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“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
Imagine the protagonist
in your messianic adult
ego-story of therapeutic development
is a Father,
And your antagonist
is FeMale Othered,
more second class
poor in Enlightened Spirit
for commercial grade empowerment
Left behind by win/lose competitive
thus self-defensive
power hoarding monotheism
with AnthroPrivileged face
and exclusive sacred grace.
Now,
reverse imagine
to remember your protagonist
warm, wet-wombed empowering
by nurturing Mother,
And your antagonist,
a self-defensive Othering
Father Narcissist.
Notice how our internal Protagonist expectations
images
memories
hopes and fears
ambitions and careers
significantly change
between expected Male v Female overpowers
mono-egotistic
to dominate personal
and political
and economic
and LeftBrain dominant
educated capitalist enlightenment.
Now,
also notice,
if we dare,
our internal Antagonist concerns
and Othering win/lose issues,
including self-protective sensory tissues,
balancing in-between
respected Female/Male cooperative
win/win transcendent cooperative powers
TranSubstantiating indigenous wisdom
of co-invested supreme secularized Yang
and sacred serene Yintegral
co-empowering Protagonists
Expounding
and mentoring
ecofeminist green therapy
far beyond mere StraightWhite NonPolitically InCorrect
nor sacred PanEntheistically True
Trusted
CoEmpathic Red and Blue
Cooperative Green-Capitalized Transcendentalists
mindful
That all EarthTribe organic residents
came from some sacred place
Matriarchal.
~Hear The Call~
(Free Flow Verse Style )
Dreams of doom fills me quick,
Overshadows my whole being
And thoughts as dark come to be,
With impending doom I can hardly see
I feel so tired, weary
All of sudden feel heavier on my feet...
Nothing to hold me, I can't take another step,
His evil presence blinds my way
I'm falling into a darker endless hole,
And a fear like none other raises over me,
Where undead horrifying faces my heart grips...
He overpowers me and his dark riders creeped on me
The precious he wants from me at all cost
And the ring bids me now , strongly, to do his master's will!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
June.29.2016
Authors notes:
-From Frodo's point of view at the Prancing Pony Inn. Frodo's about to slip into darkness...
-From my extensive poetry collection, inspired by the LOTR trilogy and the Hobbit books and all the movies and books by J. R. R. Tolkien-
Solitude, the lonely word most people like to sidestep around. ~ quote by poet
I love the solitude that silences my doubts,
The solitude that blends with silence, like a song,
Breathing wonder into each thought,
Whispering light into each verse,
Gentling the nights with tenderness and hope.
I love the solitude that warms my spirit,
The solitude that lifts the darkness and prepares me,
For the trembling laughter of a happy ending,
Reflecting all that is honest, all that is beautiful,
All the joy that stirs up the poetry within my dreams.
I love the solitude that says to me… believe.
Believe in the colors God is painting on your heart,
Believe in the grace God is pouring on your soul,
Believe in the light God breaths into your nights,
Believe in the joy God brings to the story of your life.
I love the solitude that is soundless and defeats…
Every fear, each anxiety –
The solitude that brings hearts a moment of solace,
Deafening the noise of the cold, heartless world,
Erasing the darkness that overpowers all that I know.
I love the solitude that started with a blank canvas,
Added softest rose and pristine lilacs,
Peaceful cerulean and milky pearls, like gestures
Of light drenched in heaven’s mosaic of beautiful,
Signs of wonder blazing through the heart and soul.
Solitude, often feared by the hearts who shake,
At the revelations of a spiritual incredulity,
Spirits unburdened by doubts or dictations of tradition,
Spirits who can see past the endings, into the everlasting,
Where there abides a silent joy so secret, so stealthy…
This solitude is God’s gift, His blessing, to the heart who can hear,
Beneath the seas of impassioned tears,
A glorious melody of what it means to create the art,
That starts with that blank canvas and spreads light, fighting shadows,
All over the world where life seeks to be understood,
Where God’s voice can pass through the mind’s mysteries,
Into the spirit where we can worship, the way He intended worship to be.
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the mind with trance of unreality,
obscures the course God ordains
l need to take for He designs it for me.
The radiance of the heavenly light
floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
and I emerge from the domain of conceit.
Free from the dungeon of despair,
I take the awareness journey inward.
