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I like me better, when......
When I accept myself, fully as a poet.
Not hunting madly on my sparse comments shelf to know it.
I am a way older, lady than most of you.
You are young enough, to be my children, too.
I feel my great ideas are from the an outstanding, wildXXX past.
Now, I am slow as a turtle, so please understand, I cannot
comment to as many as I would like to, fast!
Typos are my specialty!I am not perfect.
Soup mail me these funky errors, please?
Do not embarass me or anyone in public post.
My vision worsened over 2 years here plus.
But not ready for the Retired Poets Bus,
Tom Cunnigham..forever telling me to go to bed))))
I have written so much poetry, I lost my head.
No, not one or two liners!
Will keep penning till God takes me home
To live in His golden poets palace, never more to roam.
Love, Pangie
À propos preponderent passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...
While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand nineteen,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring scrivener
only now I became keen,
which theoretical, rhetorical,
philosophical... predicament
may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but merely thought provoking
puzzlement addresses following quandary
stuck within gray matter of pate
impossible mission to differentiate
jagged fine line between
passion and obsession
case in point strong
affinity to write of late,
cuz yours truly susceptible
toward compulsion that doth not abate,
and mind boggling to wed healthy
love of language analogous as mate
nsync with psychological trait,
viz excessive compulsion
diagnosed years gone
by courtesy professional
mental health specialists, did annotate,
and I admit behavior impossible to satiate,
thus generating aforementioned query
how does one (me) segregate
productive interest versus excessive,
née fanatical all consuming - I narrate
oft times burning midnight oil
(albeit figurative alluded
to mister Arson Wells) witness
as logophile doth painstakingly toil
bajillion cerebral threads to uncoil,
whereby utilizing figurative tweezers
uprooting, untangling rhyme I embroil
(even using Scooby Doo conditioner)
metaphorically beneath mine royal
hirsute (Scottish) matted topsoil
ultimately bringing in top gun
uncannily resembling gargoyle
shape shifting between pop eye
at lightspeed as if
greased with olive oyl
so watch out Bluto,
get ready for turmoil!
When young, I drooled over muscular soccer thighs.
I did not a rip about deep blue skies!
I even dated a super FIFA star!
To me, he was a bronzed, god-like,and from Mars.
I’d give up penning boring rhymes.
To once again see those thighs and deeply, sigh!
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Written whilst watching the UEFA_Euro Tournamant
UK vs Italy ....7/11/2021.... Sorry, UK lost!!
~Soccer Thighs reference~
Helmut Rahn is the player referred to!
He played Forward for West Germany.
In FIFA records, Helmut is number 8
after scoring 10 goals in one game.
7/13/20/1
~2~
We've met again,...smile in hearts,
Before I resume to page you with what I have,
I welcome you to my desk,
Grace has brought you far to this late lap of expandable life race,
Where are we going to?
The map is missing,
And will you mind being the next captain of this ship?
Taking speculation from this perspective,
I guess the sailing will end with expectations,
Multiple of waves come towards our direction,
It's very frightful,
Hug me firmly,and I will seek for safety,
Day break on an island,
Will it be fine indeed?
Why this question?
"Hurricanes,Tsunamis and its kind have made the journey more hopeless with panic",
Watching the sun,there's a brightening face saying,
"Follow the directions I'm giving you,work with diligence and relax for the rightful moment,...the destination is closer than you think",
Pirates of centuries,...Hunters of years,
Penning down records of those past generations,
Inspirations are dugout,
The passengers number is too much,
Noah's arch carried only seven persons,
You're here,...I'm here together with him or her,
Feel the presence of a spirit around the ship?
Rectification to the star,we're coming close to a coconut tree,
Coins filled in a barrel,
Call me the rich man on sea
Wanted to buy your integrity,
Suddenly,you've taken my birth right,
Lead us;the time is clapping for success,
You're the Psychologist speaking of our existence,
I'm the man who is theologically analysing our existence;
But we shouldn't fright for the same old story,
Look at the moon,it's now full,
I believe we're saved,
And of course,they are secured,
Some have stepped out of the ship,
We're still in here,
Crying everyday for my love one's makes me feel alone,
"Where are they",I seek always their whereabouts,
Escort me to the kingdom of death,
Take the bold step towards it's ruler,
Life is our prime pennant,and we won't swap it,
Soon we'll be lost under the equator,
Tomorrow is engaging today with pain and sweetness,
Wait,for I will serve everyone according to his or her goals,
Much wisdom,less talk;spoken with confidence,
This is your man,"THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE DAYS".
