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If he turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
you promised yourself to be his only,
but your closed eyes dreamed for too long
before they opened up to face reality...
in a way that could only bring the saddest word!
What will ever happened to that dream
you helped him build: hope by hope,
joy by joy and tear by tear... believing
it all would be soon realized and nothing
could ever go wrong,because it looked so perfect;
isn't it the most horrible awakening?
If he turned away from you,
what are you goind to do;
will he ever forget your beautiful face
with those pretty eyes unafraid of darkness...
honest eyes that never lied,
but faithfully loved and cried!
Spring or summer
fall or winter...
there's was no favorite season,
because love found ,by luck,
the right heart to grow into...
the most lovable heart
to start a passion a woman
could never undo!
If he ever turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
will you stop loving him
as you always did,
walk away like he never was yours,
meant anything or even existed!?
Will you throw away all his pictures
and look for someone you can love?
From his bizarre behavior and unkind words everyone
assumed he was a would-be psychopath seeking revenge;
he had no outside contacts, only conversations with his vicious mom
who daily sat in a squeaking Victorian rocking chair and scolded him.
" All friends with no morals have a bad influence on good souls,
keep away from them, avoid the whip when you break the rules. "
Mia preached to her frail son shaking and making strange, low sounds;
Charlie replied with a sob, " Yes, mother they can be horrible monsters."
" This Bible is a rod teaching discipline, it makes strong men fear God,
never think of molesting a virgin girl and leave her on a deserted road;
I've based this existence on obedience and trust in the Almighty God,
do the same and no harm will come to you: swear and keep your word."
Charlie nods while tears swell his light pupils, he wants to scream
and let his anger out to release his pain, he clutches his smooth hands
and whispers, " I want to get married and have kids: lots of them;
Mia springs forth from the rocking chair howling, " They are no good girls. "
No words came from Charlie's trembling lips and did not dare to lash back,
" I'm going to sleep. " Her response was delightful. " Say your prayer, son. "
" Ok, I won't forget. " Charlie murmured plotting revenge later that week;
his freedom was restricted, his mental state wreaked havoc, his head spun.
Lonely Doll
Something has happened to me yes
Something has happened to me
I searched the cause and thing
What happened to me?
Killer Dream s came in my sleeps
Frightening shocks and horrible visions
How they came? and why they came?
How that thing happened,
In my sleep are in my regular walks?
Is it the state of Living or dead?
I am hiding in my shadows
to prevent myself from all these confusions.
Is It the Flower or the poisonous sharp thorn?
All along my way in my path
Who is guiding me God or Devil
Just a Dot in front of me in the Dark circle
From my childhood days up to this middle
Changes only changes itself
None Is ahead and nothing is behind to me
I am alone as a lonely Doll
two thousand and ten years
after Christ birth
one would think there'd be
peace on earth
all the laws and commands
having been in place
showing our impudence
and our disgrace
love one another?
in this place?
evil and destruction
ever before our face
and having been given laws
impossible to follow
seeing miracles but finding them
hard to swallow
we have faith
and are guided by his hand
but death and destruction
are taking over the land
angels are wondering
why did God make man
why has confusion reigned
over Gods plans
but dare not they ask
about the hoax
or how much evil the demons see
before they not believe in God's
heavenly host
who are they
that left and divorce
while love still burned
caring not the consequences
of the contempt they have earned
why are they capable
of malice deemed diabolical
evil intent
destruction undeniable
what cause have they
to destroy the created
innocent with the guilty
with horrible intentions
unclean and filthy
where was that first love lost
like a burned up candle
or melted like frost
where did their love go?
kept under a mattress
flown out a door
when will evil cease to be
will they lose there will
and be still like trees
no eyes no ears
no mouth to talk
planted in the ground
no legs to walk
no skin to feel the hot or cold
just seasons yearly
while eternity roles
NO! they have the fire
hot and ready for them
in an inexaustable amount
of fuel in the flames they swim
a fire that will burn
much longer than the sun
for the kind of evil
they called fun
~9/ll: A Day Of Infamy~
(Chain Poem Style)
September eleventh is a day
Day of infamy that I'll never forget
Forget what with my horrified eyes I watched
Watched coming from my TV screen and that re-played
Re-played showing airplanes flying and hitting straight
Straight into the Pentagon and the Twin Tower buildings
Buildings all around just started to sway and fall
Fall and bringing around so much destruction and death
Death took so many by surprise
Surprise and horror was shown on all faces as we witnessed
Witnessed and faced before us all this horrible tragedy
Tragedy that filled our hearts and souls with unbearable sorrow and pain
Pain as we saw all this unfolding before our very eyes as we cried
Cried with much grief as we watched in horror all this happening
Happening back then and no one able to stop it that fateful day
Day of so much destruction horror sadness and sorrow
Sorrow and loss that took place that September eleventh day
Day in which we saw innumerable heroic acts of love faith and courage
Courage of spirit hope and love for many who faced death
Death and destruction on this very black and unforgettable
Unforgettable day September 11, 2001.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September.11.2016
Rather than contact tech savvy Macbook Pro technician
Computer technology a dog send
boot also a source of woe,
cuz prohibitive costs charged by technicians
to troubleshoot Macbook Pro
just recently sought out
self teaching methodology
perhaps oddly enough
even tapping into pantomime lessons
(mastering "art of silence"
such as the estimable Marcel Marceau)
found yours truly accessing youtube videos
replaying tutorial(s) until I experience
cognitive understanding like ya know
geared for the common
government issued Jane or Joe,
whereby I would not need
to dish out plate fulls of dough
to help improve functionality of said laptop
subsequently kudos to crow
perhaps acquiring understanding
to acquire knowledge
and subsequently purchase a bungalow.
