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This Spring's like one we've never known;
one which has kept us all alone-
away from work, away from friends,
away from schools and all that lends
to gatherings of people who
would like to share an hour or two
at restaurants- with food, good talk
and then, perhaps, a simple walk.
Six feet apart, we wear our masks
and hurry up to do small tasks.
This massive shutdown still proclaims-
no movies, concerts or sports games-
No grandkids can give hugs inside-
just waves from phones or cars they ride.
Though flowers bloom and grass is green
their beauty's lost in our new scene.
For sure, spring fever skips this year-
we stay indoors because of fear
to break the rules that law mandates
will keep us safe from deadly fates.
So many passed- we're sad, distraught
with pain this new pandemic brought.
This horrid virus did bestow
the loss of things we've come to know.
Those freedoms we had known are gone
and all's the same from dawn to dawn,
with unknown answers- if or when-
our lives will be the same again.
April 27, 2020
~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice F
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged:
~2nd Place~
Contest: Couplet- Any Theme, Any Length
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 05/04/2020
From a small town in eastern Italy,
A dessert was born, beloved steadily.
Named from the Italian “tirami su,”
Meaning “pick me up,” “cheer me too.”
A medley of classic ingredients combined,
Handcrafted with skill, seasoned by time.
Egg yolks and sugar softly entwine,
Forming a base indulgently fine.
Mascarpone lends its silken embrace,
A creamy richness time can’t erase.
Coffee arrives with bold, dark flair,
Soaking Savoiardi beyond compare.
Marsala, Kahlúa add depth and punch,
A spirited touch to this decadent bunch.
A harmony layered, delicate yet strong—
A timeless dessert where all hearts belong.
Now let us speak of Limoncello tiramisu, bright and bold,
A modern whisper to a classic old.
Limoncello syrup works its gentle art,
Swapping tart restraint for citrus heart.
A sunlit dessert, vivid and light,
A refreshing turn on a recipe time-worn by night.
Crowned with candied lemon, golden and fine,
Pure summer captured in each spoonful divine.
From coffee’s depth to citrus light,
From velvet dusk to sunlit bite,
Each layer tells a story true—
Of comfort found, of joy renewed.
In every spoon, a moment shared,
A taste of Italy, lovingly prepared.
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Black as the pit in the well of my dreams
slumber is dark, and the silence is long
on the loneliest road that the mind travels on
I'm engulfed by the pitch and the feeling of dread
Dead reckoning beckons to hold up its head
I'm encircled by whirlwinds and fierce prairie wind
I open my eyes, and with the last of my breath
I see a field of tall wheat, I am gasping within
My grandmother's house is a waving mirage
and seen in the distance, as once it had been
What do I fear? Is it life after death?
Perchance this is slumber, and the sleep monster haunts me,
A nightmare is taunting as it calls through the dark
I am playing the part, as a child with a spark
of the fire that wants me, as the field is engulfed
Heroic, and fearless, alas, not afraid
An arm reaches out, and shows me the way
Keeping brave as I can, she lends me her hand
"Stand by my side, let the flames be your guide"
How brave, that I am, when deep in the place
in the trace of the vaporous face of my dreams
The shades of fire, and smoke of the night
will consume me, if only, I fight off my fright
It is only my fear, that consumes while awake
of the things that are real, and things that are not
Not bending wheat strands, or the flames of the fire
Standing tall when I wake, I will wake with new power
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1//5/14
Written: October 28, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Amid the distress and pressure of life,
A salient soul suspires to scamper strife.
Despite bodily weakness and a lingering graze,
Unwavering strength and vitality inside amaze
Breath may be beleaguered, even as the body ails.
Flog to fatten, follow, even if fiefdom fails.
It rises beyond tough times with its optimism.
In desultory days, grasp toward agnosticism.
Nature's gentle whistle splendors serenity.
In the shades of a sunset and bird melody.
The body fails, but the spirit stays hopeful.
It speaks for drive and the resolve to be careful.
It glides amid a storm fearlessly, paving the way.
