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Premium Member Spread Love -The Monchielle Style

~Spread Love~
(Monchielle)


Spread love in the whole world
You can feel it within
Love just keeps on giving
Sow seeds of love everywhere
Praise God for all blessings

Spread love in the whole world
God gives us love for free
In hearts love brings a song
His love can give you peace
Love makes a heart grow strong

Spread love in the whole world
Love God and seek Him first
His way is best for you 
Love heals a heart that hurts
Feel and share His love too

Spread love in the whole world
Advocate love not war
With love to people talk
Experience His love too
In his love do the walk.



Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2009



April.21.2016


~Author's Notes:

The "Monchielle"  is a poetry style  created by Jim T. Henriksen.


Premium Member Kissed By the Passing Breeze of Awakening

It was strange as a very strange dream,
And like a rare foggy winter day sunbeam;
Was that caressing kiss meant for me,
Or like the tide of the sea, for anyone, free?
Did I feel that Kiss had a romantic touch,
Nay, in it there was no intimacy as such;
The interiors of my being seemed to crack, yet,
As though in my unawareness nothing got set;
A bit of complication like that of loops of a thread I felt,
Oh, how many times I could see my faith melt!
Many times life looked like Shakespearean tragedy,
Even catharsis seemed to increase my agony;
This state of mind continued for very long,
Until I understood that my love should grow strong...!!!
Form: Verse

Premium Member - Beauty Is Looking Into Your Eyes and Seeing Your Heart

Twilight has it's own wings and its own melody
Battles with the mystery of a sun setting horizon dawning hues 

Pearl white smile's from the moon, in a mood of beautiful seduction
Oracle within one thousand chants dances with the shadows of night shades 

For you, I will catch every star that I see as the evening sky surrenders 
Sparkling silver dust their trails leave magic spells whispers deeply winds 

Drinking from the milky way a mix of delicious chocolate 
Icing of a thousand shape shifting patterns emerge glowing 

Soft caramel and gorgeous nougat smiles golden melting 
Under a canopy of stars you remain cradled forever beautiful 
 
I would love to dance like planets that circulate around the sun
Blood's rivers are like red cherries and float like wine

Its colorful aura exudes amazing happiness
Sweet like a dream, I lean my cheek on lace pillows
Everything feels so right, our love will grow strong


A collaborated poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
11.01.2018

Copyright © All Rights Reserved

* Poem of the Week ; 14.01.2018

Invasion

When I was a lad and turned on the TV,
was shows like Creature Feature that frighten me.
Vampires, mummies, aliens, werewolves and ghosts,
were the monsters that always scared me the most.

But these days it's the news that keeps me awake,
cause sometimes it's hard to tell the real from fake.
My smart phone's bombarded by horrific things,
monster that used to only live in my dreams.

Twenty-four hours a day these nightmares grow strong,
and with each passing second my newsfeed is on. 
Saying there's no escape from what's here today,
each one of us is surely going to pay.

Those mutated creatures that we used to see,
we laugh at them now for being so cheesy.
I long for those days and the movies of old,
we killed the monsters by giving them a cold.

Today's monsters are quite another topic,
from huge asteroids to things microscopic.
We can't kill them off with an atomic bomb,
like they did in all them old movies long gone.

I know it's something we don't like to discuss,
because now it's not monsters that’s killing us.
So how will we defeat these creature you shout,
by going to the booth and voting them out.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When a Blind Man Cries

On a patrol for the good so far from their home
Professional in their minds, never to roam

But this is a world, where feelings are forgotten
Damning souls of destruction fuelled with gun-cotton

For on rocky outcrops and deserted sand paths
Lie hidden dangers to take life from it's grasp

Coalition troops, our children just boys
Doing their duty for their orders employ

On missions they set out to rid insurgent scum
Against a tactic so great, guerrilla warfare hit and run

Recent news has informed us, that another has been downed
A father, uncle or son, leave another family tear drowned

Another hidden device in his face has exploded
Their hunger to hate once again has been loaded

Medics rush in to save the life of their soul
Knowing when he's home, another stat for wars toll

Many weeks he recuperates, behind bandages and care
Visited by friends, but only his children do stare

His strength now regained, but not the man he once was
A silence beckons then turns to applause

Assisted by comrades as he is led to collect
His medal of valour whilst inside he reflects

