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As a child, I learned that life is cruel
And justice is blind
My loving family filled with secrets and care
All I ever wanted
A love to call my own
A place to be unafraid of my surroundings
Why am I ever denied
Leaving scars on my heart
All I ever needed was a love that is real
To never feel alone and disregarded
All I ever wanted was my time on the moonlit path of romance
To feel loved and safe
But I was held to a standard around my elders
Hope that they would change their ideas
So my hope was twisted and rooted to fear
I hide myself, who I am,
All I ever wanted acceptance and love
So keep hidden my secret designs my plots a face worn
I watch on the outside as others delight in the pleasures and joys of love
Days turn to hours and hours to years
When they solve the mysteries once beheld by misguided eyes
And all truths are spoken confessions boldly told
Then can I finally come home
Alas I fear, we part again.
Time won’t still, for you my friend.
Tender thoughts, refuse to help.
Scars we bare, in dreams are felt.
Time does pass, how long or when?
To meet, to see, to hold you then.
Distance is a hateful fact.
Cruel enough, to force this act.
But do not weep, for when I leave,
Our next encounter bittersweet.
Lonely feelings hold no use,
Cast aside its awful truths.
To miss, to grieve, your company pass.
Clog’s the soul, a dirty task.
Happy hope our best disguise,
Relinquish when I next arrive.
I’ll seek you out, unconscious mind.
Hold you there, a treasured find.
My biggest demon, shows no care,
Your absence long, I have to bear.
Hunger deepens, Starts to gnaw.
Forbidden touch, wanting more…
The holes you leave, your presence gone,
Kills emotions one by one.
Come to me, remove this loss,
Misguided will, to big a cost.
It dissipates in single touch,
Kiss me now, it hurts too much.
The darkness thick, it’s moving in…
It seeps down deep, on frosty skin.
Time is lost, no measure left.
Come to me in my bereft.
Sleepy movements, tough to see,
Next one leaves, an arm on me.
Mewling noises, I am robbed,
Rouse me into wakeful sob’s.
Strong arms grip, their hold is tight.
Sheltered from my sudden plight.
Lover’s whispers, soothing touch.
Understanding starts to rush…
Never had, you left my side,
But in slumber, soul still cries.
My love for you, is so intense,
My mind revolts and looses sense.
I fear it will, forever more.
Imbedded deep, my centre core.
Cope I can, in times like these,
If when I wake, it’s you it sees.
Form:
The days when the news show a ten year old walking
for miles in the sun with a pot on her head,
or rows of sad mothers,where nobody's talking
as one sits in a corner and cradles her dead.
These are the days when I check my loose money,
and though there's so little, I'm a Millionaire,
a loaf and some butter, my day is more sunny
than those in the shade with no food over there.
The days when I hear of an active volcano
fumes lethal to breathe, burning ash raining down,
what Dante's inferno is like only they know
as hot lava consumes every village and town.
These are the days when the things that need tending,
the grass may need cutting or branches, too long
are not all that important, far off lives are ending,
no flowers there blossom, no distant birdsong.
The days when we stand for a two minute silence
for those people whose lives were snuffed out on our streets
by misguided extremists whose language of violence
is snuffed out by the love of those they can't defeat.
These are the days when I kneel, speak and listen
to he who is waiting to answer my call
and though bottom lip trembles and eyes start to glisten
by my faith I know this world can get through it all.
For contest 'These are the days', sponsor Daniel Turner
June 5th 2018
The weeping willow tosses in the wind
its seeds fall in a haphazard way,
landing in all nooks and crannies.
Sprouting buds break the earth
in no particular order for this birth.
A tree begins to grow
and a connection is made with another.
The two trees intertwine both limbs and roots,
bringing a union of a sort.
They are coupled in all ways
sharing rain drops and sunshine
as they hover over one another.
Then their growth takes a different path,
branches straight across twisted ones,
roots running shallow over deeper ones,
sun and rain that no longer feed.
The entangled inseparableness that gave them such strength,
now at its core would only bring angst.