Form:
~Weaving Dreams~
( Free Verse)
Mind have countless dreams illusions
Flowing bubbles glowing in mid-air
Radiant sunrises sunsets pretty pictures
Sometimes growing burning in the sun
Pillars of great strength raising
High seemly all the way into the sky
Lovable and gentle sweet creatures
Spreading their love and true devotion
Black yellows greens blues and purple pinks
Passing glassy ships filled of inconceivable dreams
In a spinning wheel orbiting weaving on the time
Penning words overflowing thoughts with volumes of my mind.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January,07,2015
Anniversaries are peculiar things
our memories are brought to task
rolling back over the years
makes you take off your mask
But seriously Francine's a great gal
a great encourager indeed to us all
does inspires us to greater heights
lifts us up always when we fall
Amazing to think it's been that long
having her pension and all that!
one thinks it was far longer
not thinking that was her stat
That profile pic on her page
really encouraging always to look
see them all smiling as family
question is which one's the cook?
Well have great happy anniversary
Francine don't let ink go dry
keep penning such wonderful gems
we love you even make us cry!
(writing for a friends anniversary of writing poetry recently)
At first we assumed everyone feels just the way we do
Being the light of Self in singularity present here in duality
Bilocating breath by breath between form and formlessness
Mind empty of concepts, heart detached and presence vibrant
Moment to moment, all moments entwined in the continuum
Embracing and releasing each life touch with nonchalance
Attention transfixed in the play of bliss magnetism within
Over time we realised souls surrounding us were asleep
Which is to say, their consciousness was rooted in the ego
Causing them to be enslaved by cravings pertaining to form
Insentient to living light of God aflame in the cave of the heart
Little wonder, we found it was difficult for us to communicate
For we spoke the language of tender love and gentleness
Whilst they were oriented toward lust and domination
No, it was clear that we did not fit in here, in this zoo
No judgments but it was clearly a vibrational mismatch
Inundated by the cacophonous din of conditioned beliefs
We took shelter in the ever present flow of Holy Spirit within
Alone whilst surrounded by unconscious minds all around
Choosing a pseudonym and penning our soul’s emote
Of the dance of polarities orbiting love in the void
I am inspired by the young people,
Making a difference in the world,
Still being led by stardust—
Magical moments of “I do,”
Having faith in humanity,
Hearing the sound of a newborn’s cry.
I am inspired by the old,
Their long tapestry of life
Followed like a map—
Twists and turns,
No mountains too high to climb.
I am inspired by the strength of carrying on,
In spite of a loss so profound,
Reaching for the stars in the darkness of life,
Praying that everyone has a soft place to fall
When the roads of life bring them down.
I am inspired by those lifting their voices in song,
Or penning prose that speaks to the soul.
Be my brother’s keeper;
Turn the other cheek.
I am still deeply inspired by the beauty of a lost world.
Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her
heart, so aquamarine velvet.
Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic,
tsunamic romances.
On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her
chiseled,moonbeam face,
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.
Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse,
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!
But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly
insatiable, heart’s-door!
Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!
6/4/2024
1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by.
I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie.
Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me glad.
I wrote a poem or two about the feeling of finally letting go of the best of me—you. My bad.
2. Mom drew the curtains today, I need some vitamin D.
She shut them back when she walked out, watching you ski.
My heart,
it beats,
When you're far and stops when you're near.
3. I thought I would have forgotten about your laugh, silly and cute.
Your eyes were ordinary but canvas worthy. Bullets of memories it shoots.
Your hands were soft as daisies, pretty as lilies. You'd stare at me as if I were a movie. Oh my.
Waves through my hair and entangle with mine under the moonlit sky.
4. I tried hard not to sound cheesy when I say you are my loophole, a bad habit,
A complete *****,
Force of nature, like the earth round its orbit,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
5. On a cloudy fall sky, I sat down in our favorite trees, penning down my thoughts.
Ink dries ahead of every word. Would you think I were cool if you saw me now?
Like a green leaf in a rainforest, a canvas stuck in a gallery, did I run out of slots?
Or am I like the river we bathe in when we were young, long gone and replaced. Do I still have a shot?
6. With you?
All through?
7. If not, let me go. I've got other dramas to star in. I won't be a second lead to none.
Can I
Go away, leave me alone in the cold dark forest, barefooted while she warms your sheets.
Hold me, let go, shunned.
8. Is she your forever?
Your seahorse?
Dancing to your favorite tune?
When I only need the source?
9. Your heart,
It beats,
Thump, thump, thump.
It's all for me, she feels.
10. About the poems I lied
Over a hundred, for each I cried
Thump thump thump
It beats
For you