Long Legends Poems
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Memorial day, to remind us of the loved ones who can no longer recall but we still remember,
Represented by the tear falling from the heart, the purple heart worn on a sleeve,
By those who represent faith and believe, in change to make history even though it will repeat,
But these will be no tales of defeat, but legends of heavens on earth revealing revelations with unending destination, time.
So thank you for your blood, sweat, and tears you shed so others didn’t have to cry, bleed, or fear,
The physical war that opens and closes doors, thank you for your sacrifice and giving us a little slice of your life, when we didn’t deserve it.
So to all just know that you’re more than worth it.
Thank you for displaying the ultimate form of love, our angels from above now flying with the doves…
P.S. sacrifice is a love never forgotten mi amor te echo de menos
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"Black Crow Mojo"
I walk within my Cave of Dreams
Labyrinths that forever wind and turn
Deeper I journey inwards and evermore inwards
Keeping close the keys to secret doorways to
The Outer World.
Am I looking for her?
The Long Lost Girl?
Or am I leading you further
and further, into my arms,
into the arms of my wonderful world?
Like breadcrumbs,
I am dropping you all my precious pearls.
I am the Pheonix Warrior Woman
Adorned in Black Crow Feathers
Robe of Mojo Courage.
Now I am standing in your world
I stand on The Outside
Waiting
and watching you
In your Lost Dark World
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
1. "Burn", The Cure
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=109&v=mfTkL-ZHDCY
2."Dead Souls", Nine Inch Nails (lyrics)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDHqywS6un0
Lyrics -
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nineinchnails/deadsouls.html
"The meaning of the Crow symbol signifies wisdom. According to Native American legends and myths some tribes believed that the Crow had the power to talk and was therefore considered to be one of the wisest of birds. The sacred bird of the famous Ghost Dance was the crow. The Ghost Dance Religion used it as a symbol of the past when the crow had acted as a pathfinder for hunting parties. The feathers of the crow adorned their clothes and each dancer was to wear one eagle feather or one crow feather in their hair, The Sioux believed that when the great, final flood came to earth that the crow feathers would lift the ghost dancers from the ground to the safety of the heavens."
I sat on the rocks
By the New Bedford docks
And waited for his boat to return
But the sun went to hiding
Bringing ever bad tidings
And a sea where last lessons are learned
My time spent in vain
For not even a plane
Could find a boat headed out of that storm
As the sea roiled upward
My hopes were dragged under
Which my soul was to curse and then scorn
And the streets emptied out
Churches packed and devout
As the old ones did swear and rebuke
The women all cried
With new legends reprised
As the Parson read words in tribute
Till at the church by the dock
From whence he had left
From its window I yelled through the tears…
“Look to the harbor this night,
the mourning over, I sight:
—My Daddy’s Gaff Schooner is here”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I can still remember the day,
And it wasn't that long ago.
Where we sought some inspiration,
From those we might call, our hero.
Their stories were often fed to us,
Like mothers feed newborn.
Nurturing body, mind, and soul,
Allowing dreams flight,
With an elusive unicorn.
As the pages of time have turned,
New characters are now in view.
Where former masks have lost favor,
And novel contemporaries are the few.
Since my illusions of Mickey Mantle & 007,
Are now the dust of faded memory,
Our progeny will have new hero's,
Web-surfing champions . . .
Without artillery.
Give me an idea that I can use
and built on for the future.
Run through my mind and find something kind
overlooked to help me to endure.
Give me fables and legends of old;
all the enchanted stories.
Find something kind and run through my mind
supplanting negative memories.
Give me not only wisdom to see,
also the courage to lead.
Run through my mind and find something kind
to say to my fellow man in need.
Give me all your sorrows and the pain
that you’ve saved from your brothers.
Find something kind and run through my mind
with the hope that I can bring others.
POETIC FORM: ZaniLa Rhyme
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ZaniLa Rhyme
The following is an invented poetic form for which I have written several examples over the years. The ZaniLa Rhyme is a repeating form with an inverted refrain. It is, in essence, a syllabic form created by poet, Jan Turner. It consists of at least three 4-line stanzas; or six per the original design. It has 9 syllables per line in lines 1, 3 & 4, with the 2nd line having 7 syllables. The rhyme scheme: ab (c¹.c² –Internal Rhyme) b. The metre for L3 is: /**/ … /**/
Line three is a repeating line throughout. It contains leonine verse, divided into equal portions (syllable count), separated by a conjunction (which might remain static), resulting in the nine-syllable count. The title is derived from the first half of this line. The same line is repeated as the third line in each stanza, but the two sections of the internal rhyme are switched around in each following stanza. Thus, the line is repeated identically in each uneven numbered stanza, and the turned line, in each even number stanza. In the example, I have written it in italics and boldface for ease of reference.