In his future years knowing his children grow strong
For he's in a dark world, where he doesn't belong

Emotions so many will follow his years
For when this blind man cries, we must share in his tears







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php
Form: Couplet


Forgotten Verses

I opened the old drawer, stories long ago hidden
beneath the dust, beyond the debris
A notebook full of eraser marks and hope 
an unfinished page still waiting for me 
what comes next, I thought as I glanced
poems written that now seem ancient to read
my fears, my wishes, my forgotten dreams
words that once danced with joy and ease
now quietly sitting in the shadow of time
some spoke of plans that don't fit who I am
some told stories of struggles and pain
others were celebrations somehow forgotten
I flipped through the pages
Poems unfinished, Ink slowly fading
A thought halfway started, but never complete
I grabbed my new pen with fire in my heart
When I started to write the glimmer in my eyes once dim
started to grow strong, stronger than it's ever been
Although unfinished verses may always remain
the pen and the paper are calling my name

Premium Member Velvet


To be able to admit when your wrong
Can only make a love grow strong
To be able to give your heart unlatched
With no strings attached
Will make a love complete
Caring, sharing with a laugh
(It was good to hear you laugh)
Love doesn't blame
It doesn't play those foolish games
It's the nectar, the ambrosia
It burns the cloven flames
It bares what God gives of Himself
He has a Name above all names

Is it a crime to want to seek Paradise
The pursuit of happiness in this life?
Grab hold of some fantasy and run
To a place where two hearts become one
Make some time and find that special place
Living Coram Deo, before God's face
It's not hate here, that leaves scars
It's meadows, clouds, rainbows and guitars 
It's angels, stars and choirs but not a devil's grin
It's you and I, it's velvet
Just feel the softness against your skin
Form: Rhyme

COME JANUARY, YOU WILL GROW STRONG



Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January 
a quandary thought of  curiosity arises, when will it? 
Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury 
end of year expenses, alongside the what if's 
Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary

Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness 
behind the hands of time the heart is willing 
but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed
in this life of woe release the things your fearing  
for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness 

A new beginning is what you need come January days   
be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime  
Embrace the gold, release things that weigh 
the world will be yours time after time 
Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.

Our Love Will Grow Strong

Life is not as it seems 
From above, my true love.
You have been in my heart too long. 

In the nights I find you 
Coming near, but not here. 
You have gone away for too long. 

Here, there,
Forever we were,
In our hearts living as one...too long.

Eyes cry, to where will I fly, 
Coz you have died too soon and 
My days are too long...oh long.

Still my love I'll love you, 
All my life I'll stay true,  
Though I'll have to live here too long.

When you lived, we were fine,  
I was yours, you were mine,
And now, those days are gone long.

Here, there, 
Forever we were,
In our hearts living as one...too long 

Eyes cry, to where will I fly, 
Coz you have died too soon and 
My days are too long...oh long.

Life's hard, as we stay apart,
But I'll join you before it's too long.

And then, together again, 
We will live in that land where 
Our love will grow strong and long.

07/03/17

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Original lyrics: My Heart Will Go On

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us.
You have come to show you go on.

Near, Far, 
Wherever you are, 
I believe that the heart does... go on.

Once more, you open the door.
And you're here in my heart and
My heart will go on and on.

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime.
And never let go till we're gone.

Love was when I loved you, 
One true time I hold to, 
In my life we'll always go on.

Near, far, 
Wherever you are, 
I believe that the heart does... go on.

Once more, you open the door.
And you're here in my heart and
My heart will go on and on.

You're here, there's nothing I fear.
And I know that my heart will go on.

We'll stay, forever this way.
You are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on.

~~~***~~~
Form: Lyric

Premium Member When Melancholy Drowns My Interests

When melancholy drowns my interests,               
all seem lost; when black bile's ooze then molests,           
I travel through the valley of this death,
lacking life, hope—even desire for breath!

So, myself from blackness I amputate,
spurn whether to self-murder (and brave this fate?);
and lay aside despair and misery,
to fall in love once more with Poetry.

For two loves I have, God and the Muses:
one gives, the other neither refuses.
Before long, the Parnassus heals me in time;     
and I grow strong before the end of this rhyme!

For mightier than despair is the Lord,
and the poet whose pen conquers the sword.
Form: Sonnet

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