The binding bond that had been their crucial crest,
now symbolic of a misguided quest.
To tear apart their growth together,
may seem damaging forever.
But without this desperate separation,
leaves and flowers will have trouble creating.
My heart is in one world, yours is in another,
yet truth says that you are my brother.
We were both born perfect children of God,
but you were wrapped in hate and told that was your job.
I was given freedom, love and the right to dream.
You were fed ignorance, evil and encouraged to scheme.
I cannot hate you, my brother so lost,
nor can I tolerate the suffering you caused.
In misguided flight, your hate filled the sky.
Seeking to dim America’s light, you caused many to die.
Know that we do bleed, but, no, you did not succeed.
Through ashes and chaos, we discover the best in us,
and prayer of prayer, hope of hope,
this is what you caused to grow –
this is what the world will know.
~Trials And Pain~
(Rhyme)
Some folks may choose death over life
In all the midst of their strife
But I've always chosen heartedly
Life because I believe guardedly
That what really define us in the end
Is the choices that we make my friend
Who we choose when we have to face any
Adversity or what we may see as a tragedy.
Who we choose to be and how we react to it
Is what mold us and shapes us every bit
How we respond to each trial and suffering
Is of the utmost importance of our living.
Let's not be dictated against our judgement or stir away
From our goals by other peoples opinions, or events, yea.
Master-minded by life or executed by the ravishes time,
Both which may show us no compassion at all under any clime.
Let's not be mislead or wrongly misguided every day
To act in a rash manner when unfortunate deeds are at play
For our emotions we must master, and not in any way or time be
Controlled by them, for as we know emotions come and flee
So many in our hearts we breed them and often from the world conceal
They may come and go as freely as they please and we may feel.
Our thoughts breath them with life, and shape them in many forms each day.
There's always room for improvement as they are in the sky all the stars,
But you should learn, accept and like yourself, the person that you are.
Love life and embrace it,love yourself every single day to,
Be kind but strong, remember,that in Gods perfect image you were created too,
Trials and pain can break us or help us grow positivity all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
Scarlet dreams burn through my thoughts
Whispering soft sensations of compassion
Soothing my heart with feelings of hope
Coloring my ideas with hues of inspiration
Belief in the moments filled with gentle
Appreciation for all that God has given me
Azure breathes of truth that promises to
Sigh through my memories to complete
Prayers that I’ve been praying throughout
History, intimately, intently, endlessly
With a sense of assurance that all will be
Blessed by the One who is eternally with me
Emerald seas purify my heart’s embrace,
Caressing me with pledges of sure faith
Vowing to bring me wisdom and strength
Securing the genuine aspiration that lives
And flows from my veins, bleeding heartfelt
Reveries of lasting feelings that feed grace
Amber sunsets brighten the dusk skies
Capturing melancholy on winds of insight
Shading the moon with flavors of life’s joy
Imagining devotions that will always provide
A sense of purpose and fidelity to the heart
Wise sparks that fire gratitude’s warmth
Lilac laces its way through the stars and moon
Quivering with delight, precious charms inside
Which move through the naked skin to entice
Gentle pleasures within, waves of confidence
Flowing through the layers of silky vibrations
Entwined with a dance of praise to the Deity
Gold gladdens the weary heart with music
Notes imprisoned in the breath of nightfall
Living on the edge of tomorrow and misting
The mountain ridges with sweetest pleasures
Silence beckoning throughout the murmuring
Sound of a melody satisfying the hungry spirit
Silvery threads of brilliant light blushing with
Clouds of mystery which intends to plead innocent
To the charges of worry that have gripped the soul
With endless pain and sorrow, misguided doubts
That leave the mind looking for the answers
Praying for the second chances God grants us
Clear, flawless rumors of angels watching over
The one who fears or regrets the past mistakes
Keeping the gospel within reach of the one who
Knows the answers are there in the prayers that
Speak to the Creator with worship and praise
Adoration that honors the One who formed us, the clay!
