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The Ash has died, bare-branched
Throughout this summer.
Odin's gallows, Dreamin' Tree,
Died back like every other.
Though autumn leaves begin their fall
Bare Ash stands like a Christmas tree
Embraced, entwined, adorned
With greening from another.
Wisteria's bine has jumped the gap
Between the gardens at the back
To cover Ash tree to its top
To all the world alive, but not.
Half way up this dreamin' tree
A pigeon mounts his mate
A fourth or fifth time in this day
Though autumn's love is late
And well before the Spring.
Corvid's watching blue-winged Jay
Sits low upon his gallow branch,
Planning how to rob their nest
To scalp its precious fledgling squabs
Before they're raised as offspring.
These clatter doves with life long
Mates make glimpse of love's display
But all of God's creation groans
Awaiting when that final day
Finds freedom from frustration
With birth pangs of a better way
And longed for last redemption.
~His Love Is Divine~
( The Bell )
Lord
Can really save
His love is divine
With Lord nothing to fear
Life can be so hard
But with him soul safe
With the Lord have all to
Win
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Often
Times sorrows come
But he hears prayers
He can mend what's broken
No matter what it is
Though negative emotions can be
Just try keep hearts door always
Open
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Always
Keep yourself strong
No matter what happens
Though all sad bad be
I believe Lord hears prayers
God wipes tears away and
He surely loves us always and
Forever
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.05.2017
-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 )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Bell" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September.18.2010.
Love is invisible
an undetectable secret weapon.
Some use it naturally
others for their advantage,
manipulating it like a weapon
intoxicating the vulnerable
with their twisted toxic methods.
Once mastered though
there is nothing more powerful
than its essence.
For it has the capability
to engineer uncontrollable reactions,
which chemically unbalance the mind.
When your heart has lost control
the whole body functions for one goal,
that is to embrace and embody only love.
Who ever the object of your affection,
the desire to have feelings reciprocated increase
enticing your soul to dance to your song of choice.
The heart longs for a match,
the soul for a mate,
the brain for intellectual thought,
while the skin craves for just a touch
and the lips for an opportunity to taste
fruits unknown, which become ripe with a kiss.
Never underestimate the power of love,
there is nothing more greater.
Once two hearts connect
all else is futile - feelings are blind.
Another journey begins
with the game of love
The Silent One
Originally written 11 January 2016
a kiss in the morning, a kiss to say goodbye
a kiss just cos I love you , when im alone i sit and cry
you smile lights up my darkest days with eyes so dark but pure
you mane is just like poetry , "the raven" your my lenore
I cannot describe what you mean to me
the ropes that hold me in the darkest gloom are cut and I am free
I smile whenever your around i hate when we are apart
your name is etched inside of me and always in my heart
they say "its better to love and loss than never to loved at all"
love is like a poker game and all I do is call
inside of me theres so much to say but where oh where to start
alone I feel so stupid with you I feel so smart
with you I feel a better man with you I see so clear
id sell my soul to the devil himself just to hold you near
my darling I cannot express what I feel inside
i wrote this poem just for you so I know i trued
but I can never be the man you want ill never own a beemer
you are a woman of great taste and I am just a dreamer
Be hard on yourself
Be that rock that never stops rolling
That bell that never stops tolling
That hunchback in the tower
Go hard on yourself
You know the song of love is calling
If you’re forever falling,
How can you muster any power?
Baby, you been comforted and coddled
But the answer’s not between the cork and the bottle
Don’t ease back and take the foot off of the throttle
Time to get hard
Be hard on yourself
This is no time for surrender
Stick your head out of the trenches
And jump in the line of fire
Stay hard on yourself –
You’re a pilgrim and a soldier
The point of life’s to get older
Not die with your desires
Be hard on yourself
There’s a meaning to your suffering
A hole for all your shoveling
To leave a decent legacy
Get hard on yourself
I didn’t used to believe it
The wise man does not seek it
He’s already under the tree
Be hard on yourself
Some might call it rhetoric
The corporate people peddle it
But an empty slogan, it ain’t
Get hard on yourself –
Live to the point of explosion
Turn your paddlewheel to the ocean
and go headlong without complaint.
Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;
Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s falling gilded leaves,
Of fate unkind, bawling, in throes of grief,
Of pristine joy beaming from mother’s eyes
Jubilant in delight of child’s innocent smile;
Of ebb and flow to life in seasons undulating
Spurring me to attribute form and meaning.
