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God wished this infant to see the world.
Sent to an erroneous stage where life would be a curl
The little one loved her life, but not for too long
In the era of adolescence; Trust started to tear up
Having heartbreak a little yet still she couldn’t bear it.
Intimates around her were not a fit
Imitated and irritated by looks
Depression, Anger, Attitude, and Anxiety grew
Love, Affection, Mercy flew
Dying in search of precious nights without shredding tears and days without breakdown
Friendships were like sinking ships.
People utilize her for their boredom and change-like seasons
Acting in front of society, filled with tension
Sobriquet for the love spilled by her
Remained silent with hurt
Accepted as worthless and useless
Talents were rejected
Misery was injected
By companions, she was cheated
Tired of being poorly treated
Life and love were tight
Had no time to speak rights
New education, new life
Grew different, bosoms kind of impressed
Tired of showing affection…. Ended Lonely
Unresponsive to finding a path to happiness
Bout to give up, but searching for an exit
When she ran into someone
She had faith in what she saw
Just saw a shining and sparkling angel
Miraculously, the happiness kept shooting her hard
Learned that we meet thousands of people, but none of them touch us, but then u meet that one person who from just a look changes your life into heaven
Interested in her chats and treated like her little penguin
They were soul ties from the way of tending to cheating
Protected like a Painite
Those eyes of hers kept me alive
Almighty showed me good times take time greater time takes a little more time.
“Life is like a maze tough, but when you find the exit it's all gloomy again!”
A menagerie of mockingbirds are singing a melody,
of imitated tweets and chirps, like ripples of a flute;
And I wander a forest lush green and hushed quiet,
the twilight allows only a pellucid of light to stream in;
and in my dream I am so broken and lost.
A bright vermilion rose entices me to touch it and smell,
the frangipani perfume, so sweet and succulent;
so beautiful and luscious to this lost beauty wandering,
and in my dream I hold it to infuse my broken heart;
then, using my ancestral power- I fade into foliage.
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January 7, 2018
Poetry/Verse/I, Fade
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9809-32-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Words and 10 Lines Challenge
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
~Aim High~
(Pantoum)
Check the sky aim high and then just fly
There's so much you can do, achieve
Just set mind and focus today don't be shy
God has great plans for all your life, just believe
There's so much you can do, achieve
Don't let bad things get in your way
God has great plans for all your life, just believe
Sky's the limit don't ever quit, to God just pray
Don't let bad things get in your way
Just set mind and focus today don't be shy
Sky's the limit don't ever quit, to God just pray
Check the sky aim high and then just fly!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
May.06.2016
~Author's Notes:
"The Pantoum" is a Malaysian verse form adapted by French poets and very occasionally imitated in English.The pantoum is a poetic form derived from the pantun, a Malay verse form: specifically from the pantun berkait, a series of interwoven quatrains. The pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating lines throughout the poem.
Dear Sir, what am I to do
to defend myself for trusting you
it hurts me to feel so betrayed
by someone i elected on election day
You were given everything you needed
and you squandered it all finally defeated
we begged and pleaded and you promised us change
but some how you only maanaged to get a bad name
perhaps you don't know the damage you've done
fighting important battles, having not won
you have failed your for fathers
Fredrick Douglas, Martin Luther King, George Washington. John F. Kennedy
when as a President you imitated a weakling
and you wonder why your base was leaving
could it be, they felt stabbed in the back
it's because you retreat in the face of attach
many things we fought for
and hoped you that you'd make a stand
monuments of your failures
you played right into their hands
and i ,so ashamed almost to the point of tears
because i prayed that these would be better years
i don't care if you run again or not
i won't vote for you, for the treatment we got
why this letter so promptly today
because our government is being given away
how rich will they make you i have'nt a clue
but one things for sure, i'm through with you
my life is like a string
being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
my heart is like a rainstorm
the pitter-patter of my soul filled of love soliloquies unsung
filled of promises broken and repeated and rerun
and broken again
and again
my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
filled of triumphs and awards and “Bug, I’m so proud of you”
and crushed spirits disguised as “fun” and “Am’Agyn look what you’ve done” and look who you’ve become and look what you all have forced me to be
my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
my face is like a quilt weaved in relationship but laced in regret but reverenced with love
the smile of my mom and the rest of my dad
whose absence I swear doesn’t affect me but sometimes I wonder if with him id be less sad
if with him that first heartbreak wouldn’t have broken me and left me me feeling more alone than had
more hurt than healed
more hated than held
My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
Being stitched together and coming undone
and to the first boy I loved i still whisper your name in every breath
because I meant it when I said until apart does us death
My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone
Being stitched together and coming undone
Highly decorated, often imitated, never duplicated, still and yet they say it’s luck- Am’Agyn Nae Spencer
Unforgettable, remarkable, and always “the one”
yet and still bursting at the seams, seeping with yearning, a pine that could leave you foaming at the mouth, a pain that you wouldn’t believe until it poured out
or until its weaving weakens
like a stubborn string
being stitched together and coming undone
being stitched together and coming undone
The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing.
