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Listen to the land
Look at life
Watch the seas
Therein lie lessons
For you and me
Land cracks, thunder claps
Lava flow, fissures show
Mountains burst their tops
Winds whistle through canyons
Earth belches oil spires
Forests light themselves on fire
The land speaks in many ways
Been talking to you all your days
Life does things strategically
From instincts unspoken
Spiders restart webs anew
Not repairing ones broken
Plants are older than us
They know more than we do
Using only light and water
Feed us, keep us in proper order
Seas lapping on shore
Caps of icy foam galore
Frozen arctic blocks dropping off
Deep black ocean depths
What we see we can't fathom
Tsunamis flash and roar
Then there's glassy stillness
Minds try to grasp its vastness
Land speaks truth
Life resets itself
Seas reveal reality
Look for lessons
You will see
On Faith
Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct.
Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm root
to yield ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Expectation’ as flower and fruit.
Doctor holds Faith on life to start from first breath
to continue and last till last breath ending in death.
About life children believe to feel free and tell
‘All day long to play, dance, sing or to listen to tale.’
Young guys have faith on life to observe
as ‘ Love is Life’ and ‘Life is Love.’
In query of life to guy below poverty line :
His Faith rolls in struggle to arrange lunch and to dine.
Political leader believes life dependent on public mass.
Drunkard believes life to cycle around wine glass.
‘ Idea about life ?’ When questioned to an Architect
Answer came as ‘ From master plan not to deviate.’
Intense difficult question as asked to a Scientist
Reply from Faith comes ‘ Search and research to clear mist.’
Intrinsic query on Life to a Mathematician
deals with Faith on analytic approach and calculation.
Experiences about Life as asked to an old person
Answer from his belief ‘ Meaningless ! All achievements are gone !’
‘ How to illuminate life ? ‘ asked to a saint praying to Lord
His Faith declares‘ Humble life comes from Divinity ending in God.’
Faith running, rushing, rolling, rippling , propagating
Absolute no need of explaining or investigating.
Eternal Faith pulsating in every human breath.
Amazing maze of life, amusing musing on Faith.
“Once, rivers danced, with currents bold and free,
Nourishing the land, from mountain to the sea.
Mirrored in their depths, the sun's ethereal glow,
A lifeblood of the Earth, in constant ebb and flow."
Born in whispers, high in the sky,
Aqueous cradle, kissed by a sigh.
From mountain peak to valley's embrace,
I journey onwards, leaving no trace.
Carving canyons, whispering secrets deep,
Nurturing life, where creatures sleep.
A million mirrors, reflecting the sun,
A liquid canvas, where stories are spun.
I crash and boom, a tempestuous rage,
Or flow serenely, turning the page.
A sculptor of landscapes, gentle and bold,
My story unfolds, ever untold.
I quench the thirst of every living thing,
A silent orchestra, on the wind I sing.
A mirror to the soul, reflecting the blue,
A constant reminder, ever new.
In every drop, a universe lies,
A dance of molecules, beneath the skies.
Connecting all, from the smallest cell,
To the vast oceans, where secrets dwell.
So listen closely, to the water's song,
A symphony of life, ever strong.
For in its depths, wisdom resides,
A reminder that life forever abides.
"Water's dance sustains us. Let's protect its rhythm.”
Now there is one which rules our lives
whose presence looms as he arrives
and with his voice, make no mistake
the winds subside, the mountains quake
Our very way of life, cut short
with sleep to flee and peace to thwart
for this one knows no mortal bound
and madness thrives when he’s around
We never know when he’ll drop by
no invitation to reply
he comes from nowhere we can see
the smallest thing can spur his spree
To dare not listen to his word
seems foolish and it feels absurd
should we obey, turn a deaf ear
how do we coexist with fear
It is a gorgeous spring day, there are greens on both sides of the road.
The smells are fantastic, and my hair is blowing like I’m on a cycle.
I’m actually driving my new purple trans am, windows down, music blaring.
The white racing stripes might have been a bit much, but
Not for me. The sun is beaming on us with magic happy.
BRRRR BRRRR GRRRR
Should I try to outrun him?
He’s gaining on me fast. I glance at speedometer. Swear.
82 m.p.h. This is what happens when I listen to the Oldies.
I pull off, waiting, heart beating fast.
Lanky patrolman pulls himself out of car, gets younger as he gets closer.
“Hi,” I say, brightly.
He says, “License and registration, Ma’am.”
He is carrying his ticket pad, and a pen.
My hands are shaking as I start stammering nonsense.
He studies my license a second, says, “Just a minute, Ma’am,”
Walks back to his car, slides in, sits down, spends an hour or two in there.
I get worried I might have accidentally handed him my big-limit Visa card.
My heart is thudding, as I watch him laboriously walk back to my Trans Am
Who is not feeling so fine and foxy now. “It’s your fault!” I tell her. “You did this!”
“You were going 81,” he tells me. Eighty-two, I wisely don’t say.
“I am giving you an opportunity to slow down, and today, I’m giving you a warning,” he says.
No smile. No expression. He could give a mannequin a lesson in subtle.
I cannot help it. “Why?”
A glimmer of an ant’s smile starts in the left corner of his mouth, for a second, but he quickly snaps it off.
“Here’s the deal, Ma’am,” he tells me. “I stopped this car yesterday, on this same curve. I wouldn’t feel right about giving you a ticket on the same corner, at the same speed after letting your 17-year-old daughter off with a warning.”
In my head I picture my adorable blonde daughter who was wearing white hot-pants yesterday.
As a last hurrah he says, “I’m going to be out here for another two hours, Ma’am.”
We both smile.
This is the best warning I’ve ever had!
~Believe In Yourself~
(Butterfly)
Set new goals for you
Believe it too
Best to come
Have faith
Love hope
Be strong
Don't give up
Live with confidence
Thru life love laugh dance
Believe in yourself
Just keep your faith
Love hopes dreams
Love with
All heart
And soul
Be strong and
Never give up
Just believe in you
Life is just too short
Sometime distort
But live it
With grace
Review
Keep balance
Do best you can
Listen God with heart.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
May.27.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Butterfly" is a poetry style created by Michael Degenhardt.
There were days
When I just couldn’t pray
I know, on those days…
He still made a way
He prepared me in amazing ways
With His light illuminating…
My faith, my dreams, my belief
In the One who created the stars
For those who listen, quietly….
For His voice,… His heart
There were those days
When I didn’t know what to say
Couldn’t see my way out
Beyond the struggles, the doubts
The clouds that left me feeling
Like I was in need of healing
During those days of darkness
There in the shadows,
I found the answers to my hope
The colors were vibrant and bold
Breathing peace to my soul
Burning away all the pain and hurt
With joy, compassion, wonders
So brilliant and wise, so warm
They felt like I was being embraced
By the light of the morning Son!
Ladies and Gentlemen
Step right up….
Gather round
FOR WHAT….YOU SAY
For the greatest of all gifts
The opening of a heart
An invitation to escape
The drudgery of doing
GATHER NOW
Oh wearied warriors
Surrender
To the whispered words
Of victories won
Hearts lost
And beauty
Whispered.
CLOSE YOUR EYES
And witness
Welcome the whimsy
Of a wily wind
Whistling its tales
Sharing its tears
Drawing you into its
Comedic insanity
LISTEN
To the heart
See through closed eyes
Exhale the taste of loneliness
Listen with your soul
Become one with the warrior poets
Gathered and share the wonder of life’s POETRY
I'm a doctor of philosophy and medicine.
Those are just two of my practicing current professions.
A rescue worker I've also been
and served many tours of duty on rescue missions.
I'm also a successful author of creative writing,
as well as a song writer whose lyrics are sung by successful musicians.
I volunteer as a Big Brother and in many soup kitchens.
I've organized ralleys against injustice with peaceful protesting,
but all of the above is in my imagination.
My life is as dull as ones life could be.
The only thing duller is my personality.
So I go to a bar every now and then
and many tall tales of myself I share with all who will listen.
It doesn't happen much but every so often
someone believes me and all of the stories I'm telling
and for one brief shining moment I feel like I'm interesting,
but the truth of the matter is, I'm only pretending.
I lay in repose, in calmness and quietness,
silence and stillness, words unspoken;
only the flutter of my heart and breath,
as still as a photograph, lost in my thoughts.
And in my solitude I dream silent dreams . . .
I dream, I go riding a black horse,
a cloud of dark shadows is my hair;
I wear a deep green velvet coat,
the snow is falling, falling, falling.
And in my stillness I dream silent dreams. . .
A thousand soft petals fall and scatter,
beautiful red roses twirling, swirling;
they descend fair and calm and silent,
laying on the pure snow covered ground.
And in my obliviousness I dream silent dreams . . .
My soul dwells up above the clouds,
the turmoil of my life forgotten;
I am voiceless and at peace with life,
listen, is that my silent weeping.
And I lament that I dream silent dreams . . .
____________________________
December 7, 2012
Poetry/Lyric/I Dream Silent Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 12-441-223-07
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Mid July Premier
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/2013
Fourth Place