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Different friends know a different me.
For I am not the same with Margaret as I am with Lee.
I cannot be the same, and neither can they.
We have history, each making our story in a different way.
If you have a forever friend, you know what I mean.
You can pick up the phone and twenty years of silence goes away.
Your reactions, shared stories, memories, and laughter together is unique.
A different relationship with each friend.
Each friendship is sacred, living on her own planet.
Resting where others cannot go, a place you cannot begin to explain.
A planet reserved for two, held together by the
uniqueness you find in each other.
When I get my friends together we have a pleasant time,
But our hidden stories are not on the table. Our unique relationships
Are not touched on. Our hidden planet lives are safe.
Unique only to me and one other.
Whether it be me and Susan or me and Elise, uniquely ours.
A story all of our own. That cannot be explained.
A planet where no one else is invited.
Uniquely our own.
Different friends, different me.
Different me with different friends.
I have known him for years
But have I truly known
Or do I just know
What I think is right
He smiles, he is a thinker
But what about his quirks, his hates,
His likes, his dislikes
I know none of them
So do I know him
Is what I wonder a lot
The more I think
The more I fall deeper
Into thought of illusion and confusion of who I like
My love or me being in love.
we selfish being
Can never truly know other person
Because that would mean putting ourselves away form Spotlight for once
Can we do that
Can we
I don't think so
Are we that self consumed with ourselves
That we cannot even try to spare glance
At the existence of the real person outside
Our perception of that person
I ask when we say I love him
Do I see him or
Merely the reflection of our ideal self
And the version that could never exist
This make me doubt
Do we truly understand the beautiful complexity what love is
Love is not just some ideal love
From our movies or series
But it includes raw emotions
Ugly fights, horrible parts of each other
We never knew existed
So, am I mature enough
To accept that kind of love
Or just a fickle version of love
That requires only what I see
Not the person beneath that layers of masks.
~Once Upon A Time Snow White~
(Narrative / Rhyme poem)
Once upon a time
In a far away land
There was a very beautiful princess,called Snow White
And she lived in a very big castle so grand
Her father had always loved her so dear
But her step-mother was really a very bad witch,
Snow White's beauty she couldn't at all bear
And from the first moment she wanted her dead quick, the witch
Every day asked her magic mirror upon the wall
Who's today, the fairest of us all?
"Snow White is," the mirror always replied to her call,
And the wicked Queen got so mad, she started to bawl
So the evil witch decided to get rid of Snow White,
But the Princess luckily, escaped with her life
And deep into the forest she ran, filled of fright,
Trying to hide from the witch and save her own life
She came upon a little house in the woods
And there lived seven, seven funny, hard working Dwarfs,
They liked her and asked her to stay and made her feel so good,
She was so happy, and took very good care of them the Dwarfs
Till one day again the evil Queen
Asked the magic mirror upon the wall,
Who's today, the fairest of us all?
Snow White still is, the Queen got so mad, she turned herself so ugly and mean
And she found out where Snow White had been hiding
And she took to her a very red, delicious, but poisonous apple to bite,
Snow White not knowing this sank into the apple a bite,
To the witch's greatest and excited delight
Snow White just dropped like dead on the ground,
The evil Queen had cast her a most powerful spell
But no, Snow White wasn't dead, but she was only awaiting asleep,
Till her Prince came along and with a Love Kiss broke for her that evil spell.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
December.08.2015
Things that make me happy
bring a smile or tears of joy
they have no monetary value
sweet gifts for every girl and boy
So take off all those blinkers
Let the light shine in
Put away your screen today
And you’ll see what I mean
To see a spider spin a web
a bee sip nectar for his queen
a fledging taking his first flight
mother moon on the clearest night
To hear a blackbird sing his song
for he will sing it all day long
the sea her tides they come and go
relax and watch her ebb and flow
The morning sky the sun arising
with hues that take your breath away
And as she sets ~ a picture painted
Each night each day a different way
The joy I get to see the moon
her crescent exquisite
her fullness divine
she fills up my heart
she clears out my mind
What joy to see a sky full of stars
With Jupiter ~ Venus ~ Saturn and Mars
So open your eyes
as you gaze to the sky
You may even see
ISS passing by
Open your mind ~ let your soul soar
In this wonderful world there is oh so much more…
Written 9th July 2020
Contest Strand Completely New (7)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Just because you don’t understand the question
doesn’t mean you don’t have
an answer
why does it seem that those with all the answers
are intimidated by
the questions
My grandson once asked me if we were lost
I told him men don’t get lost
We go on adventures
Someone told me they were offended by an emoji
I told them to go pee on a statue
Talking to an AI customer service “person” is like taking a test where they give you all the answers but you have to guess what the questions are
The AI robot at the super market got canned
She wanted to start a union
i can’t tell if you mean the room
or the way a word unthreads the room —
whether the air thinned by speech
or by the long slow leaving of light.
i don’t know which eyes are lost,
whose mirror you mistook for glass,
only that something keeps returning
and naming itself a home.
maybe it’s a map folded the wrong way,
maybe a door that will not shut;
i am unsure of the furnace or the fault,
but certain the house will stand.
there is mercy in not knowing:
it lets the sound keep moving,
lets the breath find room to bend.
if you must rest where you’ve made your fire,
rest with this — it is allowed.