So, I write verses stemming from core of soul
Striving to capture essence of elusive words,
Exploring assonance, even in rhymeless prose,
Attempting to inspire spirit of wordless woes
As thoughts-poetic heart’s rhythms compose;
Of chromatic sunsets and scintillating dawns,
Of starless nights hosting tenebrous bygones,
Of tales strumming romance, of fables forlorn,
Of ideas enthroned, of paradigms bemoaned,
Of boundless expressions, of passions I own.
August 30, 2022
Placed 2nd: I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
“Never, my child, did I have death or deathlessness, poison or poisonlessness. How shall I speak of the pure and the impure? I am free from disease-my form has been extinguished.”
The heartbeat of God is all love and light,
throb of bliss in unending renewal,
suffused thus in ineffable delight,
which then projects Itself in realm dual,
where to live by love is the only rule.
We as an ego are but a God-spark,
navigating realms on an upward arc.
All domains are real, yet also dreams,
wherein each form in times merges with God,
along octaves of love, He Himself beams,
recognised by us when our heart has thawed,
revealing light of Self that has us awed.
Om is God’s gong that takes us all along,
back to heaven, which is where we belong.
Viewing body-mind as a projection,
the game is simply descent and ascent,
wherein love ensures with God connection,
for which simply following bliss mist’s scent
the light of heaven in heart makes advent.
In this maze we can never go astray,
if voice of conscience remains our mainstay.
what made her unworthy of love
was it because she couldn't live up to your ideal
that she lost her appeal?
You lived for the surreal
now too numb to feel
Tell me, what was the deal?
what made her fall from grace
was it sun spots on her face
her flannel instead of lace
her slower than youthful pace?
Was that why she lost
her pedestaled place?
Do you look at her and see
something other than beauty?
Is she flabby instead of firm
militant instead of meek
the lurid side of lovely
tell me!
what could it be?
when did she go
from pleasure treasure
to discarded at leisure
What was the measure
of your detestable displeasure?
let's me be clear:
"love is in the eye of the beholder"
Here's a tap on your shoulder
instead of a fist in your face
I won't add to the disgrace
yet your problem prevails
it's in the details:
you're beholder beholden
to your own foolish fantasy
of what your woman should be
what you can't see
is just what makes others all agree:
SHE'S A Bountiful BEAUTY!
Her body and soul
every part of the whole
exquisitely enhanced
by the years and by chance
she deserves desire's delirious dotage
not apathetic apathy
Can't you see?
maybe....
maybe you are the one
not deserving to decree
her worth, her esteem
she's gone now
go dream
scream
try to serve up a scheme
to love her up to extreme
She won't fall again!
that is true!
You see, dear
The problem, the problem
is
YOU!
Eileen Manassian
Thank you for each of my children and my wonderful wife.
Thank you for their mothers through whom you gave life.
No matter what any of us think about You.
You honor your word and your love is so true!
I'm ashamed when I doubt that you'll come through.
But you always do and God I'm so grateful to you.
What reason would you the Creator need to lie?
Those you've created deny you before they even try.
I admit there's so much I don't know about you.
But I do know all my troubles you have got me through.
When I was in need you sent someone my way.
At just the right time with the right thing to say.
There have been sometimes while watching TV.
The person would say something that spoke directly to me.
One time I had no money to pay a large bill.
A Nurse wrote a check saying. "God told me and I will!'
Another time I was without shelter, had nowhere to go.
You flashed in my mind and the exact place you did show.
I left a car in Denver, because I had no money to pay.
The dealership threaten me with prison, then said it's ok.
"We'll write this one off and this matter is through.
I'm taken aback sir, why the Company's doing this for you!"
God, there are so many things and so many times.
That you have stepped in and it just blows my mind!
So many unexplained events, that I've seen you do.
I would have long given up Lord, had it not been for you.
You surely are there even though You I cannot see.
Every problem I've had, you have come through for me.
I wish the whole world knew just how much you really care.
To anyone that happens to read this, I say "Trust God, he's there!"
Words are bound in chains
the true creative spirit
In the ruins of the lost
pathetic struggle
Where will you stand the last night
His mercy, you overlook
See how great love is
in the spite of our mistakes
Difficult to understand
Father "in heaven"
His love is unwavering
Adam and Eve were tempted
Faith can move mountains
With holy awe, never doubt
Heaven and eternity
Walk the golden stairs,
and believe in God's promise
Love is absolute patience
Anger and hatred
We should love - by heart and soul
Out of love comes the power
The message of death
Love your brother and sister
Earth's children - let's live in peace
03/05/2019
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