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HUGS, be they up front and personal
or on the Internet virtual
are always selfishly accepted by me,
but I'm incapable of giving back all of the HUGS that I do come to receive,
and the majority of people whom I encounter tend to take that personally,
so for all of my friends and family,
I post the following here for all eternity
publicly for all in the world to see;
HUGS, HUGS, HUGS, right back at ya, to you from me.
HUGS, HUGS, HUGS, from me to all of you for all eternity.
HUGS, HUGS, HUGS, for all of the HUGS you've all sent to me.
HUGS, HUGS, HUGS, To All Of My Most Beloved Friends And Family.
HUGS, HUGS, HUGS, Sent Most Sincerely To All Of You from SillyBilly.
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.21.2015
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
(Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944)
Years active 1923-1944
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
There is a little you inside all of us.
I shall call her Little Me
She resides way down deep
Often Hidden
Sometimes hiding
Whether Little Me ventures out
Depends on her feelings
If she trusts you
You might see a glimmer
Or a glimpse
If she feels honors
If she feels respected
If she feels revered or loved
She might stop hiding
The hidden Little Me
Might dare to show herself
But tread lightly
Do not feel hurt or sad
If Little Me cannot venture out
She might need to stay
Safe, feeling comfortable
Only when hidden
A harsh word,
An ugly glance
Might hold Little Me hostage
Forever and ever.
Hyper-vigilant, cautiously aware
of your every nuance and manner,
Little Me might never
Be fully able
To show herself to you.
Do not take her hiding personally.
Do not feel hurt or sad if she never shows herself.
She may have been hurt badly by those who
were supposed to cherish and protect her.
Show people your true self, show them as much
Reverence and love as you can.
There is nothing as humbling
or as satisfying as
Spying a glimmer
or a glance of
a usually hidden Little Me
who trusts you enough to
show herself. Tread with love.
LOVE IS... from A to Z:
Almighty force since God* is omnipotent source
Building life along grace toward triumphant course…
Compassion at work, exemplified by Lord Christ
Directed for man’s redemption, heavenly priced…
Earnest care for others, setting aside own need
Fulfilling the biblical altruism creed…
Goodness of welfare motive, goodwill prevailing
Hoisting hope against helplessness assailing…
Inspiration gearing influential impact
Jubilant feeling and joyous state with truth’s fact…
Kindness kindling our urges toward reaching-out
Liberating us from selfishness and greed’s clout…
Mercy, moving heart for ministry endeavour
Nurturing souls through counsel of wisdom savour…
Oh! Gift of the Spirit to grant with freedom choice
Personally shown over apathetic poise…
Quickening touch propping meaningful survival
Re-creating existence with blest revival…
Signature of charity, cheering self-esteem
Transforming “me first” attitude toward “we team”…
Understanding “Love thy neighbor as thyself” sense
Valuing togetherness, and each one’s presence…
Worthy treasure to cherish; more precious when shared
Xenial with thankful bliss as praise, totally bared…
Yielding lustful gain so that peace for all will reign
Zealous to do best, honouring the Lord --- love’s main.
*1John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
February 5, 2021
Abecedarian along Couplet form
1st place, "What is Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 2/8/2021.
I gave you the opportunity, I took the chance,
To open up my heart to you again,
This time I didn't hold back my words,
I even shared some things with you that no one has ever heard,
And again your ego and image means more,
You have only proven to me what I felt from before,
I'm not angry.... far from it actually,
Because I conquered my own fear of speaking to you personally,
Because your not high and mighty, your no different than me,
And it surprised me that we had more things in common than I believed,
Other than your ego....I'm going to set that aside,
Just like your doing right now to me due to your own fears inside,
But don't I deserve that freedom? Not to be scared?,
That I can be me, no matter what.. anywhere,
So no matter what you think, I was able to be me,
The chains of intimidation no longer exist.. your not a mystery,
To get out of that atmosphere was the best choice I ever made,
You studied me with intent back in the day like I was your game,
How sad is it that I reached out to you because I cared,
And all the while you made assumptions about me unaware,
Ridiculing my efforts to love you genuinely,
But isn't that what Jesus went through on his way to Calvary,
We never fight flesh and blood, but you know that,
And thank God he removed that stronghold and got that demon off my back,
Do I still love you... absolutely,
But I will never again let you do that to me,
You want love and honesty, you know where I'm at,
And even now I'll still be there, because my heart is intact,
But please let me remind you.. you cannot hide,
Because you know that I can see through it, every time,
And to have me for you is a scary thing,
Because I open your eyes and love you genuinely.
I stumbled last night and today
After a year and 8 months
It started with Chinese cooking wine
It began with the night's emptiness
Wine becomes bad days alone
Beer is weak but fills a belly
Brake all those good days tonight
It isn’t as romantic as I thought
I wanted a proper drink
Giving in to temptation awake
Not like Adam and his apple
The serpent would say finish
Knowledge’s power beckoning
Land of beer and honey
I wanted to swim in my sorrow
I wanted to throw in the dry towel
Anything but watching Netflix
A sanctioned addiction overplayed
A sleep so pure yet sanctimonious
To clink a drink with my sorrows
I wanted a lifeline for today
I remember the year without you
Seeking company in the release
But, that’s an old fantasy revisited
A neuronal spark with no fire
I still have 4 bottles left
I drink in the false morning
Like in the grand old days
Stay dry at least till decency arrives
Tempted again by iteration's hopes
Does it matter if I’m wet or dry?