Each stanza starts with the same opening words (underlined for ease of reference) but continues with a different ending which is unrhymed with any part of the stanzas—it is progressive in its statement and carries the momentum of the poem forward.
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved one
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
a kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden
Cupid bled
on roses
cause lost love
instead then
Another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
the wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
Roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
April.02.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry form or style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.
Within the swirling currents of stars
He materializes, a silhouette against chaos
He is the whisper throughout time of stories untold
Worn out boots pound the cracked pavement
The echoes of centuries ripple beneath him
He carries a heavy urgency within his heart
He carries the truth, secrets, and all the lies
In the alleyways where shadows conspire in silence
Sleepy eyes wide awake in the rising dawn
Boisterous laughter falters, the world stills
That moment suspended, all breaths held in
This traveling Starman opens his mouth to speak
Pausing showing his sad eyes meeting doubt
"Time is such a fragile entity" he states
"Yet it bends for those who dare listen"
He is the only sound heard, the voice of time
He outlines all that has led up to now
For his people, because to them he is a God
And The Savior is here to warn the tides
"Protect what you love and abandon frivolous material"
"Keep thy community strong and your house stronger"
"Do not worship false idols, do not give into temptation"
"And tempted you will be, The Whispering Storm is near"
Subtle gasps quickly hush as everyone huddles closer
Everyone's heart beats faster than time itself
"What lies in the Whispers of Winds is the truth"
"The truth spun drastically for one to believe"
And the legends tell once you believe there is no alternative
Your Soul becomes part of this ever-growing storm
And it becomes evil...It becomes the death...
As all you love will get swallowed with who believes
He ends with starlit tear drops falling from his eyes
For he has seen the power of the storm, he almost believed
He almost gave into temptation if it weren't for those he loved
So he protected them in the end, love prevailed his time
He turns and slowly glides past the masses of His people
Questions being thrown from every direction go unanswered
Because the only answers have to come within ones self
And those answers carry the weight of this world
Into the folds of existence upon untraveled paths
He fades...Fades away to another time, another place
Leaving only the echo of his words within their hearts
Leaving to where he knows he can never return
Because he already knows the outcome...
Written for poetry contest "Starman" on 11/18/2024
Hosted by: Tom Woody Form: Dramatic Verse
PLACED 5TH PLACE IN CONTEST
A nobody but I'm somebody in the vast cosmic dance,
Just one small spark, yet burning with resilient light.
I walk unseen through crowded streets, a passing glance,
A whispered name forgotten with the fading night.
Yet in my quiet moments, worlds expand within,
My thoughts create universes none have ever known.
The smallest acts of kindness—where legends begin,
From tender seeds of nothing, mighty trees have grown.
A nobody to history's grand, unfolding page,
But somebody to those whose lives I've gently touched.
A heartbeat in the rhythm of this fleeting age,
A single drop of rain that makes the garden lush.
So call me insignificant, I won't protest—
For in this seeming smallness, I have found my rest.
A nobody but somebody—perhaps that's best,
When being truly human is life's only test.????????????????
Written: June 19, 2023
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Our love meanders like a nascent rivulet,
Wandering through valleys of ethereal dreams.
A symphony of emotions, tender if you touch it.
Composed by the universe's celestial teams.
In the depths of our souls, a melody plays.
Whispering secrets of love's ancient ways.
Each note resonates with divine grace.
Guiding our hearts to a sacred place.
Whose waters, though once clouded with a rush
Now they are clear, revealing hushed
Secrets are hidden beneath their tranquil surface.
A world unseen, an enigma to embrace.
With your mind so sharp and keen,
Come, let us wander by this serene stream.
For in its depths lies a mystery untold.
A tale of wonder is waiting to unfold.
The Unveiling Waters, they do speak,
Of ancient ships and treasures deep,
Of mermaids and sirens, luring with their song,
Of forgotten kingdoms, where legends belong.
Each passing second your Love
Etches its seal on eternal slates,
Proving fleeting affections drear,
Yielding warmth that never sates.
Infinitely warmer and soothing more,
It trounces fickle throbs of mortal kiss,
Eclipsing legends' amours of nymphs
Hugged by knights into hollowed bliss.
None comparable to fabled stories
Lauding mimicking flames of yore,
It permeates envy's diamond walls;
Caressing loneliest canyons below.
Your caress's unlying promise heals
Rude adder's strikes ignorance deals,
And balms vipers' capricious stings;
Surefire cure beyond temporal flings.