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Writt4n By: D. Collins 7/29/25
Should I step up like somebody down with the game.
Or, do what I do, that was highly ingrained.
Some people beg to differ and change what they see.
I ain't the one, they ain't in people like me.
BeachBumPimpDaddyDarrell is now my new name.
Just trying to go out by the water from which I came.
Whether the Pacific or Atlantic it doesn't matter to me.
As long as it's the biggest ocean stretch is out to sea.
My peeps gone do things when they visit DaddyPimp.
Let you know he's not the brutha you want to mess with.
I'm trying to get to the water and breathe in fresh air.
Slap myself around and know I'm actually there.
~In The Fall~
(Dorian's Five Eight And Five)
Summer's almost gone
It means that fall will arrive soon
And this is just nice
Leaves from the trees change
Yellow reds browns golden all shades
Leaves in the air float
In fall all things change
Different sounds smells all around
Thanksgiving we greet
Great food on display
Family get together to
Celebrate this day
In Halloween folks
Wear costumes of all kind some are
Scary some funny
Love Halloween too
Night full of fun and playing tricks
Kids ask for candy
Go out trick or treat
Enjoy night imagining ghouls
Ghosts vampires witches
Fall is great season
The weather gets colder and crisp
Fall is beautiful.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
September.09.2016
~Author's Notes:
"Dorian's Five Eight And Five" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on 2012.
Opus Mysticus
Let us enter... and be silent.
My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs.
Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets
and saliva creased pillow cases.
Inundations and vivid remembrances
of days dead and hours traumatized.
You and the skinny one behind the wheel.
Whistling depressing dirges in D minor.
Your vituperative Mein Kampf of the ages!
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Young children bathing in the quagmire of Eden.
Bellerophone on Pegasus riding through Hell's Kitchen
in the upper east side.
My problems are but pinned butterflies
quasi-embalmed in glass cases
seeking in futile
the sweet revenge of past indignations.
Where are they now?
The artists of Transcript Necco?
Of Zoot Horn Rollo?
They're down on the dark city streets
off in dark scummy alleys
jamming till the lights go out.
Elucidations.
Proclivities.
Paragons.
Intense disaffections.
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Art
Plain, white, vacant;
is the canvas…
waiting for the celebration
of color!
One is nothing without the other.
The boundaries of emptiness,
the fullness, luster and texture of…
shade, tint or dye.
Alone then comforted.
A sinful nature, washed clean.
Our lives empty, un-purposed,
that odd hole we have,
when the lights…
go out.
It is part of us.
Like someone highlighted only half…
and left pieces unfinished?
The desire then to fill,
what can not be.
Strike a match and hold it
close to the wall.
Note…
Light, casts no shadow.
Darkness fears its touch,
and shakes at the edges,
of our senses.
The waiting blank, the colors in the tray…
Both valueless…
without the Master’s hand.
Your harsh words
Your morbid silence
Your dirty looks
Your dark violence
Will bend me
Will bend me
But I will not break!
Your stinging sarcasm
Your childish spite
Your evil meanness
Your brutish might
Will make me flicker
Will make me flicker
But I will not go out!
Your cold indifference
Your devious lies
Your stubborn pride
Your sad disguise
Will make me wither
Will make me wither
But I will not fall!
You may bruise me
You may abuse me
You may taunt me
You may haunt me
You may strike me
You may dislike me
You may wonder why
Though so hard you try...
I will never
I will NEVER
Lay down and die!
(To be sung to the tune of "Cruella DeVil")
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla
She’s better for you
than a sleeping pill.
Need sleep? See
Vanilla DeVil.
She’s simply plain;
if she were some ice cream,
she’d never be
an interesting one.
No caramel swirl.
No flavor has this girl.
She is the antidote
for having fun!
A humorless girl,
such bad company.
She hates to go out, so
what good is she for?
Avoid her when you have
some time to kill.
Vanilla Vanilla DeVil.
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla DeVil
Heading east on 16th Street
where the road becomes a “T”
it’s the last house on the south side
that means so much to me.
Pine shrubbery up to the windows
giant cottonwoods stand guard
an arch above the driveway
an eighteen acre yard
Wrapped in warm wood siding
inviting young and old
“Come! Sit upon this porch of mine!
Such stories yet to be told!”
The shingled roof, though worn with time
still boasts unyielding strength
a red brick chimney standing tall,
giant windows down the length
I helped to plant those giant trees
when we were both still small
and pulled the weeds from every inch
of eighteen acres....ALL!
I’ve climbed out of those windows
some punishment to escape
I’ve run across that rooftop
donned in a long red cape
I’ve crawled under that porch
upon my hands and knees
to rescue baby kittens
or little brothers for to tease
I’ve chased the dogs around the house
upon my faithful steed
who was just a Shetland pony
but always up to the deed!
Within those walls, and out it seems,
many lessons there were learned
and in the process of it all
the memories, on my heart, were burned
Though things change, as all things do,
there, most things stay the same
like love and laughter flowing ‘round
and calling out my name
Now, when I’m growing weary
and need a place to hide
I jump into my trusty car
and go out for a ride
‘cause
Heading east on 16th Street
where the road becomes a “T”
that last house on the south side
means so much to me!
Trudy Diane Rider
10-2003
life is a challenge that you must go out and meet
life is a journey that you need to complete
life is a mystery that you need to unfold
life is an opportunity that you need to take hold
life is a puzzle that you must learn to solve
life is a game in which you are involved
life is a duty on which you must act
life is a struggle that you need to fight back
life is a goal for you to achieve
a gift from God for you to receive
life is an adventure so just get in the race
life is a tragedy that you must stand and face
life is a song for you to sing
life is the promise of everything
life is sorrow that you need to overcome
life is a victory that has already been won
life is beautiful so give it some praise
and thank the Lord God for giving you another day
life is all that and more
Youtube,
Instant gratification generation,
Living your life on a spiders web,
Imperiled, endangered conspiracy theories straight to your head,
Web Cam On,
Snoopers watching you like internet ****,
And you're none the wiser,
Or maybe you are?
Is that why you push yourself so far?
Fad diets,
When people abroad are hungry and starving,
You sit at home with your little shake,
Dreaming of the turkey you could be carving
Juice plus, Fruit Crush, Herbalife you're completely barking.
Facebook,
Living it large living a lie,
Larging it up for drama and likes,
Following celebrities stalking your exes,
When will it stop?
Real life,
There is a wide world outside,
Waiting for you to go out and explore,
Stories waiting just to be told,
Do it now before the moment is gone before you're to old.
When I was four, I hadn't thought life a bore,
As I was free to play, until one very day,
I learned someday we all go out that door,
One by one, "It was fun," I know I'll say.
When I was 6, I was reminded of this crucifix:
As I was trying to sleep, I began to seize,
It was how I became self-aware I need a fix,
How taking a pill daily makes life a breeze.
When I was 8, I learned how to better create
A world of my own, safe in my chamber,
Until once again I fell into a seizure of hate,
I awoken to family holding me ever closer.
When I was 10, I was free of the disease,
No longer needed the pill for prevention.
I was bewildered by which brought me ease,
As I let run wild my suppressed imagination.