Blinded by the light
Riding my bike in the middle of the night
Pity my plight
I ran over the foot of a runner in the night
I admitted my flaw, but then we both saw
a UFO with 2 diplomats
the runner he said "oy"
And in a ploy to annoy
A tractor beam pulled my bike and our hats.
They said "we come from a planet, our queen's name is Janet
and she's taken a fancy to you
It's quite an honor, we all fawn upon her
She'll add you to the national zoo!"
I said "are you crazy
My future may be hazy
But I don't want to be in a cage
Sorry to upset you and sorry that I met you
But I hope you turn the page"
They said to reconsider, not to be bitter
At the fate in store for me
On this earth life is worse, seems like it's got a curse
Any sane species would agree.
I asked to bring my sister, because I'd really miss her
And 500 video games I had found.
They said, "that's fine, just sign the dotted line."
And they lifted me off of the ground
Revved up like a disco in Woke San Francisco
A tractor beam is a thrill-seeker dream
Then I felt dread, because they said
I'd be injected in a scientist scheme.
Suddenly I came too on Willow Avenue
and realized I'd fallen off my bike
I saw stars in my head, wanted to go to bed
Must have looked quite a sight
Then there came a cop car and it gave me quite a jar
and the runner was in a bad mood
I said I didn't mean it, I just hadn't seen it
But the guy had attitude
He drew back his fist, and I thought he had missed
but I was:
Blinded by the light....
From generation to generation
Times have changed so much
By leaps and bounds
Back when technology did not exist
I grew up in a family of 13 kids
Survival was the game of life
Working hard day and night
Trying to make a better life
Nothing was easy
You just did your best
And hoped to reap some reward
Since I tried to live my life
Like an open book
I thought you’d understand
I helped raise six hungry kids
Fed them, sent them to school
And gave them their wings
Six impressionable little minds
Had I known my words would mean so much
All I knew was you needed to be tough
To be ready to face life
So I taught you what I learned
Convinced all you needed were the basics
And you would find your way
I didn’t think I’d be doing you any favours
By painting rosy pictures and
I wouldn’t have known how
My models were two hard working parents
Whose fulltime job was to feed and clothe 13 kids
Barely making ends meet
No time for dreams, barely time for sleep
Too exhausted to even keep up
With the treadmill of daily living
Like baby birds I sent you off from the nest
To stretch your new wings and fly on your own
Find your way and do better than me if you could
I didn’t think I was remiss I gave it my all
Careful not to lose myself in the process
Teeter tottering to maintain balance
Keeping that all important flame alive within
So one day I could be free again to be me
I wish I had told you more often
That I love you and I’m proud of you
I thought my actions would speak louder than words
We each have our journey to live and learn from
I am watching over you from above
Better late than never
I want to tell you today that I love you
And I hope you have a fulfilling life
Until we meet again
Dad xx
version published in photo/poetry book ~UNCONDITIONAL LOVE LETTER TO MY CHILDREN~ 2020 / photos by TIMOTHY McGUIRE
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021
PS featured in 2025
1/ FOR GRACIE
your grace so sensitive
other’s pain penetrates
so intense the hurt -you burn
there’s acid in your tears
one more pin hole in your heart
2/ how do we endure the monster
the monster
the monster -resides
the white house
unwanted -uninvited
and you gracie
erace
a thousand hims
he
the blatant error
you
the corrective balance
and you should know
it is you
mends our ailing world
3/ weak men are too heavy
for the planet to carry
covered in grime too filthy
for the oceans to cleanse
his eyes plastered he sees
nothing
and when it comes to light
even the blind feel its touch
but you gracie
you’re more special than that
4/ you’re the flame that lights the sun
the tender touch soothes the moon
even more -the eyes -color skies blue
and when you cry
i feel your tender tears
because that’s what you are tender
too tender for a world
paved hot with hate
5/ and gracie my heart leaks
and gracie i want to hand you
words -holds your heart steady
you mean more to Earth
all it holds in bouquets
of miraculous paintings
the kind evil folk will never sense
it’s you gracie that center gem
she holds
like me the world recognizes
6/recognizes you’re
a natural resource
drapes the world
in its ultimate beauty
and who you are
is exactly that
the ultimate beauty
displays the hope
we are better than we think
better because gracie -you’re here
“I’m sorry,” she whispered
“Didn’t mean to slap your face.”
His cheek stung, voice quivered
“How did I get to this place?”
She twisted his emotions until
he believed every word she said
and made him forget she came
from the house of the dead
Her mother was born an evil witch
turned her father into a ghost
This girl was a phantom
serving the devil as a host
She’d tricked many men before him
by crushing their heart and soul
Using dark magic to conform them
until she gained control
Friend’s prayed “cast her out”
too many times to mention
He was saved from this specter
by Divine Intervention
02/24/2021
Written for Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward