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Their blood is red and hides beneath their skin,
They bleed and scream aloud when they are killed,
We call them beasts, but they are human's kin,
They beg for life when furry skins are peeled.
A bit of kindness is their sole demand
For survival and for a healthy earth.
The rhino who's been slain with an iron brand,
Wanted to play around the fields in mirth.
But now she strives to catch her final breath,
While gasping, panting in futility
Before she dies a slow and painful death,
Without accursing whole humanity.
Her two rare horns beckoned untimely end
To her life, which adorns the woody clime,
While on a stag, sad death still does impend,
His antlers would provoke men commit a crime.
For them this forest air secretly weeps,
I hear the dirge in sobs of shady leaves,
'They'll be extinct', a murmuring voice creeps,
And for lost human kindness mourns and grieves.
Date: 9th June, 2020
Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
A childs laughter is a precious sound,
To watch them smile as they play around,
Filled with gleeful giggles that resound,
It will fill the blackest of hearts with joyful glee,
As they run in the wind hair wild completely carefree,
Not a single widowed worry whispering in there ear, No agenda no fear glowing with an innocent endear, There souls filled and glow with the purest of light, They truly are a precious delight to have in sight,
To cradle such beauty within ones arms,
Or encase there tiny hands in our giant palms,
It truly is a blessing to be hold, Or so I am told,
To have a child is a gift from himself up above, Created by the angles and sent down a beautiful dove,
A child teaches us compassion, patience, and love, The unconditional kind that you behoves,
There clever cheek filled with wit and humour,
As they grow from toddler up to junior,
With aspirations like being a zoo keeper in the future, Or maybe a dancer, doctor or police officer,
You pray its filled with happiness each and everyday, As yours have always been since there first birthday.
Is it fast enough for you?
No
I want to be fast
Drive fast
Do fast
Eat fast
Except I don't fast
Maybe some other times
I don't believe in wasting time
Time is a wasting
Make the most of it
When I said you got it
I mean you got it
I don't beat around
Fool around
Play around
There is no time for that
If you asked me then what the h I am doing
I will tell you
I am on a fast track
to tomorrow
Does it come today?
Yeah
If I call it, it will
But do I call it
or I play it hard to get?
If it is hard I don't want to get it
Lol
Yeah so you can forget about it
What the heck I am talking about?
I am talking about the lesson of life
People don't want it slow
They want it fast
And if you are not fast enough
They will pass you by
Is it true with everything?
Plenty true
You want to make money fast
You want to do fast
You want to have it fast
Then when do you want it slow?
When?
Ahh when?
I've never thought of that
Is it time for me to?
I don't know
Nah
Fast it is
Don't be fast with me
Or I'll be fast with you
Haha
Now you can be slow
Not too slow
extremist
never play around
with an extremist
they got no soul
they can go as far
to any level length
places to achieve
they evil aims
the world today
bear a lot of this soul
up their
where the innocent also
aim to be for good
always it sim impossible
cos always our barriers
are nothing more in our world
of today
our ultimate blockade is
nothing else but the
extremist
extremist
be warn of an extremist
they got no love
their aim is only their motive
nothing that concerns another
for good they care for
they are capable to kill
they are able to destroy
they got powers
cos they perfection is found
on intimidation
your quest is never their issue
despite your royalty
you can be gone so fast
on their evil ambitious goals
like they never know you
extremist
wickedness is their symbol
devastation is their road
invading to own is
their ways
they can never function
with the truth
cos it is against their motive
they live among us
sadly they are found
right now in the world
in a lot of levels that are
important to humanity
no wonder humanity
can't be common
any longer when all we care for this days are found in the hands of an
Extremist
The mists of time,
they once more dissipate,
we return to mighty Alahsar,
come, my Lords and Ladies,
come. on golden wings,
Alahsar,
the golden beauty of dreams,
it does await us in its wonder.
The mists now clear,
we now see great glory,
in its golden splendour,
the dream called Alahsar dows stand,
as you may remember,
there was great revelry within,
a night of celebration did sing,
it was rivalled by no other.
