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The parents whose 12-year-old son was just laid to rest
From spraying bullets exploding in his young body’s chest
The father whose daughter was tortured and raped
By monsters initiating in a criminal gang
She will never see her fourteenth birthday
The shopkeeper, who after taxes is barely making his life’s wage
And totally depends on the paltry money his hard work can make
The mother of five beautiful children who went out
For a routine run on a beautiful sunny day,
But will never return to their waiting arms;
All their lives shattered in a heinous and brutal way.
The military veteran who lost his legs, as he served us all in a made-up war
Now sleeps on the concrete in a filthy corner of San Francisco Bay
The innocent 2nd grader, a tiny blonde blue-eyed girl,
Is left confused and unsure
When her trusted teacher says she’s a racist
Who has destroyed the world
The toddler sitting on his mother’s lap who looks on in dismay
As a mustached man, dressed as a woman in exaggerated makeup
Gyrates and sings vulgar songs just inches from his unprotected face
The girls soccer team whose teammate lost half of her face
Refuses to compete with transgender men whose genitals are now misplaced
The Texas rancher whose family must clean up behind
The millions of crossings in a continuous unending line
Of criminal invaders whose tons of trash and broken bodies are scattered
Among his unproductive fields and livestock in rotting tatters
The aching backs of hard-working taxpayers whose treasure
Has been looted and their protesting voices silenced;
For four years they had no say where their money goes.
It’s now enriching Iran, Ukraine and who else, nobody knows.
Nearly a half million young children lost their innocence,
And many their lives, sold into slavery in factories
And as sexual slaves; Grievous Evil modeling the Chinese way
Nearly 80 million Americans, sick to death of insanity, evil and deceit
All rose together to fight the rancid leftist coastal elites.
Together extinguishing the rule of disloyal leaders, fascists, racists,
Their eyes shining with hope that there can now be an end.
Each one’s voice and vote counted this time as they shouted,
“President Donald J Trump will fix it and make America great again!”
10.8
“For how many lifetimes
have you done hard and painful labor
with body, mind and speech?
It is time to stop”
Ah! This entreaty
It has this ring of compassionate divinity
Emanating from a true seer moved by our plight
Enmeshed in delusion oblivious to the light
We are already free but we choose to indulge in illusion
We know our conscience is real but are addicted to delusion
Fear of freedom keeping us bound
So we reincarnate again & again upon this ground
The reality is simple in that we co-create
A partner in crime with the ego that agitates
Misaligning our attention blocking the divine connection
Reclaimable instantly in stillness of meditation
(20-August-2021)
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Verse revisited on 01-November-2021
Shhh! Read this one and pause
For it is wisdom discerning the cause
Of our suffering, feeling of incompleteness
Arising from wayward stuporousness
Truth this: we are not mind -body
Fears and desires shoddy
Let’s admit we have a split personality
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rotating in continuity
Ego driven lower mind fuels cravings of the flesh
Spiralling thought forms that freedom enmesh
Whilst conscience whispers love vibrations
If we listen, we awaken bliss sensations
Silence and stillness shows us the way
In tranquil thought rested awareness we pray
Oscillations slow down, vibrant is our soul presence
We reclaim innate innocence and luminescence
Empty mind body vessel, with love resonates
Each node within form, to bliss gyrates
We are a receptor and God the doer
The doing is all done so let’s move slower
We are as He so in truth there is no separation
Reality of oneness recognised in deep meditation
Oh hermit, this dream life is a reflected reality
Womb of silence reveals truth in clarity
Path simple; just align head with heart
When desires cease, bliss ignition does start
Consciousness is then in but yet not of the world
As moment by moment we see bliss unfurled
We shine in full glory as the living light
Obtaining by grace, spherical sight
Watching from the corner, in her ‘Speedy’ ice cream van
While armed and hooded villains carry out their wicked plan
They rob the bank and make off just as quickly as they can
But Speedy does a wheelie at the hands of Turbo Gran
One robber floors the pedal and one winds his window down
To shoot up their pursuer as they hurtle out of town
But Speedy’s armour plated and its glass is bullet proof
Old Turbo had that fitted when a bullet took her tooth
So now she takes no prisoners as she races up the street
In pursuit of all the bad guys whom she cannot wait to meet
And when a handbrake turn gyrates the villain’s car around
Turbo Gran brakes sharply with a tyre screeching sound
Then, like some Wild West stand-off where no cowboy goes for it
Everything is silent… until Speedy starts to split
The split goes up the windscreen then it runs from front to back
And then there is a high pitched ‘Ding’ as Speedy’s two halves crack
The gap between them widens as the ice cream van unzips
And Turbo Gran stands leaning on her Zimmer’s rubber grips
Out of the car, two robbers undo violin case clips
While Turbo calmly munches on a dozen chocolate chips
Turbo Gran, in mask and cape, is gazing at the heavens
Not staring down the barrels of the AK47s
One villain speaks, ‘Hey Granny, I suggest you make your peace’
Then both of them are flattened by the two crash-landing geese
Sirens fast approaching, mean that Turbo Gran should exit
A grannie in a mask and cape… well… nobody expects it
Her Zimmer’s on her shoulder as she strides back to the van
The halves slam shut and Speedy nips off like a rocket man
*
Turbo Gran is rocking in her chair, facing the tele
She wonders if twelve chocolate chips were just a few too many
For when those geese crashed from the sky like massive feathered arrows
She had to face it, she was shocked… she’d meant to bring down sparrows
The seasons vary as they come and go,
and each, a lovely lady, loves to dance.