With unfailing faith in God I get divine peace
in the inner sanctum of serene bliss.
My soul shines in the spiritual glow,
illumining the corridor of sustenance,
I travel beyond the bounds of travail,
believing the gracious benevolence of God.
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December 13, 2022
Contest : What I Believe
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
It will happen naturally to me: I will be lucky.
I'm supposed to be watching all mild night.
Multilingual worship and prayer plucky.
That seems to be harps and is a slashed sight.
We would be on obedient terms again tonight.
God overpowers us thus completely.
The sentiment inside us is still amply bright.
I'm exhausted and ready for resting, deeply.
And why are our lips so hesitant to kiss?
I`m sure your feelings and mine are tied.
Your blood always causes my cheeks to bliss.
We're heading straight for the lewdness vied.
Holding the other close will ensure our survival.
I expect a conspicuous person's eventual arrival.
Written: August 18, 2022
A black girls stance on self love
Is one not often understood
One that take years of healing
One that understands the process of feeling
Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat
You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum
The relationship between a black girl and herself
Is one not even she can understand
Especially when it involves abuse of ones self
Especially when the world's toxicity overpowers
How can we love what we are taught to hate
How can we be ourselves when we are taught silence
How can we forgive ourselves for how we chose to survive
But was it really a choice when are hands are tied
Because who are we if we are not palatable
Trained as soldiers to be seen not heard
To comply and not deter
What is to become of a black girl who doesn't know how to love
Does she float through life like a ghost
Or does she defy a system built to break her worth
Or an empty vessel who follows
So what becomes of a black girl who doesn't know how to love
I dont know
But one things for sure
Is she loathes herself
But what if she looks in the mirror and sees a human
Despite a world telling her to be a robot
Rebooting her systems
To serve them
But what if she lives her life
What if she dares to smile
What if the rain comes
She doesn't run
What if she chooses to be present
What if she treasures the little moments
Maybe her stance on life will be different
What if a black girls self love Is something as simple as being joyous
The shadow hides many pretty things,
but light is the chaser of the ugly darkness
as the desiderable sunlight shines on
persons and Nature alike!
Don't we all have:
a great necessity to seek a light,
however dim it may be...when it is frightfully dark
and roaring thunderstorms move on?
The shadow hides many pretty things
and wouldn't do any good if everyone didn't
suspect the harmful enemy
hiding behind it; the shadow,
unlike the soothing light,
is merciless and ungiving...hindering us
from reaching tomorrow!
No,we shouldn't gaze at it timorously,
but consider it an invisible evil,
which must not grow...
yes, shadows are indistructible...
if weakness overpowers us!
In 1948 Nina Ricca released a new fragrance – L’Air du Temp which means present time. The first spicy floral fragrance. The bottle was designed by Lalique. The two intertwined doves represent peace after WWII.
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The Perfume Bottle
In the quiet of silenced cannons,
And odor of reviled salutes now impotent,
Midst plaster dust and stained souls
Of shattered windows
A flacon rises from battle torn ashes
Caressing the breath of a woman
In present time
As two doves intertwine
Above crystal swirls of sunshine
Reborn in signature scents of treaties.
Flawless guardian
For the newborn bouquet of hope,
Beneath wings of peace,
As a silhouette of scent
Overpowers the stench of gunpower
And ministers to children’s cries for bread
In a kiss from immortality
Accents of new notes for princess and pauper –
Spicy and floral –
Released like doves of peace.
Glutted left-brain information media
actively hope to understand
Why does emotional intelligence
speak to egocentric concerns
of mortality and discomforting toxic defeat,
loss and difficult win/lose everyday choices
in a calming voice for unself-conscious contentment?
What is this ZeroSoul content of contentment
to feel we are right
sentient full beings
here co-present
within eternal now relationships of compassion
affiliating on this Earth
in our co-passioning interdependent webs
of health co-operative
wealthy co-investment?
Without mortal loss,
suffering;
Without unwanted walls between us
and them.
Why does emotional unintelligence
speak too loudly
intolerantly
of Earth-UnCentered constant concerns
of inhumane immortal overpowers
and toxic LoseHealth/LoseWealth
RightWing left-brain dominant choices
in cacophonous dissonant voices
claiming no rights to contentedly prefer
healthier multicultures
of win/win emotional intelligence?