Rather than succumb
to frustration or angst and allay
premature ejaculations of anxiety
(telling myself Rome
didn't get burned in a day),
I must constantly stave off dismay
allowing, enabling, and providing
yours truly (me) to learn
and not drive analogous
to crash test dummy
(potential dire straits mindset
of foo fighting beastie boy
incompatible with central
processing unit of mine
in tandem with heat sink)
need be synchronized
regarding adjusting learning curve
aligned with pinpointing apropos
online lesson plan
amidst plethora of youtube videos
constituting information super freeway
so as not to career
into zone of discouragement
pacing mastering concepts
without feeling rushed
to make headway
lest rage against the machine
or worse yet inveigh
against accursed limited aptitude
heredity decreed, though still smarting
courtesy poor academic track record
I decry still struggling
and most likely will forever hold contempt
toward Matthew Scott Harris
experiencing horrible education
within Lower Providence school district
such maddening sentiments maintained
until mein kampf finds unnamed mortal
on his deathbed, where head doth lay.
On day one, Chloe, Bob’s darling new bride, had a little “Bob to-do-list”,
His spanking new in-laws, the Fortners had one also, as this was their little miss.
Sex was out, as Bob was too busy and hardly had time for a kiss.
He ran away from them in six days, unconsummated, with barely a hiss.
Chloe learned where he was, and followed her Bob to his Montana lair.
A pretty cabin set deep in the mountains, which sometimes lured a raccoon or bear.
They were happy a week, these frolicking lovers, sweet nights, in their cozy den.
Until one horrible, awful, day, when the Fortners pulled up; they had followed them!
Those crafty newlyweds sneaked away from her folks in the middle of the night,
A loud grizzly growl stopped them in their car, giving Chloe quite a fright.
The bear came out of the cabin, big and proud, he had eaten her mom and dad.
What started out as the best honeymoon week of his life, was the worst now Bob had ever had.
Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war
Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti on our hearts and brain
Harnessing our souls with a heavy strain
Filled with guilt and grief due to sins domain
Economic pain is spread across the globe
Seeking solutions, for answers we probe
Studying and guessing, we cast a strobe
Hoping we can maintain, food, house, and robe.
In a world like ours we have much to fear
Hardships and heartaches bring many a tear
Sickness, hunger, death, and sadness severe
Alone and betrayed, we have lost all cheer
Yet I recall Mary, for whom plans had been made
An angel brought her news that much dismayed
“On you God’s favor is being displayed
You will birth God’s son, do not be afraid”
But how pray tell, could she not be afraid
Without a man, a child was being made
When Joseph hears there will be a tirade
The village folks will be quick to degrade
But Mary received the word as from God
She was the Lord’s choice, though it did seem odd
By faith proceeded, without a facade
The Lord’s servant, dutifully she trod
Joseph, looked forward to his life’s parade
With Mary he would proudly promenade
But horrible news to him was conveyed
Mary was pregnant, he had been betrayed
Disappointed, he believed she had strayed
His mind was confused, his emotions frayed
“Call off the marriage” his heart would dissuade
He could not continue with this charade
Then in a dream an angel came to persuade
“Make Mary your wife, do not be afraid”
It is the Spirit’s work, God has okayed
So, Jospeh woke from his dream and obeyed
Thus, Mary and Joseph, starting with strife
Bore the false speculation that ran rife
They resolved to follow God as man and wife
In faith they parented Jesus in life
So, when the worlds troubles we have surveyed
While the Devil’s temptations serenade
When sad voices discourage and downgrade
We can trust in God and be not afraid
My third cousin Ivanic has IMM Disorder.
Without pausing for breath, he commandeers all conversations.
Family reunions are ruined because no one else can speak.
His mother, Elzoretta says “Go sit somewhere else Ivanic!”
Ivanic has hundreds of degrees; he is an expert on everything.
He does not interrupt you, he simply does all of the talking.
Once he bites into you like a wood tick on a boar’s head, it’s over.
IMMD is a horrible disorder to experience. Some never return.
I finally figured out a strategy. Always sit at Elzoretta’s table.
He is not allowed to sit with her, right? Others have also figured it out.
We had to build an enormous round table now,
Where we are all heading, hoping Ivanic will sit anywhere else.
Lee considered himself the most famous chili maker in the west
Added tobacco, Heinz 57, cinnamon, gave it a big taste test
We had heard about his concoctions, and could not wait.
The first bite was terrible, second bitter, the third one a bad fate.
What about this stew had given him a glowing review?
We could not keep our faces straight; this stuff was a big boo-hoo.
Lee waited expectantly, but none of us play poker.
His terrific chili had been replaced by his wife’s, she was a horrible joker.
When we got the straight stuff, it was worth the wait.
Lee was a fabulous chili maker; his concoction was quite great.
Why did you do that? We asked her, for the why we could not guess.
I was a bit jealous, said his evil wife, Miss Jess.