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Saturday garage sale- moving to an old heritage apartment,
Years of collecting, but lots must go, even things of contentment.
Two china cabinets, one from Mom, one Grandma, they bring a smile,
Perhaps, I can somehow keep them in wall to wall old china cabinet style.
As I go through my many things and stuff, I say why did I ever get that,
Clothing gothic, retro and vintage lace, shoes, handbags, jewelry and hats.
A broken and battered filing cabinet- it holds poetry written from my heart,
Need a new filing system for sure, should I sell, NO we can never be apart.
Vases and vases, colorful and quite dusty in my window, quite useless,
Porcelain dishes in my cupboards for years, lost in forgetfulness.
Old VHS movies, watched, outdated music and just loads, tons of stuff,
How does one say goodbye, garage sale Saturday, oh this will be so rough.
I think, I should hang on sign on myself, reading broken heart, for sale,
well suck it up as Grandma used to say and lets have a grand old garage sale.
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September 8, 2012
Poetry/Couplet/Broken Heart, For Sale
Copyright Protected, ID 09-419-262-09
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Poet's Garage Sale
sponsor, A Skat, Judged 10/23/2012
Ninth Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, Any Couplet You Wish II
sponsor, Laura Loo, Judged
First Place
Who knows how
Net turns ten
Now own to won
Off arm to mar
The sunshine of four
That rise to grow
Their sheep fur
Just like ours
As long as bride's gown
Unlike a fairy tale bird
Whose ribs are light
Off bid to plead the sky
To help pin its way up
Without its mother's tips
Not to get nip by the wind
Unto the back of the earth
But sheep does go through pains
Often off nap time to rest a while
That span through a hell of lifetime
Cum surviving fitness' coat off cot
In the rain where cold hits softly
In the sun where heat hammers
Year-in year-out, as era unfolds
New pit of hope to upshot stained lint
Before ash fill the hopeful wind
And its ash covers the sky
To shy away graceful breath
Heavenly arc shaped its being
That mirrors mercy; merrily wrapped
Off war but shaped games battling light
To shine a drab dragon fuming to see
The beast of night before dawn nods
I hate the city,
Because I can't stand the pity
Of those who are killed and hurt,
So that's why I live in a small town with roads made up of dirt.
It's far more peaceful over here than there.
And I don't care,
About how "boring" it can be here compared to there
In the city, because around here
We can ride on the back of trucks freely,
I can go through trails
And hear the train going along the rails,
I can even find pretty rocks & shells.
But still, I agree that buying stuff in the city,
Can be great, somehow though...
My hometown is my favourite place...
Born here and everytime I leave
And go there, to the city,
I start to feel unhappy after staying
Away from my home for so long
And just want to go back,
Probably because my little town is where I belong.
The seasonal funs I have are always the ones,
That turn my frowns upside down,
Plus, also, the city has one thing missing and
That is my family, so I am happy I live in this town.
The city just isn't for me,
This town is where I belong.
And it is where I can always hear birds sing their songs
And this is the place I feel strong in,
Nothing can tear my bond with this place...
Innumerable things are not going right today,
And you're having a very rough and bad day.
So many things are going completely wrong;
And sometimes you don't know what to do
You're really feeling bad, and over stressed,
So much happening, that's not good at all for you,
Things and people are trying to get back at you to,
You're feeling the pressure, and you're stressed too
But to God you can go to,He's your Comforter all time,
He's always there for you,in times of tests and trials too,
He can help you overcome anything you go through,
Just give Him a call and He'll be there for you
Stress can be very harmful and bad for anyone,
It can affect us folks in so many negative ways,
It can cause us lots of health problems too,
Heart attacks,depression,and it can make us so blue
So to God go and give them all your problems to,
Just release them to Him when you can't cope with them everyday,
Having assurance that He can help you in anything,
God can help you to see the light,and give you His peace too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,15,2014
Dot to dot they join,
Line to line the word forms,
A word many have craved,
A word that made its abode with some,
A word that scarcely stayed with some,
This word was given to some and it made them,
This word was given to some but marred them,
A word that fragmented indomitable nations,
A word some sought with peaceful protests,
A word some sought for with arms and ammunition,
Nations' founding fathers were martyred for it,
A man was incarcerated for a score and seven years because he journeyed its road for his nation,
A word that has opened its
door to some only for a short season,
A word that I earnestly seek in its entirety,
Freedom is a bird I want to eternally take flight with,
Let it come to me like the east wind,
Let it take its seat in my chamber,
Hold hands with me in my sojourn,
Until I go through dawn's final door.
December 16, 2022.
You never kiss me like you used to do,
Or say you want me so I know it’s true.
