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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
~ 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. -
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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 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.
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.