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Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of of today's modern technology
To help them in their endeavours
Just their hands and their inventive minds
The results of which were astounding
I stood there in awe
It was a totally mind blowing experience
Everyone needs to take a break and look back
It makes us realize what great achievements
The human mind has always been capable of
It was a jaw dropping experience!
Brochure advertised this as the writing opportunity of your lifetime
I took out a bank loan, so I could be one of the hundred participants.
It was a fancy writing spot, gorgeous inside and out.
I was thrilled to be here. The décor was comfortable and warm.
Dinner was an eye-opener. Most had brought a writing partner.
The builk had established friends. I asked lots of questions.
They stared at me as if I had grown three more feet and antlers.
The older writers had their poetic friends and did not want more.
The young ones did not want a fifty-year-old hanging out with them.
Things went downhill from here. The seminar was not terrific.
party goers ran up and down the hallways at night, I could not sleep.
For the next hundred years I will stay at home with my paper and pens.
And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother’s keeper? ~ Genesis 4:9 (KJV)
Eve’s heart, breaking,
Because, despite her love,
Cain had left her aching,
For the one she’d borne,
Abel, her chosen son,
The one she loved,
The one who had outdone,
With the acceptable sacrifice,
A sacrifice full of light,
With sincere worship,
He gave to God above,
This gift of love, adoring.
Born a killer, her dear son,
Cain, the tiller of the soil,
The one who God would shun,
Because his gift was not from love.
When he struck Abel,
Left him, his life ended,
This story isn’t just a fable…
It is a revelation, an eye-opener.
This tale reveals jealousy’s quill,
Writing darkness into the spirit,
Reminding us to listen to goodwill,
Never allow our bitterness to win.
When Cain killed Abel, it would steal,
The beauty of a brother’s connection,
If only Cain would have chosen to kneel,
Before the Lord, His heart’s Creator!
No one ever knows for sure who they are and what they're supposed to be.
It is only by miraculous chance or coincidence a person finds their true calling.
As for the rest they struggle, through every aspect of life,
the average person fails over and over, fight after fight.
These struggles challenge our strength, time after time,
weaknesses always diminish if we ask for advice.
If the sun hides behind clouds, tomorrow it'll shine,
rain makes the grass grow greener on every side.
A person who breathes the same air as me should have the right,
to chose what's good for me or anyone else we all have our pride.
We all have a choice,
We all have a mind,
We all deserve reason,
We all reserve time.
The fact our country strides to control what you think,
decides what you watch, what you eat, and you drink.
Don't be afraid to have your own opinions,
It's them not me who's despicable for creating the minions,
~The Magic Of A Book~
(Senryu/Nonet/Whitney/Senryu)
Books are great to read
They inspire minds just to learn
Explore other worlds
Hold
Them and
Read pages
They'll bring for you
Something nice and new
You can read all you want
Books in diverse subjects are
For whatever mood you are in
So go ahead pick a book have fun
Knowledgeable
They're wonderful
Have pictures
Enchanting hearts
Read for hours
Give us wisdom
Every book is eye opener
They transform the soul
Improving all the time mind
Sit and read a book.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
May.07.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Whitney " is a poetry form or style created by Betty Ann Whitney.
The " Senryu" is a Japanese poetry form or style.
'No pain,no gain‘ Mum reminded us wryly.
'No lemon no melon' Dad quipped adding pith to the bitter- sweet maxim.
So there we stood, Sis and I, incarcerated by our own parents and ordered to repaper the entire kitchen.
Just desserts in their view for the impromptu deed which had triggered such sanctions.
I refer of course to the unfortunate episode of the tomato ketchup food fight!
The gargantuan task would easily take us till noon so my gym class would have to wait.
Anna had planned a romantic kayak along the river with her new beau Bob.
Her face flushed redder and redder with florid frustration.
This was definitely not on our radar for a Saturday morning's entertainment!
Mum and Dad rubbed more salt into the wound:
‘Try your level best to do a good job of it you two. We’re heading off to the beach’ for a picnic.
It was exhausting but good strong tea was our hourly reviver and Abba playing in the background provided an acoustic pick-me-up; Mamma Mia, what a morning!
’Tattarrattat. Somebody was at the front door.
‘Just called by to see if I could help out‘ said Bob: What a hero!
The whole episode was a real eye opener for us and we learnt a new
life tenet that day that ‘As you make your bed, so you must lie on it!’
03/10/18
‘Palindromes contest’ Sponsored by: Joseph May
( I have used two phrasal palindromes : 'no lemon no melon' and ''my gym')
I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what I need,
discard the unlikely,
the unnecessary accessory.
I pack the backpack
shoulder it,
adjust the straps
remember to add a useful thing,
unpack and repack,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once again
add another small but
just maybe item
to the survival kit in the backpack
which I have just repacked.
I open the backpack
unpack just enough
to add to the survival kit.
I forgot to pack rope,
It’s a must-have necessity.
I pack the rope.
This is a metaphor poem,
possibly a cautionary tale,
or an instructional manual.
I remember just in time
that I have left the instruction manuals
for the battery operated can opener,
the outdoor fire lighter,
the camping stove,
and a sharpening tool
on a small folding chair.
I gather the manuals up,
pack them,
try to pack the small folding chair,
decide I will have to carry it separately.
The backpack is back over my shoulder,
above that a rolled up pup tent.
The camping chair is in my left hand,
in my right hand a sturdy hiking stick.
Climbing boots and cleats affixed.
I go to the door to leave.
I can’t open the door
too much gear to go through
I may have to squeeze out sideways,
but now I can’t turn the door handle or lock,
too much in my hands.
I will have to unpack.
Turns out
metaphors are a heavy lift.
The Magic Of A Book~
(Senryu/Nonet/Whitney/Senryu)
Books are great to read
They inspire minds just to learn
Explore other worlds
Hold
Them and
Read pages
They'll bring for you
Something nice and new
You can read all you want
Books in diverse subjects are
For whatever mood you are in
So go ahead pick a book have fun
Knowledgeable
They're wonderful
Have pictures
Enchanting hearts
Read for hours
Give us wisdom
Every book is eye opener
They transform the soul
Improving all the time mind
Sit and read a book
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February.07.2015
Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense
truth is security lies as they are blind rats
to home truths and openly sources spill the beans
A fish out of water plops
Spiraling circles around what they say within government
gasping full of rubbish reeks in order to control media
Everyone right to the top brass with twisted agendas
is brainwashing people in utter garbage driven by their thirty pieces
dressed in their cheap perfumed words stink to the high heavens
When they come to the gates of two truths all seeing
then they will see the deceiver kneel
before the master creator of us all
ACADEMIC YEAR
Another year has come!
It’s the year
buckle your shoes,
to sharpen down your pencil
make ready
your eraser to neatly
clean every past mistake
of your stakes
So as to bring out
your beautiful crayons
to wipe out
the ugly painting
on the canvas
and repaint.
the mistakes
of the stakes in the past
is but an eye opener
to the waste of today
and future.
Another year has come!
Another year has come
get rid
of every dirty slate of slumbers
eat up every lateness to greatness
excrete the attitude of punctuality
wear a vest of cheerful appearance
holding your baton
of the race with a grip
to pass it on
with good moral values
to the next generation.