Long Let Poems
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Let me watch
Till the end.
The world is on
Threat to the end.
More ambitions
Global warming
Deadly bio weapons
Increased tensions.
Someday they shall plough the field
To harvest of corpses
Then not certain who will die or survive,
But surely the land will not be more fertile.
Deep sleep of ignorance
A day it will cover your sense
When millions of your cries
Will not respond to peace tries.
This upcoming horror movie
My dear lazy friends
Will finish last blockbuster
Till the end of the theater.
Don't try to disturb
I am enjoying the hollywood movie
Either you or I can make fun
But the world is on its head of gun.
Let me minister to you in dance oh Lord
with my whole body in motion
Let me worship and praise you my God
With total devotion
In the right place at the right time
I move with total love
For my Savior Jesus the Christ
Who for me shed His blood
Let it rain down on me oh Lord
Let the gates of Heaven be opened wide
As I stand in awe of you oh Lord
On this spiritual ride
Let me minister to you in dance oh Lord
Let my body be an instrument of praise
As I dance with total dedication
My hands in faithfulness raised
This is Your season oh Lord
Let it manifest in me
As I dance with fidelity
For all the world to see
As I lift my eyes to the hills oh Lord
Let my spirit be lifted as well
As I worship, work and witness oh Lord
In Your presence I'll forever dwell
Let me minister to you in dance oh Lord
Let the music flow like a spiritual tidal wave
For the Great I Am said the storm is over
And Jesus will always save
So let me minister to you in dance oh Lord
As I move with tenacity
Now full of the Holy Spirit
In motion perpetually
The DEA will this condemn:
Some pain sufferers take Kratom
Big pharma must reign
They'll rely on chicane
To keep addicts addicted to them
Author's Note: Kratom comes from a relative of the coffee plant. The active ingredient is mitragynine. While this substance acts as a pain killer, it appears much less addictive than the opiates supplied by big pharma. Thousands of people swear by it, and have used it to wean themselves off of more addictive drugs and alcohol. Research on mice has shown that at least mice do not become addicted to this substance. So, naturally, the next step is to ban it!! Do you suppose the drug companies had something to say to the regulators? Thanks uncle sam.
yonder tree so falls
being cut down trimmed and all
saw just let er rip
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bubbling boiling clog
having an upset stomach
flatulent just gas
~
rooted gases brews
holding back stomach hard pangs
past gas let er rip
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race start to finish
get on, your mark get set, go
start just let er rip
7/1/21
FOR LET ER RIP CONTEST
Sponsored by: John Lawless
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Ninety years already, life continues to amaze
Respecting elders - meaningful, polite phrase
Spent too much time living in a daze
Now I'm learning to maximize my days
Stifle your opinions, let me have my say
My favorite dessert - special treat for today
Let me ahead in line, won't mean much anyway
A seat with a view, let me enjoy my stay
Breaking a hundred seems to be a craze
What does the end look like through the haze?
Continued care senior living - another life phase
Longevity issues, probing questions it does raise
I've come a long way
Tried my best not to stray
Let me have this day
Maybe my last, it's okay
This day, my day
Love can be sweet and be kind,
And for you and me is right here to find,
Sometimes love is just like the wind
It can be gentle and destructive and make us blind
Love is the best thing in this whole world,
Love can be good and love can be bad,
When you fall in love you can be happy
And when you fall out of love, you can be sad
God created Love for us so good and divine,
He gave us this wonderful gift to make us glad,
It is up to us to make it last and fine,
It is up to us to make us happy or mad
Love is an emotion like there's no other one I just know,
There's so much that for others we can do and with Love show!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005-2009
Posted, March,13,2009
“I make the Money, It don’t make me “
Going to work every day, out here no excuse
Making Money, I make the money
It don’t make me
Out here grinding by all means, finish a day’s work
Go get some rest
Mission completed, I did my best, to pass this test
Money is the root of all evil
That’s what I was told
Never greed, want to succeed
Anyway it goes, but it’s been told
More times than before
That what good is a man, to gain the world and lose its soul
Don’t let the money, take full control
On earth you could live without it and be happy
But man makes you think you can’t with money sometimes a price is paid
At a bigger cost, its just currency, that has lost the value of its true meaning
People use it and abuse it, don’t know its worth
And if they lose it for good
It will hit them where it hurts
Put in the works and labor, and then the money you make will work in your favor
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
6/27/2016
Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether region
Maybe too many beans methinks
It's easy for people to think I'm just happy
Coz I am the majority of the time
The look on my face can be very similar
This time it emanates from behind
Think I just need to let a boomer go
One that could shatter tall buildings
I hesitate to let the damn thing fly
For fear it would loosen people's filling
Guess I'll just have to suffer in silence
Till I reach a McDonald's restroom
If I make it, I hope they build 'em strong
Down with my drawers then kaboom!