Tree and parked car lined road under a clear blue sky, brown flats
peeking or towering the green trees and a bystander on the right
side and cars in both lanes a long way off, no traffic, no pedestrians
on a sunny, midday, based on the shadows in Abbey Road in London.
No album title, no band’s name and no artist name, just an image so
simple and memorable, the band casually crossing Abbey Road in a
moment of stillness that became one of the famous artworks in
history and album cover of all time and one of the most imitated.
why are Black people the most hated on this earth?
Is it because they fear our tenacity and our worth ?
Black folk are the originators of civilized humanity
also the survivors of chattel slavery,
the greatest human atrocity
they want to erase our culture, our craft and our creativity
they hate the fact that we are the original royalty
kings, queens and communities
who built empires and dynasties
educated and sophisticated people
who invented damn near everything you see
The hate us not because we're weak
but because of our power
for we rose up and continue to rise
even at our darkest hours
the soundtrack of the world came from
Black resilience, Black joy and Black pain
from the Middle Passage to Reconstruction
to Civil Rights we resist and we still remain
we are the blueprint of civilization.
they want our rhythm but not our blues
they want the sauce but not the souls
who crafted the tools
we're the originators, the innovators,
the heartbeat of all society
survivors of slavery, but also creators
of the greatest cultural contribution you will ever see
we are excellent, we are legacy.
we are the dreamers and the most influential.
the most studied, the most imitated,
the most envied and have the most credentials
we are ancient, we are the foundation.
we are the Motherland.
we are brilliant. we are strong. we are great
and proudly we will always stand
In the dance of total flowers, sighs intertwine with bitter dew,
Their petals mourn their burden under the night's sky, like a secret weight.
I spoke words to those who see life as a meaningless game,
Those who pass through days without feeling the miracle hidden beneath the horizon's veil.
Through the crystal of the autumn drop, I saw you, my love, divided,
On one side and the other, between worlds that intertwine, infinite.
Some see paradise, others see hell, in reflections of light and shadow,
Imitated by the emperors of life, who lose themselves in somber roles.
In contentious applause, the slaves of life bow, humble spectators,
They, the actors of emotion, who forget the letters of fragile, subtle thoughts.
The cranial bird chirps a harmonious and desperate cry,
Like that of a snowdrop wanting to be freed from the harsh winter.
To revive from white snow, turning green for your lively spring,
When through you, my love, desire is reborn like poetry.
Before the wine of forgetfulness fills my mind with numbness,
I will offer you to those who make love a faith, a way of living.
From longings, I will weave your rosy desire to light up the world,
Offering you to all as a memory that refuses to be consumed.
Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love never came easy in delusion-filled memories,
always hovering at the cusp of fiction,
ready to strike like a coiled python.
Then, like glass, tears would cascade down,
begging for forgiveness.
Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again,
coursing through tainted bloodstreams,
blinding any sense of reason.
So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares
as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more.
While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams,
I am haunted by you in this empty house.
Nothing but phantoms of the past roam
in the dead of night,
wailing in the deafening silence,
a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.
It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats, it’s the most reserved
and one of the twin sisters
in their menopausal period of the life imprisonment era.
The first domineering power to abolish human right repressiveness
which sustains the oldest alliance made in the world.
It’s a colourful identity, maintained by the porto
which has been imitated by regional powers.
Shines through a record-breaking Santa Claus parade
and hitting heights with a ‘half-a-county’ dinning.
Known continental praises of remarkable length in Vasco da Gama;
shows off mini-glory in the league of large firework rockets;
an intangible cultural heritage in the express exhibition of fatalism;
are highlights to its greatness
spreading from porto to Lisbon, then Braga to Benfica and overseas
contributing its ink, in the inscriptions of the developed giants.