Fair Winter glistens in a gown of snow
she wears whenever she can get the chance.
She often glides through night beneath the glow
of midnight’s moon. Each sequence of her gown
falls beautifully when she is waltzing slow,
and stillness is the sound as she drifts down.
Her sister, Spring, is eager to dance, too,
but takes her time; she needs to feel the sun
upon her rosebud cheeks and feel sweet dew
beneath her feet. She waits till Winter’s done.
Spring dances with the breeze when she sashays
across a bluer sky with Winter gone.
Her pretty gown is fashioned from sun’s rays
to sparkle with the colors of the dawn.
She sobs sometimes when sunshine goes away,
but it is good! Her tears become rain showers.
With springing steps, she greets the next warm day
and swings her skirt, revealing bright new flowers.
Her sister, Summer, is not far behind.
The blossoms in Spring’s wake last but a while,
for Summer’s hot! With sun, she‘s intertwined,
and different blooms prefer her sultry style!
Too hot for her own good, this lass can be.
She gyrates slowly; if, by chance, she cries,
her tears revive her so that passionately
she pairs with Thunder, flashing stormy eyes!
The beauty known as Autumn waits her turn.
She does the paso doble with finesse,
and often her appearance makes us yearn
for youth because she wears nostalgia’s dress.
She tangos with the wind and leaves. A rush
of ardor overtakes her in her dance.
Some leaves turn crimson, for she makes them blush
while sweeping earth with brilliant elegance.
One day arrives first snowfall, and you’ll glean
the ladies have again begun their round.
A season’s dance is always to be seen
because their ball room is from sky to ground!
An oldie for Brian Strand's All Yours (May 9) Poetry Contest
(Rhyming Couplets)
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray.
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day.
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad.
So many things and situations make me in fact mad.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too.
The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill.
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too.
So many people believe they're very smart.
Some rise early and some make a late start.
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart.
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry.
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try.
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
You want all your problems and mistakes to go away.
You wish you have more time in your hands to play.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too.
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say.
I worry about my future as you make about your way.
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you.
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,12,2014
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray.
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day.
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad.
So many things and situations make me in fact mad.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too.
The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill.
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too.
So many people believe they're very smart.
Some rise early and some make a late start.
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart.
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry.
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try.
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
You want all your problems and mistakes to go away.
You wish you have more time in your hands to play.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too.
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say.
I worry about my future as you make about your way.
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you.
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January,09,2009
I was strolling down a side street of our little town last night.
Did I say strolling, no that’s wrong; I was a sad and sorry sight,
And God knows what the time was, but I knew that it’s past ten,
‘cause that’s what time the pub shuts and they’ve thrown me out again.
So it could have been near midnight ‘cause when I’ve had a few,
what happens in this happy time I must admit I have no clue,
but there are moments in this state that have a sobering affect,
‘specially when I’ve got the staggers and appearance of neglect.
It comes in the form of torches and a blue light that rotates,
when they’re looking out for felons or the fellow who gyrates.
Thank God there are back fences down these skinny little lanes,
so I can lean against them until the questioning abstains.
I can almost feel the concrete that has often been my bed,
where I can wake up sober if excuses made and said
do not measure up to standard from a normal married bloke,
who should be home and stone cold sober - not rotten drunk and broke.
It is the wont or freedom sorting wheat out from the chaff,
and I figure with my pretext that is why the coppers laugh,
for at midnight I’m explaining that the coppers think conjecture,
when I said I’m off to listen to a strong intensive lecture.
And this lecture I will listen to is with a message I confess,
about my failure drinking alcohol that causes acts of drunkenness,
but it’s in this situation that the coppers deem not right,
for no one blessed with sanity does lecture late at night.