I should have picked up wine instead
There's more punch in its tannins
Be grateful there’s alcohol in the fridge
Yet, whether the day remains dry or not
The hours with a drink transpire
Wet minds dry slowly as evaporation
If only to be dry as a puddle's remains
Weather the transition scientifically
Rather than take wetness personally
Hop back onto the sobering wagon
Destination health and wellness
We bought a pumpkin at the store…the prettiest one we’ve seen
while we’re in the mountains…it’s our nod to Halloween.
“Where should I put the pumpkin?" I asked, for even at pumpkin decorating I’m unfit.
“Why not ask the pumpkin.” Deborah said. “Where she would like to sit”.
“I’d like to sit on the stairway outside the front door.” She said with a big old pumpkin grin…”Where you can see me when you go out and I can greet you coming in”.
“A place I can feel the crisp, cool morning air…would be enjoyable…would be fun….
In the same spot I can watch the shadows and feel the warmth of the mid-day sun.”
“Where I can listen to the birds, see the animals, watch the trees in a light wind sway.
Where I can witness the color of the leaves change a little every day.”
“Where I can watch those same leaves fall…turning over and over again…
Where, if I am lucky, I’ll catch one every now and then.”
So that is where we placed our pumpkin…
in her personally requested space
and that is why
without a bit of carving…
our pumpkin
has a smile on her face.
And yet we are one inside/outside communion,
one ego/eco-integrity potential sanctuary
Polypathically capable of nesting
eager for re-creating
healthy commitments with family
and toward more extended communal memberships
beyond our egocentric self-limitations.
Love
experienced,
our necessary shared foundation
for co-passion growing outward,
optimistically upward,
fundamentally downward,
seminally inward,
across Earth's reveling space
and across all time past
and imagined healthy futures
for co-investing eco-souls.
Communion is who we become,
community is where I live,
while cooperatively designing
future GreenSanctuary searches
researches for all local Souls of this Judea
Zero JudeaZone
with holy/unholy River running through
Historic English
and Native American,
and multiculturally privileged/unprivileged daughters and sons
of African and Caribbean slaves
and their owners
and their past owners' allies,
economically and politically and personally experienced
with creolizing space for nutritional ego-freedom
wherever
and whenever
and however we could cooperatively
internally plant
and hope to harvest
and digest
and share living river water
and then re-digest that happily extended WinWin sharing,
caring for cooperative GreenSanctuary future investments,
investors
While reflecting
and story-telling
in more LeftBrain academic graduate communions
what we are deep learning together
about pan-sectarian sanctuary development
of good faith communions
GreenSanctuary communions
with democratically cooperative government networks
working and playing WinWin
within Mother Earth's great WinLose risky ZeroSum history
still with Win-ego/theo-nomial and Win-ecological opportunities
within each healthy moment's positive integrity potential
for GreenSanctuary positive-deviant revolutions
restoring Left with Right peace
among all nature/spirit soulful inter-relationships
Revolutions in Left-secular with Right-sacred peace
restoring all North/South interdependencies
reweaving all West/East historic ElitePatriarchal/NonEliteMatriarchal
creolizing power centers,
Yang/Yin timeless nutritional communions
Witnessed by outside ultra-nonviolet voices
still celebrating this trans-cultural healthing Sanctuary.
to grow a spiritual garden is to implement God's saving grace
according to the soil that is in you where the word of God is placed
an earthly garden is the physical and actual manifestation
of the symbolic sowing of God's word and its germination
one only needs to pray, to prepare, to plow and then plant a seed
in order to grow a garden that will fulfill one's spiritual needs
in the parable of the soil many think that Jesus speaks autobiographically
when He preaches and teaches the gospel on a level so personally
He talks about the various types of soil and their effect
when a seed lands upon them and from them what one can expect
He's referring to the soil that is the hearts and minds of men
and what type of righteousness that dwells within them
impenetrable and unyielding is the soil of the man on the rocky wayside
the word of God in him will never dwell nor ever reside
inadequate and insufficient is the soil of the man who is shallow and not deep
the word of God in him takes root for a moment but is deficient and won't keep
insufferable and unsustainable is the soil of the man full of thorns and weeds
the word of God in him will be choked away to never bear any fruit nor seed
enriched and substantial is the soil of the man who is right and sure
the word of God in him will take root, sustain, ripen and mature
so what type of soil are you? what type of garden do you hope to grow?
when receiving the seeds of God's wisdom what type of spirituality will you sow?
will it be scattered? will it be scorched and then wither away?
will it get choked by the world's weeds or will it grow a good fruit one day?
the parable of the soil is about what type of soil are you
but if one has ears to hear the seeds of God's word will come shining through
Dear dad
Where did you go . Why did you leave me . Was my mom a hoe . Did you love us did you even try I mean you can’t be that bad of a guy .
Dad I use to look up to you . I wanted to be up like you . But I guess for all the wrong reasons . In and outta jail every season . You never came home and when you did it was for drugs or coke .
Personally it’s been 17 years and I’m still breaking theu the tears . Dad please come back I use to cry and you didn’t look back .
You hurt me by leaving me with a women who had nothing better than you . She drink and beat us . Make a fool outta us everytime she seen us . But you walked out and didn’t care . Dear dad why is this fair it’s not . But now the crying stops . I got my own kids and I’m on top . I use to say imma be like my dad but now I can’t I gotta be by myself and stand tall because if I’m like you all my kids with fall. And dear mom you did the same you clan ur better than him but never changed you drank beat us and acted ashamed told me you hoped I get hit by a bus and die that’s lame you treat me like makes me sick but the drugs got to y’all so I forgive it me and my kids we will be alright because I learned from you guys what not to side how not to treat them and not to leave them and how to wipe their eyes