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (24) ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Brian Strand
August 18, 2020
They wanted the best for their children,
hovering through the toddler years,
giving them what they wanted,
giving more to avoid any tears.
When their kids became teens, they wanted fame,
building an image for their now empty life,
devoid of moral direction and sense of duty,
leading to personal crises and strife.
The university published standards,
too high so they decided to cheat.
They paid a fixer to get their child in,
using money as a bribe to be discreet.
But the scam was discovered, made public
and the greedy parents, now distressed,
listened to lawyers and admitted wrongdoing
and standing before cameras, adroitly confessed.
I'm sad for the children of these parents,
underachievers and misguided, for sure.
Unprepared for an independent future,
with no inner peace and morally immature.
A HOUSE DIVIDED
What right do you have to tell someone
Else how to use their bodies like they should
You don’t run their life and they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision, to do as they should
Just because you hold up a book
Written so long ago you believe
the words of ancient hate…
you still have not the right
to tell me how to think
How out to date, out of context,
used without understanding
A text you can’t comprehend
only misread, misrepresented
A book you claim appoints you to say
This is what you should do
and this what you should believe
A false narrative in the ugliest
of thoughts, deeds
How misguided, how blind,
now corrupt and so naive
This is not that, not all the words
were meant to be used as you see
If you are not meant say, then don’t,
it will set you free,
It is your hypocrisy, your disease
To love and to be love,
as that is the New Covenant
Not the blasphemy of this
the current government
What gives you
the right to tell someone
Else what to do
Yes, life is precious
Life is glorious
A Secret, none are
born Holy N Perfected
But this is the
real world, the world
Of life in flesh and blood
not archaic stories
Or bullet points to approve
a false Armageddon
This is the real world,
keep your high thoughts to yourself
Let a man or woman,
be a person who decides what they should be
All by themself, if they are ready
to reap the rewards or oblivion
Let them decide with love and caring
from those around them
To make the correct decision
Do not judge
Or yet ye be judged
Mistakes are made
We’re all human
We know it is up to that person to define
What they need to do
Or which way to go
If you want to do the thing that is right
Support them with all your might
They may be inspired
by what you feel is correct
Done in their best interest
to give them
All there is. ...is respect
What right do you have
to tell someone
Else how to use their
bodies like they should
You don’t run their life
they not yours
How they meet their mistakes
Is their own decision,
to do as they should
Only they alone will stand in judgment…
Someday!
In a land where shadows linger long,
A tale unfolds of a people's song.
Apartheid's chains, a cruel embrace,
Enslaved hearts in a divided space.
Kindred souls, with no love for gold,
Living lives where stories are told.
No ego's sway, no material desire,
Yet, history unfolds, a somber fire.
Through years of colonization's hand,
A web woven tight across the land.
Black against black, a twisted game,
Materialism's rise, igniting the flame.
Brothers turned enemies, sisters in strife,
A discord sown in the fabric of life.
Marriages crumble, love replaced,
By a hunger for wealth, an insatiable taste.
Men with men, for coin's allure,
Sisters sell bodies, hearts impure.
Fathers oppressed, bearing the weight,
Of a legacy forged in a bitter fate.
Mothers, once pillars, now torn between,
Feminist fervor, a tumult unseen.
Destroying man, a misguided quest,
As unity crumbles, a nation oppressed.
In the chaos, a stark divide,
White families thrive, with values beside.
Raising children free from trauma's stain,
While others suffer from history's pain.
Land ownership a tale of despair,
As the majority's share becomes rare.
Charges for power, land, and more,
A cruel toll on a people's core.
Nelson Mandela, once hailed with cheer,
Now accused, a clone, a double near.
ANC's leaders, bellies filled with greed,
Stealing from those with the greatest need.
A nation weeps, in sorrow and woe,
As the coming generation begins to sow,
Seeds of despair, young lives entwined,
In a web of darkness, seeking to find.
Awakening sought in the depths of despair,
A plea for help, a nation's prayer.
To break the chains and rise above,
Reclaiming a heritage, a legacy of love.