Long Lifeday Poems
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A toothless smile
The chubby hands
Playing with mama’s hair
She nestled happily
That first tooth
That knowing smile
With mama and papa
She crawled around
That hesitant step
That first fall
With loud encouragement
She moved along
That first day of school
First step outside the house
With tears in mama’s eyes
She said goodbye
That first boyfriend
The feeling of excitement
With fear in papa’s heart
She flowed rapidly by
That little broken heart
The feeling of end of the world
With tears on the pillow
She learnt a lesson
The day of her marriage
The smell of new clothes
Tears in loved ones eyes
She silently left
That little angel
She carried lovingly
She became a mother
The circle was complete.
Beautiful sunset.
Earth meets the sea.
A time of wonder, a time of glee.
Children are at play.
Happy in the day.
Bejeweled and bathed in flickering light.
Lovers embracing, holding on tight.
Another day closing, the end of a dream.
Nothing remaining, it’s part of the scheme.
Kaleidoscope of colors will slowly die.
Even the fireflies don’t know why.
The fires are lit and a new life unfolds.
Beyond in the night, moons light holds.
In the rising of the stars, the day will fade.
Nightime settles on our lonely glade.
Gone is the light, the dark closes in.
Only till morning a new day begins.
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The tentative steps you take
is that of a baby learning to walk
you feel your way around
bumping into things
half swearing,
when you bump into a chair
you can’t remember that chair
being in that particular place
the sounds you hear paint a
vivid picture in your head
but since that day everything
is shrouded in black
you call to mind those pink roses
and the purple petals you use to smell,
it brings a smile to your face
you still dream in color even though
your sight has been taken away
you paint your day in every color
that’s on offer on your palette
you draw your strength from the fact that
you are still alive and
the fact that others were not so lucky…
If I had a week all to myself,
And could put life on hold, high up on the shelf;
How I would spend it, you want to know -
Well let’s see now, if I can give it a go.
Unlike God, on the first day, I would rest,
Before giving my endurance the ultimate test.
Sleep a lot on that very first day;
Catching up on what sleep has gotten away.
Then on that second day my motor would roar,
Visiting all the places that I’ve lived before.
Not in an attempt to relive my youth
Just giving my memory a dose of the truth.
Then on the third day I would sit back and relax;
Catching up on some movies I’ve missed in the past.
Watching with my wife in a theater for two;
Re-enacting some love scenes when the movies are through.
Then on the fourth day I’d like to go on a hike
And cruise some dirt trails on a new mountain bike.
Take my kayak on a rapidly flowing river;
Excitement, this day, I hope would deliver.
On the fifth day I would like to give something back
And visit a local children’s hospital, in fact.
Bring along toys and puppets and clowns;
Try painting some smiles on little kids’ frowns.
Day number six and day number seven
I would spend at the ocean, my little piece of heaven;
Surrounded by members of my extended family;
Playing together, all happily.
How I do spiral to the depths of devastation,
self involved and opposed.
Coiled up as a serpent eager to shed
what was once a smile behind closed doors.
On the other side I lie vulnerable…
Desperate to impress,
caress what rises with the sun.
I realize each day is not the same…
minds over matter, matters over heart
and heart over unnatural hope,
hope for which sees time standing still.
Am I brave in what I say
or are my words just a puzzle to others?
How diverse is a mind that it knows only itself?
I stop to take a drag of my cigarette
as I look at the night sky,
trying to imagine each mind being their own…
perhaps we all do really live alone.
Upstairs I hear the knocking,
shocking thoughts, opinions verse ideas
creating myself each day I open my eyes
yet wondering who I am amongst what I create.
I sit alone…
cursed with the state of my own mind,
yet infatuated with the idea of being creative.
Am I free to be inspired
or am I bound by that I aspire to be?
I wrap my arms around myself
believing my own love is possible.
Amongst “perfection”
I find comfort in all the obscurity…
Simple or obscene…it’s just a thought,
forever my state of mind.
Form:
Once long ago he flew high and free
The flight was farther than most can see
Then one day as I watched him in his flight
Close to evening when it was getting dim light
Seeing him in the dim light there was a change
Feathers flew__he pitched and turned seemed strange
Slowly falling to mother earth landed in lurch
Going close so I could maybe see if he was hurt
He was on the ground with feathers all around
Swiftly going home and getting a bag to cover him round
Took him to a rescue ranch to see if he had a chance
He would heal the all seem to feel, on his perch he had stance
But he did not heal__ his psyche was permanently crushed
He longingly viewed the sky remembering when he flew freed
Stuck on his perch he grew swiftly old no more freedom no more gold
Hating each day but not able to go on with his goal
Dreaming, night dreams and day dreams to fly high again
To soar with the eagles up in the night sky.
The merchandise looked perfect
Longing to have this master's work
Everything about it would make my life complete
The legs were perfect even and balanced
Even the color of the merchandise glowed and I desired
It spoke to me of how it would fit in a nook in my lonely life
I planned and planned how I could have it
Dreaming day and night
The day finally arrived
It was delivered to my home but where I placed it
The whole area it consumed
It seem to overpower everything
The color so beautiful at the store
Became dull unfashionable
In my life it became a bore
Looking at the monstrousity
As it smiled so cunningly at me
I wanted to throw it out the door
I called Salvation Army come get this merchandise
Remove it out my door
I should have know that it was a White Elephant
The minute I eyed it at the store!!!
The world aint fall on me but from me it ran away got me walkin down a lonely road looking
for some better days I know it just a phase but I hope it hurry up and end because I feel like
my head in a eternal spin again and again I think its about to stop then it starts to spin even
faster than I thought happiness can not be bought and wind can not be fought as I try to find
a safe place before I become just a thought the only break in the silence is a cough which
pushes the people farther and farther away as if I was walking astray but it’s the world that’s
running away which I find my self trying to chase looking for something to embrace before I
become a mental case I know its not all about race because its everyone going away to
civilization im like a loose ape and I chase everyone away so I hope from day to day that I
will find better times but from day to day its just a world wide chase looking for a better day
and way to keep my mind straight as the World I Chase
Form:
they say that first love
is the deepest
but this I think this is untrue
for my life seemed more like a fantasy
until the day that I found you
I always did the best I could just taking things
in my stride
but my life had no reality until the day you
were by my side
people used to treat me like some kind of door mat
and tried to walk all over me
it was more like infatuation from what I can see
I had no real ambitions I had no real dreams to come true
but yet I found all my dreams and ambitions the day that I found you
I know it may sound kind of strange
that in a blink of an eye my life you did rearrange
although I did the best I could to thrive
it was only when I came to you that I was truly alive
my life had no real meaning in all the things I used to do
my life was only reality dear Lord when I gave my life to you.
(Dedication to a very dear friend)
When things don't seem to go your way and the load
You carry now is so heavy to bear one single day more
That's when you feel like you may be just falling down
And realize that things are taking its toll like never before
Bear in mind, that you can always depend on Him and me too
You can always stop and push all of your troubles away
And leave behind all your cares and your woes any time too
Just try to find some sort of joy and happiness in every single day
Concentrate a little harder in every thing that you do,the choice is yours,
Focus and reach all your goals, take the walk, right to the top!
Start today by fighting, and reaching out, for a better tomorrow
Achieve and make every single one of your "dreams" come true and never stop!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
June 13, 2009