Hearken to my words,
the song shall now go on,
The revelry sings in the streets,
great joy is singing,
there was joy and merriment,
in great abundance,
every soldier, not on duty,
they were within a dwelling.
They were not alone,
much mead was flowing,
their joy was abundantly clear,
they now had their play,
primal passion was the dance,
on the first level,
to primal passion,
these warriors put their strength.
Upward, on level two,
the streets full of revellers,
couples dancing,
men showing their prowess, in games of strength,
such fun and frivolity,
the storm above, in its full glory,
A cheer goes up, cries carried aloft,
"The Dark Man comes."
There is much shaking of hands,
many hugs of friendship,
tonight, the people were one,
there were no petty feuds.
The Tigress, now arriving on level four,
her eyes gaze upward,
men, women and children play around her.
Now, voices are raised in songs of victory,
how sweet is the sound,
songs that would fill the warrior's heart with pride,
songs sung of a far antiquity,
also, of course,
songs sung of the golden king's exploits.
Songs of praise, ringing in the ears,
to the greatness of dream's mighty jewel,
songs that heap golden praise,
upon the majesty of the golden king,
loud and proud, voices hang in the air,
Alahsar, the golden jewel, alive with golden song.
now, for one moment,
our thoughts leave the merriment,
this was a troubled time for the golden king,
darkness did threaten the golden kingdom,
Only the golden king and his advisors knew this.
The golden king,
who, this night,
would drink the cup of celebration,
tomorrow, he may drink the dregs of sorrow's cup,
before an untimely end,
enough for the 'morrow my Lords and Ladies,
we look to the night of celebration,
let Alahsar praise the Dark Man,
let Alahsar praise all those he led to victory.
To Be Continued..........
Birthday feelings
Another year is back no longer can leapfrog this day
Where my body squeals on me from time to time
Melanin, flawless, caramel skin transparent
for you to view my friends,
Face ageless, mind intone to my compose poetry,
Every Nano second counting down to dust,
By the grace of the almighty:
The loud notification bell rang the old familiar tone,
From my well-wishers, on Facebook, and WhatsApp,
The thousands of unwanted gray hairs cover my silky black,
to match my aging face as I jokingly play around with my camera
My smiles seem to match well with my reassurance
of knowing that l am going to be alright today,
the loud notification keeps on coming,
I am releasing a happy energy
called I am alive and doing great
I have reached the good old age of ....
Here I am once again, unscrambling the word birthday,
Happy birthday to me.
copilot
Reflecting on our lives during birthdays holds a special significance. It’s a moment to pause, look back, and take stock of our journey. Here’s why it matters:
**Gratitude: Birthdays remind us of the gift of life. Reflecting allows us to appreciate the people, experiences, and opportunities that have shaped us. Gratitude fuels positivity and contentment.
**Self-awareness: As we age, we evolve. Self-reflection helps us understand our growth, strengths, and areas for improvement. It’s a chance to assess our values, beliefs, and priorities.
**Life Lessons: Birthdays prompt us to revisit pivotal moments—the highs, lows, and lessons learned. These experiences contribute to our wisdom and resilience.
**Setting Intentions: Reflecting helps us set intentions for the year ahead. What do we want to achieve? How can we align our actions with our aspirations?
**Celebrating Milestones: Each birthday marks a milestone. Reflecting acknowledges our progress and celebrates our existence.
So, on this special day, take a moment to look within, appreciate the journey, and embrace the next chapter. ????
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~ Christmas Day Is So Near ~
(Fives and Threes Style)
It's a nice day and
Winter's here
The days are short and the nights are very long
There's peace and all is quiet
And all around you can almost hear the sounds of Christmas now
'Cause Christmas day is only days away
Most folks are preparing their Christmas lists and looking forward with very joyful cheer
Outside the snow like fairy dust falls on the ground
Christmas shoppers hurriedly make their way to all stores, windows displays are beautiful
Children play around making snowmen
There's much love joy happiness in the hearts 'cause Jesus was born.
In just a few more days
Will be Christmas, a most beautiful time
Everywhere
Christmas trees now shine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
December.20.2016
~ Author's Notes:
The "Fives and threes" is a poetry form or style created on, 22/9/2010 by George L. Ellison.