And even though we still might get it on,
There’s no denying, babe, the thrill is gone.
These days the pattern’s gotten too routine.
There’s no excitement when we’re on the scene.
Can’t say exactly how things got this way,
Just know the dance we do is no ballet.
Our lovin’s nothin’ but a fire drill;
Go through the motions, but without the thrill.
Instead of heat, we end up with a chill.
Our lovin’s nothin’ but a fire drill.
But babe, let’s say we give it one more try.
Let’s reach on back to when our souls could fly.
We did it then and we could do it now.
Just lay it down and let me show you how.
So, no more looking for the fast way out.
Let’s take our time; that’s what it’s all about.
Let love’s fierce sweetness fan the flames until
We’ve made it more than just a fire drill.
Do not pretend you know how I feel or where I have been
You do not, not unless you have walked a mile in my shoes
You do not know what I speak of
It is an undying pain that never ends
No you really have no apparent clue
Yes I've prayed to Him up above
I have begged Him to take the hurt away
And let me move on with my life
Let me once again, have control
But, for now, here is where He has me stay
No fame or fortune, but with hurt, pain, and strife
It runs deep through my veins right down to my soul
Broken hearted is the definition of my life everyday
Chills are heated to my core
And cuts me down to the bone
My ends will not any longer meet and are withered and frayed
Leaves me longing for so much more
Silent voices speaking such volumes of quiet screams which are heard so clearly as one long
moan
My misery runs endlessly deep
And it loves burning my mind and making sure I slowly lose my sanity
Look at me closely you will find that I am really falling apart
Here with barely anything but the emotions of being cold, lonely, and feeling weak
After awhile, though it is not so hard to believe all the calamity
I blame myself for all I go through still, it is the result of my wild, wild heart
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be unconditional.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be inspirational.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be between 2 people.
Love, what is love?
It is hopefully leading you to the steeple. (church)
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be growing old together.
Love, what is love?
It is any storm you go through should be withered.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be there together and not be a bother.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be uplifting to each other.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to be your best friend.
Love, what is love?
It is supposed to last till the end.
[Verse]
It began in earnest with betrayal…and sealed with a kiss
After a long night of prayer...the arrows from Satan close but miss
The trial, a farce, but I know it's all in the plan
I came here to teach, to be the sacrifice for every man
Satan jeers and mocks through the mouths of men, each time a fist hits my face, I forgive them again.
[Chorus]
I came to deliver you
The one who spit in my face
The man that hammers the nails, I'm here to take your place
The one behind the bloody whip who laughs at my pain
I love you with every strike, each strike I forgave
Oh my love for you just over flows
Through the ages to every soul
[Verse]
I see your face as I hang upon this cross
Flashes of all the ones I love who are lost
The weight of sin makes it so hard to breathe
When you reject the gift I've given freely
But you who lifts your hands in love and praise
How you ease the weight and soothe the pain
All the souls my father made go through my mind… As I make the way
[Chorus]
I came to deliver you
The one who spit in my face
The man that hammers the nails, I'm here to take your place
The one behind the bloody whip who laughs at my pain
I love you with every strike, each strike I forgave
Oh my love for you just over flows
Through the ages to every soul
[Tag]
I am the way
I am the truth
I am the life
My love for you just over flows and over flows…through the ages to every soul…to every soul.
You don’t flinch too often
Even though I can see the pain
Veining its way across your brow
In creases of anguish,
Much like torture
Laying bare all emotions
And cutting away all inhibitions
With a knife of agonizing severity
In the burns that have melted
Any thought of comfort
You don’t flinch, but repeat
The phrase, “I’m hurting”
Without so much as a shrinking
From the tender, excruciating burn
That festers and embitters
Creates a horrific honesty
Which penetrates even your dreams
With angst, worry that it will never
Be the same
That this pain will never end
And you will be left with
Only the memory of comfort
Peace that comes with the solace
Of knowing a pain free existence
A effortless life built on simplicity
Without difficulty or dread
Unproblematic, painless
You don’t flinch too often
Yet I see you in the mirror
When you think I can’t see
And there is a cringing squinch
A flinch that frees you from pretense
The pain brings a taste of strife
That most only know in nightmares
This nightmare was born
In the fire that touched your skin
And burned you with its flame
Its blaze of burning knives
Piercing you again and again
With an inferno of agony
Fire consumes all doubt of a easy life
After seeing a couple of the comments, I realized people were thinking this was about a firefighter, which it isn’t. It was written because my father in law was caught on fire and put out and had to go through the painful recovery process. He was much braver than I could have been – but there isn’t any doubt of the pain he experienced. He is much better now, healed, and glad to have made it through the ordeal.