I might be in my drunken state and staggering from the drink,
but my message for the coppers who insist on talking ‘clink’,
is that I’ve been to many lectures and there will be many more,
that are given by my darling wife and the dear old ma-in law.
From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus
Spectral filaments of the netherworld
Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette
Osseous structures fracture contort
I ascend from the fecund terra firma
A cadaverous marionette oscillates in a morbid gavotte
Sole rhapsodic within squirming pas de deux of maggots
Serpentine parasites worming through my arteries
They convulse in the shadowy alcoves of my psyche
A conspiracy of ravens gyrates around my skeletal form
They erupt into a macabre tableau of viscera
Matter sculpts flesh onto my ossified framework
With fervid delight, my vertebral column contorts
It assembles a creature of abysmal profundity
If you yearn for obscurity, then let this be the umbra
Queen summoning the penumbra that engulfs all luminosity
Sepulchers fracture and cleave as I resurrect the deceased
Symbolic dirges of a Stygian necromancer reverberate in the ether
Gravelly chorus of a legion, I orchestrate an abattoir of scythes
I reanimate my undead warriors, to be nourished back to life
Hamlets and metropolises, we usher a pervasive pestilence
The screams, lamentations, lovely death knells decadence
Like my sustenance stationary, it’s so much more delectable
Muscles weak already tenderized for our feast
Unleash the hornets, exterminate the butterflies and bees
Pollination halts now, your oxygen gradually will decrease
Locusts strip your gardens of nutrients, you no longer can eat
Eclipsing storm clouds usher sanguinary rain, rot all the meat
Ruby hailstones shatter window panes, claws can creep
Each rivulet a larva to burrow inside, thread my strings
Puppet to Marionetta’s reign, grotesque waltz to your finale
"You will miss the best thing if you keep your eyes shut"
TIME passes a pleasant soft waft,
Seems to be slow but not,
it fast as a mega aircraft.
The GLOBE gyrates like a wheel, however it's not,
Event and people within are metamorphosis.
Some generations have come and gone, now ours,
We are the new changing of clothes
Time forever survives.
Our journey here in life is for a while, in fact,
You almost reach your end, just a wee minute.
Yes, you have heard the fact.
But note; have you ever count
your years, how far have you grown? Perhaps
You may forecast what times it remains
For you and can you live long
Till you double your present age?
We all pray to live long,
While SHE and TIME the enemy laid siege.
Her love for you is lust,
Just to wear as cloth, but
something within you can never
Die if you plan to use it wise. Have you ever
Think or plan how to maintain
And protect you name?
Billions of men and women
Have come and gone without heard of them.
Have you ever anticipate how the Globe
Will see you as an eye?
There are a lot of great men and women
in history which their names are ringing from then
Till now like Maya Angelou, shel Sliversterin,
Emily Dickinson, Waft Whitman,
Williem Shakespere, Ben Jonson,
Robert Frost, etc. Name is a sky that is without an
End if it's being used perfect
If not, it's like a fire ablaze and then retreat
The sun that glows symbolized your present
Reflect to the moon that shines at night
Symbolized when you are defunct
If you use your name wise and perfect.
Please feel free to criticize to this, I need a flak critique. Thanks
“If God omnipresent, He must be resident within
We must feel then now, bliss tremors on our skin”
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Been there, done that
Fleeting pleasures fall flat
Mitigated pleasure of intimacy
Foiled by stuporous delinquency
Where may be found zenith rapture
Raising stature above body caricature
Where peaked ecstasy each throb renews
Climax unending as soma nectar bliss spews
Restless Anna set off on an adventurous world tour
Lifestyle bohemian, French-kissing many a boor
She tried Kama-Sutra, frolicked with Shamans
Finally all proved to be ephemeral liaisons
Her heart burning with ardent yearning
She found not that ecstasy enlivening
Upon reaching point of exhaustion
Surrendered, entering meditation
A voice then broke the silence
‘Choose divine entwined parlance
Here and now, in this feeble mind-body
Meld head with heart resting desires shoddy’
Anna did as was told and in timeless time, behold
Polarities within form manifested ineffable bliss untold
Hidden conduits throbbed with magnetic electricity
Radiating from within, climaxing joy in continuity
Anna now knows, in being and so becoming
Vibrant blissful soul presence scintillating
Bliss bubbles burst, quenching her thirst
From head to toe in bliss so immersed
Thunderous rapture within pulsates
To the music divine her heart gyrates
Moment by moment, all moments be one
Her aura radiating glow of the spiritual sun
16-August-2021
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
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