The bouquet arrived with one red rose, encased in a mass of white, the single rose told of
a secret, always denied by his dear wife.
Like clockwork every month of May the red rose he would save, placing down a wreath of
white, upon his wife's grave.
The White represented happiness, one for every year, he spoke to her so softly saying
"They smell really sweet my dear".
He often talked of his day, his breakfast and his tea, he'd say "conversation's difficult
when the only one who talks is me"
"I always knew your secret, why did you never say? you could of told me anything, secrets
never go away"
He felt a pang of sorrow, one secret never shared, they'd play around it constantly, like
neither really cared.
"You almost once admitted it, remember when we danced, I held you close in my arms, in
love's classic starstruck trance"
He wondered why she held it back, he gave an almost smile, lost in thought he sat with her,
in silence for a while.
"If I could get to talk with you thats the question I would ask, why you never told me,
you'd say cause you never asked"
As he prepared to leave, picked his coat up from the grass, he looked down upon her grave
and said "well I always knew my lass"
20 years she had loved him,and one before she thought he knew, he'd tease of that often,
she denied always it was true.
So in the bouquet he order's are white roses of their truth, and a red one for the single
year he'd secretly loved her too.
Worry, has it's place in life,
with fear, your plans,
how to survive,
why worry.
worry see's the future risk,
your car is broken how to fix
your plan to overcome,
you think about the problem,
sometimes with thoughts severe,
looking for solutions,
your mind goes round and round,
why worry,
worry builds the plans and schemes,
your problem fighting memory,
the path to overcome,
why worry,
sometimes my friend,we have to think,
about our fears and woes,
our problem solving memory, on how to overcome
granted we can think to much,
and worry over future fears,
that never will be found,
we can, drive ourselves in battles,
creating pain unseen,
the fear provoking anger,
that never should be seen,
worry can be friend and foe,
and should be tempered,
way down low,
a friend when grasping new ideas,
a foe creating stupid fears,
worry can create the fear,
destroying your sweet future dear,
the fear of losing someone loved,
can have you treat them badly shoved,
your fear creating goblins,
in truth were never there,
your fear that they might play around,
create's your worry fear,
the fear create's your yelling face,
and drive's your love, from your embrace,
why worry,
a friend when grasping new ideas,
and overcoming problems, dear,
a foe creating stupid fears,
why worry,
the future's up to you.
Once upon a time, I saw a Candy List of more than forty types of candy. And would you believe that people were actually invited to enter a contest to pick at least 10 of their favorites from among such a list? Unbelievable! For crying out loud, what is this world coming to? It's just not fair for the 'sense of taste' to be tested like that. Why, if I were King, I would issue a decree to band such an endeavor.
I grew up eating a lot of BUTTERFINGER bars, and I would eat a MILKY WAY if it was my only choice, but I never really liked them. I have always loved coconut and just about every kind of nut there is. Saturate a column of coconut with almonds, cover them with chocolate, and the next thing you're chewing on is Peter Paul MOUNDS; or am I mistaking Peter and Paul for Amond Joys? A BABY RUTH candy bar was certainly at the top of my sweet list; and what's not to like about a peanut covered bar of candy called PAYDAY?
I cannot deny it and I dare not hide it. Not so much now, but way back then when sugar was looked upon less frowningly, I was a sucker for the TOOTSIE ROLL. I remember that the LEMONHEAD candies were a tad bitter, but the HOT TAMALES was a 'play around' kind of candy; and what could be better than playing and competing with a mouth 'on fire' with candy? LIFESAVERS and NOW AND LATER were among my kids' favorites, and the KIT KAT still ranks high on my candy list, but at the top of my 'sugar heap' are the SNICKERS.
Now back to the Candy List I mentioned at the beginning. Upon further investigation, I discovered that three of my favorites were not even on the list. Like boots were made for walking, the Lollipop and the Holloway candy sticks were made for licking and sucking. And it pains me to think about the fact that M&M Peanuts candy wasn't anywhere to be found. I'm not a king but if........
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