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~God Almighty~
(Lune )
God Almighty the Lord
Created all
He made you and me
Gods blessings countless
Measureless
His loves infinite
God surely sees all
He’s patient
And so full of grace
He's merciful to all
Ev'n when man
Rejects God often
Still the Lord loves man
No matt'r what
And saves wants all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
July.13.2017
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 Lune" is also known as the American Haiku. It was first created by the poet Robert Kelly, and was a result of Kelly’s frustration with the English Haiku.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I CAN NOT DISCUSS THE DETAILS AT THIS TIME. THE CASE IS STILL IN THE COURTS. THAT IS THE REAL PAINTING, BLOOD TEAR AND ALL. I CAN SAY THE PAINTING WAS CONFISCATED BY THE POLICE AS EVIDENCE. AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED THEY CAN KEEP IT.
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That's when the woman in the canvas,
well,
started to cry
but the tear was blood
and it made me wonder...
I think anyone would have.
I wondered. How?
How was that possible?
So I thought maybe I had blacked out...
that I had added the tear
...in a coma or a waking dream I,
I don't know but there was no paint anywhere
there were no brushes.
So I looked at the time
no minutes had passed.
The time was as it should be.
That's when...
...when I realized I had been shot...
...a stray bullet from outside.
...like you said that gang war thing
but I ask you officer,
I mean what are the odds?
What are the chances...
...chances that my blood,
that my blood would splatter like that...
perfect,
a tear on a painted canvas.
That's what scares me officer.
Not the gangs.
What scares me officer
what really scares me
is that painting.
23~10~2014
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest Name: Ghost Stories
When true love comes unexpected
Knocking gently on the door
And I open, then you enter
I stand spellbound on the floor
There is light that blinks and flickers
While the shadows dance around
Every heartbeat rhythmic music
Every breath heavenly sound.
Should I move or break the silence
Take your hands, look in your eyes?
I dare not disturb the moment
Where profound enchantment lies.
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Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest: Name Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014
Placed: 3rd
Contest: Men Only (April 2014)
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th
[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
A canopy of innocence, invisible to me
hung over playful joy shielding all that would come to be.
The world was mud and grass and trees, oh, puddles,swings and bikes
shrieking, shouting, rampant running anywhere we liked.
A watchful eye as we ran by from neighbours way back when
our life we weaved in make-believe, way back when I was ten.
Fights and tears did not last long if anyone fell out
back to being friends next day, the rift forgot about.
We romped and larked, new friendships sparked wherever we would hang
our open door to rich and poor within our merry gang.
No hatred spite or bigotry existed in us then
for that was what the grown-ups did, way back when I was ten.
I'd often wander by myself for hours through the fields
and check the schoolhouse orchard, help myself to what it yields.
Blindly unafraid, there were no barriers to me
'till twilight fell, exploring everything that I could see.
No warnings from our elders about talking to strange men
the world seemed a much safer place way back when I was ten.
Just like my photo album, everything seemed black and white,
a mother's touch could heal the world, make everything alright.
Dad put food on table, Mum made sure our stomach's full
safe in our family unit we all felt invincible.
Sometimes I look around and think how nice to go again
back to that summer bubble where I lived when I was ten.
For contest 'Way back when I was ten', sponsor Kelly Deschler
What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood, warm and red
And a virgin's heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice
It will trigger invocation to a spirit
And turn your warm blood into ice
And let me your soul to inherit.
For I have made a pact with the Devil,
I am offered worldly wealth and power
To lead you down the dire path of evil
And with your blood my soul to scour!
~"Tales from the Dark Side" contest by Kelly Deschler
Why don’t you get in the kitchen Peg and stick your head in the oven?
Peg rolls her eyes, wishing she had stayed in safety of her witch’s coven.
Al, if I put anything in the oven, it will be your head, not mine.
She said, with a sweetness that made her Chicago accent sublime.
Yes, the sparring has begun because these two are married and awake.
Kelly and Bud are not downstairs yet, couple’s snide remarks no mistake.
There is nothing healthy to eat in the kitchen maybe a bit of lemon or lime.
For to shop for groceries would take Peg away from clothes shopping time.
Al is sitting in front of the TV, his stomach growling for some kind of food.
He is thinking things about Peg, his wife, and most of these things are rude.
Their banter is hilarious to watch on TV, fun to watch, gives us a laugh.
The eighties was when rudeness on the screen was a sought after giraffe.
