
CEO of Not Yet, But Maybe!
Director of Priority Re-ordering
Minister for Best Intentions
Chief Executive of Almost Enough
Commissioner of Convenient Excuses
Chairman of Noble Intentions
Custodian of Someday
His Specialties included:
Priority laundering.
Pending upending.
Bucket-list polishing.
Deadline cushioning.
Urgency Dilution.
Calendar decompression
Hope rescheduling
Momentum evaporation.
His Motto Section read:
"Do it when you've got more time."
"Tomorrow has reserved you a front-row seat."
"Don't spend tomorrow using up today.
"You'll appreciate it much more... later."
"The hills ain't going anywhere."
"There'll always be another sunset."
"We upend pendings, extending your endings."
"We'll keep your bucket list beneath your shopping list."
"Every conundrum sounds humdrum on a bongo drum."
"Later is always the perfect time... trust me."
Before the interview was halfway through,
Mr Later stood up.
"Sorry," he smiled.
"I'm running a little....later than expected."
"I'm late! I'm late!"
"I have another appointment."
"Can we finish this..."
"...later?"
Then, turning at the door,
The interviewer smiled:
"See you Later?"
Mr Later smiled:
"Everyone does!"