The shattered remains can still be seen
They decided to make the site a memorial
Seventeen people have lost their eyesight
Six swore off Big Macs overall
Now I've divulged my reason for grinning
It's not that I'm happy, you see
The real reason is internal combustion
Not allowing my wind to blow free!
I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world,
Too shy to complain about something, to express my dissatisfaction,
So sensitive that their words become burdens heavy to carry,
Too emotional to handle the turmoil that haunts my heart.
I am chaos, a strange one, always known as being unknown,
Silence and time spent alone are often my refuges,
Thus, my story becomes hidden, an untold and forgotten tale,
Yes, I am often misunderstood, as if I stay in my comfort zone.
But, honestly, it's not a comfort zone, but rather my own universe,
A place where I find myself, where I weigh my thoughts and dreams,
A sanctuary of silence where I can clearly hear my heartbeats,
An esoteric refuge where light and shadow dance in harmony.
Here, where reality and imagination intertwine in silence,
I build my world from dreams and unspoken desires,
A place where time loses its meaning and I can truly be myself,
Living in my own world, a story of unspoken words.
College? Who needs it? Shut the front door!
I’m head’n out west to be a movie star in a bit.
Keep look’n at fan magazines; I’ll be on the cover.
I’m gonna’ be famous, I guarantee it!
A relationship of two years and sixteen dates means nothing?
I thought we had roots; I thought he was mine.
Crying into my pillow, I think he’ll surely come to his senses!
I thought we had this going; everything was so fine.
It’s a nightmare I think, he will soon come around.
On a Saturday his mother tells me he has taken his guitar.
His thinking is crazy, he is Hollywood bound.
He’s on a bus for L.A., to follow his dream and a star.
A guitar! He cannot read music; he is not musical at all.
Thought he wanted to be a TV star, I say stupidly.
I am shocked, horrified, I nearly collapse over and fall.
His mother shrugs her eyes, wanting to get rid of me.
I go back home and crawl into my tiny lonely single bed.
He’ll be back in seconds, I think. He has only three hundred bucks.
Out in the big city, he’ll trust the wrong person, maybe wind up dead.
He calls me collect. His phone is off; speech punctuated with s.
I beg him to come home, say let’s get married, do things right.
Married! He scoffs. I just had you around for kicks and for laughs.
My speech is slobbery, I am crying, not understanding his plight.
He has moved in with wild crazy Jasmine, who collects toy giraffes.
I think to myself, this is not my sweet, tender loving guy at all.
Part of me refuses to give up on our dream of what I want him to be.
He has truly fallen off the pedestal, and it’s fallen off the wall.
I hold on to him for years, the handsome prince who always rescues me.
He calls me often at first, giving me hope each and every time, for sure.
I need my man, the prince, the one I thought would carry me away.
Try to act coy, but my emotions kick in and I beg him for a cure.
It has been thirty-six years now, I guess Hollywood he will stay.
Is it time to tear down his photographs? Time to throw away his shoes?
I am wailing and sobbing now at all the time I have spent on him.
What if I burned his plaid shirt and he came back tomorrow, then what?
I crawl into my bed, wishing hard at the edge of my hopefulness rim.