Here come Kelly and Bud to add more sarcastic comments to the screen.
For some reason or another, this is when mean became a lot less obscene.
It’s Sure not Miss Daisy
Drivin’
Ivan
The Over-Achiever
Be more
Igor
Big Eater Guy
Piggy
Iggy
The Straw Man
Flaxen
Jackson
Street Smart
Joseph
Knows stuff
Serial killer?
Gory
Jory
Would Love to hear from One
Call a
Jonah
The Extra Cautious
Wary
Jerry
So Burdened
Laden
Jayden
Get Him Deoderant
Smelly
Kelly
Being Cloned Thrice
Tripling
Kipling
This Guy Will Do
Any
Kenny
Who Needs To Weight Lift?
Scrawny
Lonny
Who DOES weigh lift?
Brawyn
Johnny
Halloween Lover
Scary
Larry
He’s got Tons of Them
Logan’s
Slogans
The Substitute
Stand-in
Landen
You’ve Got To
See my
Levi
So gross
Lucus
Mucus
More than Enough
Plenty
Lenny
Below Zero
Minus
linus
Santa, weighed four hundred lbs at his yearly check up.
"The Kids bribe me Dr, with Burgers, fries and ketchup."
Dr said, " That's a lame excuse,
your eating habits, you abused!"
"Doc, the reindeer are mad, I'm too fat, and they can't take off!"
Why don't you see Santa in the Hospital, because he has private elf care?
Why was Santa's little helper so sad, because he had low elf esteem?
How much did Santa's sleigh cost, it was on the house?
What kind of motorcycle does Santa ride, A Holly Davidson?
What do you call a kid that doesn't believe in Santa, a rebel without a Claus?
How can you sense Santa is real, you can always sense his presents?
Why is Santa afraid of Chimney's, cause he is Claus-trophobic?
What is Santa's favorite potato chips, Kringles?
What do Santa's elf's learn in school, the elf-abet?
Santa humor
credit Kelly O'Sullivan
Michael Tor Limerick
Hope you enjoyed,
Cheering you up for
The Holidays...
Who ever gave me
The Special Gift, I
want to thank you
from the bottom of
my heart, and I
hope and wish the
Good Lord returns
a Blessing back to
You. God bless you
know you are a
very Special Human
being. Again words
can't describe my
appreciation... for
the gift you have
given me...
Finding exalted pleasure playing happily in the hills.
Memories of the softly undulating land called the hills.
A welcome meeting place for frolicking in the sun with friends.
We could all be seen from afar playing on the grassy hills
Remembering Bob Moore trudged up the hill looking for Kelly.
She hadn’t been home, she was seen by many, playing on the hills.
A search party was organized to look for the missing child.
All the wildflowers were trampled by the searchers on our hills.
We were all sent home that day, no one allowed to play at all.
Spending carefree days in the sun no more, all banned from the hills.
Police did their duty very well searching for dear Kelly.
They searched every one’s home after they looked all over the hills.
Rumors were rife in the Village about sweet Kelly missing.
Some folk believed evil lurked in the dark shadows of the hills.
We children missed our beloved playing, midst the soft grasses.
We stayed and did chores, no more fun, no more playing in the hills.
Noticed by some that old Mick hadn’t been with his cart of vegies.
Weekly he brought his cart full of produce from across the hills.
Mick’s old, might be too much trekking his cart from market gardens.
Besides he might have heard there was troubled danger in the hills.
Concerned folk asked police check on him, make sure he was alright.
Mick was home, he was scared, he heard there was evil in the hills.
Curious, police checked his truck, opened, and they peered inside.
There lay poor little Kelly, no more will she play in the hills.
(Harry says to Larry ) "We're going to have a pickle party, party hearty Harry !"
Pickle One: "Did you hear that Cracklebaum, they are gonna take us home!"
Pickle Two: "I hear I hear, we'll finally get out of this brine"
(Larry says to Harry ) We're gonna have a shindig, others will bring pickles too !
Pickle One: "Did you hear that Cracklebaum, there will be lots of pickles!
Pickle Two: I guess we will see all our friends there huh !
Pickle One: "Maybe we will meet Brad Pickle ?"
Pickle Two: "or Kelly Lee Kung Fu ?"
(Harry says to Larry) "Heh Larr, grab a jar or two"
(Larry opens a lid,) "Heh Harr, this one smells like Pepe Le Pew !"
Pickle One: " Oh Cracklebaum,... did you let one go?"