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~His Promise~
(Skeleton Key)
Christ
Came***And
Rose
And now
He sits with
God His Father
And one day He'll return
Need to be prepared all the time
Because no one knows the day or the hour
But Lord promised that He'll return
And God will never lie
Cause He's perfect.
He tells truth
I just
Accept
It. Want
Also
Believe
It.That's
The way
I feel
My Faith
On Christ
Can't be
Shaken.
It is
too strong.
My Hope
always
Rest in
God's hands.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
July.24.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's notes:
The "Skeleton Key" is a poetry form or style created by
Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September.17.2010.
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I find them~
in the cracks of asphalt
in streets and parking lots.
They are copper pilgrims,
their heads bowed down,
waiting for my hand.
Some are slick with rain,
others dull as old bones,
but each one carries
the weight of a wish
someone forgot to make.
I gather them like
tiny suns, warm
from the sidewalk’s breath,
until my pockets sag
with the gravity
of abandoned luck.
I pry one from the teeth of a gutter~
Lincoln’s face half-eaten
by time.
Still,
I take it home,
lay it on the windowsill
where the light
could baptize it anew.
What is a coin
but a story paused mid-sentence?
I am the archaeologist
of small fortunes,
excavating where
no one else looks.
Someday, I will leave them
in places where hands
might need them more~
tucked under bus seats,
balanced on ledges,
for the next believer
to pocket a tiny prayer.
—On What Remains—
"When did he leave?" my brother asked, as we whitewashed the fence.
I stopped, watched fresh paint disappear into the grain, torn
between what I believed was true and what I thought
might be. I wasn't sure. "Well?" *"I think we brought
him farther than we knew."* "Go on."
He turned the radio off. Silence. All autumn long,
the house had answered every sound with one withdrawn
echo, while all my thoughts had wrestled down the fraught
when-did-he-leave
question. Crushing "then!" Whispering "not." That it was wrong
to search for someone only where the body's gone.
One day your own hands will interrupt you with someone else's certainty.
My brother began to carve the bread. *"You'll sort
it out. Let's eat."* "But the fence..." *"...can wait. Look, I've brought
your favourite pie."* And the evening wind moved through the pickets,
painting both sides at once.
"When did he leave?"
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
Our Freedom was bought at a price
Slaughtering Of the innocent paved our
streets in blood.
The carcases of our beloved fertilised our ambitions
Nurturing the growth of our consciences
And as for their future, fantasies of long ago.
Is it not still written in your eyes
or sealed in those hands of purity,
your feet pure and without the blisters of
discrimination.
While you were feeding and growing
strong from the unadulterated milk of truth.
Reason itself was to safeguardyou.
Put your bonds in better straits.
While it was that you were herding sheep,
the sons of a better future saw it wise to herd time
itself to a peaceful era.
Yes indeed, do not think that the water you
drink now is of known origins.
It is indeed blood from the yester-years,
the sources of which are not made clear,
except to say,
that they put life back into the ambitious
heart.
We sleep on a bed of bones ground by the
mills of our oppressors and yet we sleep at
ease.
In our minds now set is a blueprint of
a wayward peace, a land too far to see and
too close to dream.
A land not bound by
sea or gravity or the laws within men's
comprehension.
This Freedom was bought for the slave
and the master.
That the little stag might indeed Tower
to the glorious future
Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Spotless starlings flighty thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake spritely on light breeze
chirping remind us day is just a chord
achievements complete marked confirming hours
manifesting with both hands and clear head
paper and pencil danced in neat bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread
silent hymn I await bright sickle moon
Spirit dissolves wanton wispy wishes
lotus blossoms, liberating mind a boon
intentions flowing with flimsy swishes
Moment to moment tasks tangent complete
every twilight heralds a morrow sweet !
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nobody here,
nobody there
I enjoy my breakfast on Jupiter
scattered
and radiant
the shimmery shoreline
rumbles in redness
in sickened harmony
nobody here,
nobody there
the reckless arsonist
has a talent
of unknown origin
what an illusory
amazing paradox
condemned for heresies
for an enormity
to the final battle
mice will march
nobody here,
nobody there
surrounded by
a surreal dominion
strangely through daytime
there is a crux
a rebus
a flux
just like crusaders
for the revelation
mice will march
the order is broken
they will deduce
and I just sit
with a bottle in hands
and watch in silence
nice mice fight
against
the creepy coral cat
still
nobody here,
nobody there
I weep rivers bitterly and reminisce
But, I hide them heartlessly in silence
Making home to my lonely solaceness
For the sake of healing our distress
Sorry for our lost love
I thought our love was more than forever
Regretter that I think of,
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Upon my quaking hands once more
Drowning in my tearful fears
I choke on the bone of sorrow in store
Kills me softly for many years
I’m your loss down the drain
I thought our love was more than forever
Regrets rove in my silly brain
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Slipping away like the sunshining day
Once more, I lost all hope
Dipping my feet in the water of dismay
Hang me a rope to cope
Sorry for our lost love
I thought our love was more than forever
Regretter from above,
Let your bitter tears fall whatever weather
Sorry, baby, I was cutting myself lately
I bled upon the floors, the kitchen floors below
Free me exceedingly, that’s my only plea
I said too many words, seeing you go
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Hand me a handkerchief
For my bleeding heart of grief in my youthful years
Hand me a handkerchief
To relieve me from these rather horrid, hidden tears
Relieve me from hurt, harming me to the core
From these hidden tears…hidden tears…
Hope and true love is what I’m waiting for
Before it slowly, but surely disappears
Sorry for our lost love,
Regretter from below
Time for you to go above
Before you actually go
How can I stop thinking
About your cold warm hands
When you leave me breathless.
A stay with you
Is like heaven
It's 12hours gone
Yet I don’t feel, a minute gone yet
Catch your breath
Cos it's just the start of a new game
How can we be scared of each other?
Is that how deep it is?
You’re scared of history
Repeating itself
I’m scared of you
Putting the ring on
Someone else's finger
Someday....
Don't you think I'll crash
If those tiny blue grey
Flowers doesn't reaches my doorstep?
Don't you know I'll sink
If my kids don't get to call you daddy?
Kissing you before you leave?
Don't you forget
Everything we've shared.
There shouldn't be a start
If we will never get to the finish line
I could travel to cities
But I still come to you
Because I yawn for satisfaction
That only you can give.
you are someone very special
and you have great worth
for God chose you and
appointed you before your birth
from that first moment the seed he did sow
he protected you and watched you grow
he knows what things are on your mind
he knows the things in your heart
that you would like to do
for he gave those hearts desires to you
you are worth more than silver
you are more precious than gold
and in his hands you he will forever hold
he paid the highest price to set you free
from the power of sin
you are someone very special
and you will always be worth something to him.
www.lookingforgod.com read article the fathers love letter, I recemend you watch the
video clip version, then go to the text if you want to print it off and find all the scriptures to
find your true worth . God bless you all.
psalm 139 all
deuteronomy 26 : 18-19
Isaia 43 : 1 - 4
jeremiah 29 : 11 - 13