Amid agony, the soul rises, grows, and stays.
Each rebirth lends the soul wings and a slope.
Despite the gloom, there's still a glint of hope.
Allow the body to suffer and the soul to soar.
Yet it is the spirit that prevails over deplore.
Rejuvenation is the answer to physical illness.
A soaring persona that can bear on grimness
Embrace depth inside; the spirit ablaze is untamed.
Let ailments prevail; rousing spirits set us unblamed.
Despite all odds, the spirit shines brightly amid sorrow.
It climbs above, decries its path, and is never hollow.
Renewal lets you start again, fix harm, and be free.
Honor the body aches as they reveal our glee.
Rebirth lifts the soul, ruining walls and letting in light.
Hardship lends life and shows God's eternal insight.
While bones and skin plunge, souls remain.
With every harm and grief, refuse to be slain.
The probe fire speaks while the body is feeble.
It lights a bright spark that leads us to a needle.
Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel ,
another scurries closer and strums it with its heel .
wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed ,
then the clever thought occurs to me
‘just test it and bang your head .
Nope I’m none the wiser ‘now definitely wide awake the mechanical spiders play too me as none of this is fake .
Dozens of them are present now ‘all shine with a metallic grace
‘ but why my room I ask myself
‘why now and why in this place ?
Segmented shining carapace’s ‘move slowly in the gloom ‘
their steel strung out of different lengths
‘lends melodics to the tune .
Tiny keys are turning that adds motion to their gears
‘the thought of what the hell’s going on ‘l
‘nearly bringing me too tears .
Should I Trust theses clockwork spiders ‘
when will their playing End ?
‘who sent them too late night serenade me
‘was it enemy or a trusted friend?
This picking arachnid blue grass
‘ was really something to see
‘terror was starting to subside ,
I was tapping gleefully.
Please don’t climb down from the wall’s
‘keep playing this wicked tune
‘if could just reach my trusted harmonica
‘I’ll join you really soon.
So there I was sat up in bed
‘the spiders kept their beat ‘
it was now time for my solo ‘ I’d better make this sweet.
scratching approval from these arachnid bots
‘was what my piece had gained
’this was becoming awesome ,this could lead to fame.
Then one by one they began to fall,
‘softly on on my bed
‘ the lack inertia for their key winding
’had ended the music dead .
No ‘I called out in grief there’s a lot more we can play ,
‘please reinstate your innerspring’s and carry on that old country way .
But the lifeless eight legged metals ‘lay still and didn’t move ‘
the time had come ‘we’d had our fun ‘
that was the conclusion of our groove .
Where had these spiders come from and how did they know too play
‘I’ll never forget their music ‘
I’ll never forget this day .
Flamboyant, fabulous fall waits in the wings
As sultry summer gradually winds down,
Losing strength to chilly changes September brings,
Leaving lovers of long hot days wearing a frown.
Delights await those who favor fall.
Exciting festivals and special days
Enliven our spirits. Outdoor scenes enthrall,
Pleasing the eye with vast, colorful arrays,
Inspiring, serving as poet’s and painter’s muse.
Nature lends progressively less daylight.
Trick-or-treaters have cute costumes to choose,
Ornate orange bags or buckets—adorable sight--
And sweets to eat on Halloween night.
Umber earth is rendered white by frost, then snow.
Thanksgiving feasts and football are November fare.
Ultimate fall plans center around coming yuletide glow.
Merry Christmas! Gather; gifts and blessings, share.
Now winter waits with a new year in tow.
September 26, 2020
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Seasonal Acrostic, Choice: Fall Deep into Autumn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
January 11, 2021
entered the Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The devil came amongst them,
As they rang the midnight bell,
Said that one of their number,
Must taste the fires of Hell.
“Which of you is good enough,
To stand forth and not quail?
To have your sin and virtue,
Measured on my scale?”
The crowd they grovelled in the dirt,
Each guarding his own sin.
Only one man raised his chin up high,
And walked right up to him.
