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Premium Member Lead Foot

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


Premium Member Christmas Day Is So Near - The Fives And Threes Style


~ Christmas Day Is So Near ~
 (Fives and Threes )


~O~



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 joy and 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 



~O~



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2024 



December.19.2024


'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.' 
- Mark Twain- 


~Author's Notes:

"The "Fives and threes" is a poetry form or style created 22/9/2010 
by George L Ellison. 



So now Faith, Hope, and Love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is Love. 
 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) 


"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." 

- Abraham Lincoln - 

~O~

"Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love." 

-Francis of Assisi-

"They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world; someone to love, 
something to do, and something to Hope for." 

- Tom Bodette, As Far As You Can Go Without a Passport - 



"More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate." 
¯ Roy T. Bennett, 


"Success is not how high you have climbed, but how you make a positive difference to the world." 
?  Roy T. Bennett, 


 There's no other day. All days are present now. This moment contains all moments."- 
- C.S. Lewis. -

Premium Member Life Picker Upper

Kicking stones is one way to pass time 
Other times will be riding the bike
There are many ways that you can find 
Take a walk through town and see the signs 
Then going out on some friendly hike

Hanging with friends after the bell ring
Then playing some sports shortly after
And go to see the newest showing
Having sodas, popcorn, gum chewing
And just have fun, joking and laughter

Sometimes the circus follows the fun
kids go crazy, parents hysterics
it's a joyful time for everyone
reasons and purpose that they all come
laughter clowns caused ... just silly antics.

There's a park near town where fun is found
and a swimming pool for fools like us
a park, a pool, and a spacious ground
play soccer, football, or play around
a place of Arithmetic, A-Plus.
Form: Rhyme

A Love Letter To Mother Nature

A love letter to mother nature

Nature's fury bellows
Reminding all exactly who's in charge,
Aggressive and noisy wind, mother's
personal thug, acting all big and large,

Though, for all her wrong doing and her faults,
she also does a lot of good, like the beauty always shown, 
Filling this world with such awe and wonder, 
I have quite a few examples of my own, 

Daffodils start to poke their heads out after their
yearlong nap, perfect shades of orange and yellow, 
The branches of ancient, wise trees
made to frantically smile and wave hello, 

Graceful, beckoning hills ripple throughout 
the land, expanding for all to see, 
While excitable rivers splash, dance and play around
their rocks, gushing towards the sea, 

From melting sunsets, gorgeous 
blends of magenta and peach, 
Skies filled with sparkling stars, 
I so long to stretch my hand out too reach, 

Although our mother may sometimes be callous and fickle, causing immense torment with storms and quakes, She also generously gifts us rainbows, forests and other sources of magic, despite how much she takes, 

So when you're feeling like this world is nothing 
but misery, pain and people's constant drones, 
Just try to remember, every once in a while, 
to take a look up from your mobile phones.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Julianne, Love Dad

With eyes the colour of ocean blue, so calm and clear and deep.
The beauty sits upon your face and forever your beauty will keep.
Hair that goes on forever that twists into a spiral of curls , when you smile your face lights up , like a priceless display of pearls 

You are the earth beneath my feet and the clouds above so high.
You are each and every emotion in me , including the tears that I cry.

You are the rainbow in the sky to help me clear the air, Pretty coloured ribbons of red that tie up in your hair 

You sing 
You skip
You play around , with the joys and sounds of laughter 

You'll be loved today 

You'll be loved tomorrow, until forever after
Form: Rhyme


Disarray of Time

Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
 where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
 as they hold in a picture stilled that looms, 
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
 school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high, 
 uniform dress, blouse, and blazer on the bedroom floor,
 shoes plopped in the corner still untied behind the door
 covers tossed on an unmade bed, pillow puffed against the frame,
 a waking dog with ears alert and a wagging tail ingrained;

I can easily dust and sweep the memories stored there.
The dim light of an old candescent lampshade bare,
 shadows of my grandmother rocking in her chair.

Four o'clock as the cuckoo bows,
 chains straining the weights up and down,
 a baloney sandwich, a glass of milk, she sits waiting 
 at the small kitchen table, her rosary praying.
Bouncing in the door, hurried and ready to play around,
 the smile rises on her face as she puts her knitting down
 and with a hug and kiss, she takes me in her arms
 as I struggle hurriedly pulling away from her charms, 
 anxious to go out and play
 as she asks, what did you learn today?

Sit, eat, tell me of your day
 and I rushing through every thought I could say,
 full mouth jabbering of this one and that at school,
 today, I've learned the golden rule,
family and the love they give
 are all you ever really need to live.
I wish I could go back for just a moment in time
 and relive those wonderful memories sublime
 now gone
and pushed in the corridors of my mind.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member They Come To See the Crown

The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!! 
even the Queen gave me a pass, enchanted by my class
she knows I'm built to last, and her reign has passed.
the crown is on display, I did not come to play
haven't you been told,
the crown never gets old
no time to play around, they come to see the Crown

The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!!
you thought it was about you, not about your hat, your dress or your hairdo
to the crown, we will always be true, step back I must come through
I am the talk of the town, with  my crown I can never go down 
they come from all around, and they come to see the Crown.

The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!!
Open your eyes to see, I'm true monarchy
 A whole big deal, no wanna be Nations adore me.
Queen in my own right, you see
I will break this all the way down
commoner, they come from all around, and they come to see the Crown.

Extremist

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
Form: Epic

A Single Red Rose

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.
Form: Rhyme

Not Our Kind

In the heat we burn for Pepsi
dangle feet from crick docks
Traipse with garage ice
to cheap motels,
watch a tv that's chained to a wall,
go home thinner then we came.

Poor possessions, pay-checked and broke
by Monday. Trailer bred,
no stock, just scrawny chickens,
free range ornery strays,
front yards overgrown
with ever grounded flamingo's.

In the cold we work on beat-up trucks
hoody-up, slap oily knuckles together
patch-up holes in our walls.
Go tree coons, play around
separate, divorce, but never leave.
Break open bar fight bottles,
chug-a-lug through the night
by a space heater’s eerie light.

We are not your kind,
we got a right to be low,
slow to show our sickness
our nearness to workaday dirt.

You who drive by radios in your head
masking your hollow conditions,
you keep on down that dusty road
go find your own damn
tumbleweed roots.

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