The devil sneered in that man’s face,
And announced, loud and cocksure,
“Pride itself is sin enough,
I doubt you’ll prove that pure.”
“What feat of ego drives you,
To think you can pass this test?
What indulgence lends you to believe,
You’re better than the rest?”
“You have me wrong, O Satan,”
The man calmly declared,
“I am a sinner bound for hell,
But I’m now fully prepared.”
“You’ll come for me eventually,
Would it be such a blow?
If I gave up the ghost right here,
And with you chose to go?”
The devil reared and flexed his claws,
Gave out a mighty hiss,
“What game of words is this you play?
I make no sense of this.”
“Oh devil, it occurred to me,
The truth of the choice I face,
If I did not come with you,
Another would take my place.”
And that man he said to Satan,
“I have no other goal,
Than to go, knowing at least,
I saved one other soul.”
The devil gnashed his teeth and then
He cut that man apart.
Plunged those claws into his chest,
Ripped out his beating heart.
But the heart still pumped and throbbed,
With life and vibrancy,
And the devil clasped it with both hands,
To stop it breaking free.
But the heart began to dissipate,
Into a ball of light,
The devil roared as it rose up,
Gently defied his might.
For evil can be thwarted,
With each small act of grace,
And souls can move on from older selves,
To find a better place.
~God Is Lord~
(Jay's Way)
God is Lord
With Him I can do it all
Sees me thru everything and each time I fall
With God by side there's none I should fear
He always lends ear
God loves me
Safe can be
Wants best for you too
He's always there to help us that's true
Call on His Holy name He listens for sure
Walk with Him His love endures
God is Lord!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.20.2017
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:
'Jay's Way' is a poetry form or style created by Chazz Combs.
"Like the silence that screams cursing solitude . . .
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers."
Quote by: Regina McIntosh
When the world seems to be asleep at dawn's blush
and sweet silence lends me an attentive ear
I pray in undertones of a whispered hush
Doves in chorused unity; their trills I hear
In splendid harmony they sing as day breaks
Deep within my heart, I know that God is near
As though in sunrise stillness, His presence makes
my faith strong enough to touch my trenchant soul
In those solemn moments, my piety wakes
I feel His blessing to comfort and console
At morning's spill, I'm with my Father, my Friend
instead of floundering in a shallow shoal
All the troubles in my harried heart transcend
I take delight in humming a calm refrain
envisioning life in Eden, without end
For that I'm thankful to the One who was slain
Jesus Christ, the Day Star, risen to the skies
Son of God Almighty, who'll forever reign
Hope descends to me; on Angel's wings it flies
sent to enhance my faith in the Lord above
I greet it each morning with exultant cries
Grateful for the mercy I'm unworthy of
and honored to offer Him my steadfast love
January 22nd, 2021
Heart Universes~Terza Rima
Contest sponsored by Regina McIntosh
I had a disagreement the other day
with my pal Floyd who passed my way
He brought his new sculpture for me to see
Floyd's a fine artist, on that we agree
"Wow" said I, "It's an Iron Butterfly"
"He'll soar with The Eagles right up to the sky"
Said Floyd "In the wings I set colored glass"
"That Deep Purple shade really lends some class"
"That glass is Pink, Floyd" I responded to him
"Your grasp of color must be growing dim"
"You're Bad Company son" said Floyd to me
"By the way, can my dog use your yard to pee?"
"Go ahead" said I, with a bit of a 'sheesh'
As he Led Zeppelin, his dog, by the leash
He told me he's taking his art on a tour
through Kansas, Boston and Chicago for sure
Then Floyd headed down to Emerson Lake
& Palmer his friend was there grilling steak
As for me, I'm leaving this Traffic and noise
I'll be spending the day down at The Beach, Boys
But wouldn't you know it, I broke me some bones
when I slipped and fell on some Rolling Stones
So Guess Who's sitting at home in a cast
and I'm hoping these Dire Straits go fast
But my Twisted Sister who just stopped by
brought some Cream filled eclairs and apple pie
Which brightens my Journey and makes me smile
and eases The Kinks in my back for a while