Long Ponds Poems

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Where I Come From

I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just inside the city limits.
Where I can’t drive underage in a non-road-legal vehicle on the road but I do it anyways.

From hydrangeas to big dead oaks with darkened limbs and forgotten branches. Unattended to hidden ponds with sand dunes keeping close company. Winding trails through the woven pines and golf cart rides through the night.
From two tracking at 2am, to popped tires riding on rims all the way home.
Bruised up and down and scratches I don’t know how I got.

I’m from sunday night football with crockpot cheesy potatoes
to rolling blackouts and chasing charter vans down flat onto our bottoms.
Muddy heels to get to the dance and paying seven dollars to watch my hometown football team lose.

I’m from where smoking our meat and video games in the garage is a party but we are the only company we need.
From corny jokes inside and out and witty humor, none taken. From where insulting one another is nothing but love and curfews are often a thing of the past.

Descending from lovejoys I am often filled with both love and joy,
I’m from oddballs and country folk yet we have evolved.
I’m from soccer games even when it’s raining. From no quitting all the way to you tried your best.
From high- highs and even lower lows.

I’m from the land of schnitzel, pickled beer, and pizza. From ‘go play outside’ and ‘walk it off.’ Nuts and bolts for christmas snacks to ‘honor thy mother and father.’ Sunday school lullabies and don’t use his name in vain, following all the common Godly precautions.

I’m from waking up early just to see the sunrise even though the trees are a war barricade from the burning fire you long to see. I’m from the fog that made my acres of yard an abyss that I can’t see through, even though I know what’s there.
I’m from family trips and a loving home, missing it when I’m gone and hating it when I’m there. I’m from supportive love and ‘can’t isn’t a word’. I’m from you can do anything if you work hard enough, and whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re right.
Form: ABC


Singing In the Wind

I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.
I   have walked through poppy fields in  sun
I have  suffered  when dark rain descends

I have watched  trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have  known the  arctic wastes of pain
I have  heard  grass singing in the wind.

Another soul is writing  with my hand
Yet I have  wept  while loaning him  my pen
I have  suffered  when dark rain descends

I have known  the edges  of the mind
I ‘ve   sensed  hollow silence un-contained.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.

I have sorrowed for  humans confined
I have  watched  the antics  of bad  men
I have  suffered  when dark rain descends

I have seen the storm by camera lens.
I have felt the   solar system bend.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.
I have  suffered  when dark rain descends

The Lotus Flower

The beautiful enchantress I call you or the revered Goddess;
So many sunk at your feet to death slow, by your beauty besotted
While for a holy task you surrendered to please an anchoress.  
A mystic to human race; tales weird sprung in time uncounted.
Fascinating your hide and seek game are, played with night and day;
Science or magic, what explains this strange motion of yours?
Symbol of purity, yet you reside in the dirty ponds, at bay;
Which message of yours has remained to us under locked doors?
Whichever your colour, you always stand unique in this vast world.
You will always be to me, a mystery unsolved, a story untold;
A secret cries to be unraveled in intrinsic patterns you hide whorled.
A question unanswered, in mud sealed lips, those unfortunate hold; 
Are you a biological complexity or some god sent messenger?
Gazing at you, by the ponds I sit hours, drinking from your beauty
An elixir unknown, my soul blessed with peace, unknown to a reveler.
I long to have you in my home but Queen you reign in your empire, muddy!

Date: 12/08/16
Contest: Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction
Rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef ghgh
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dragonflies - the American 767 Style

~Dragonflies~
(American 767)



Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies

Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects

Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope

Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands 
Some live in lakes acidic bogs 

Male grasps the head of female 
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs 
Some female lays eggs alone 

Eggs dropped in aquatic plants 
or directly in water 
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes

When ready to change into adult 
They climb out of the water 
Shed skin become dragonfly 

Dragonflies are unique insects 
Colorful beautiful 
Adults can live up to two months 



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@200



June.05.2016

Premium Member Day the Earth Reversed

In the blink of an eye the earth reversed
the sun rising in the west setting in the east
gravity's pull suddenly lessened it's hold
heavy things grow much lighter and floated

Look up to the sky and see what I mean
houses, cars animals and people flying
water running uphill instead of down
mighty oceans now the sky adorn

All still just kept within earth's strati-fear
beneath shines a land so strange
empty lakes and ponds now up in the sky
bewildered animals flying by, oh so high  

As the day grew slowly to its close
gravity started to righten herself
and things began to resettle themselves
yet landing in totally different places

The poles became hot lands of sunshine
while the tropics were buried deep in snow
oh what a pickle it all was the army striving
to return things to normal but all in vain

Mammoth rescues of creatures to their normal climes
speed was all important before they perished
to our credit most were rescued and re-homed
our earth always mysterious is now reversed

How will we cope in this new places
well come back in a thousand years
I suspect  human nature will be unchanged
still the same old BS run by the same morons
Form: Imagism


Premium Member Canada

One person's enjoyment is another man's bummer
we are all a product of our environment
and our early years on this marvelous sphere
it can determine our path and our perspective
on how we approach the years ahead
personally, I was brought up in a definite
all four season environment
where the coming of the next one
was looked forward to with great anticipation
in winter, the joy was building snow forts
snowball fights and skating on the ponds
spring brought thoughts of love no matter our age
great lovers in our young minds
summer was next with its joyous warmth
and carefree sunny days
the world was a beautiful place
autumn with its glorious array of color
and the fresh aromas
so to experience the four Canadian seasons
is to experience life itself in all its glory
I am forever thankful!!!

Monet's Garden

I’ve been privileged ‘cause I’ve seen
The paintings of Monet.
One museum near my house
Has many on display.

The gardens of Monet provided
So much inspiration,
His palette came from Nature
More than his imagination.

I never knew how true that was
Until I paid a visit
To Monet’s garden, re-created,
Looking most exquisite.

The experts horticultural
Of New York’s main Botanical
Did such a bang-up job I’m sure
Their research was fanatical.

The water lily ponds are filled
With plants as flat as platters
And such purple-petaled flowers
Standing next to them just flatters.

There’s a copy of the famous bridge
From Monet’s house in France
And surrounding it, a swirl of blooms
The colors of romance.

A vacation to Giverny
Isn’t something I have planned,
But the New York imitation
Made me start to understand

That the genius of Monet was more
Than paintings that enchanted;
For the magic he created
Was inspired by what he planted.

(written after visiting The New York Botanical Garden’s exhibit)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Goodness and Joy

There is such goodness and joy in the world
It is up to us to search the ponds and hills
until we find it

For some of us it is in the monarchs and Luna moths
Others will be able to dance and whistle with the faeries
Some will find their mirth and joy in the depths of the ocean

There is hope and optimism and justice in the world
We will find it if we keep looking for it
The key is to search every lake, mountain, and meadow

Wild strawberries, rosy mushrooms, ruffled marigolds
Can uplift and revitalize us
Sun’s Vitamin D can lift us up and shake out the doldrums
It is up to us to follow nature until we feel God’s goodness.

Premium Member Just Before Release-

Just before release 
He was frozen in time
Releasing those standards being captured
Just before the sun so rises
Glory, shuns over the horizon
Barring darkening darks soul
Sun star planet flares just before release
Blood running down the streets
Just before the release
Darkness swollen up by pin of light
Just before the release
Balloons free stand held in hand by human fingers
Burning in Hell fire wanting a finger dipped in water
Just before release
The Waters Rivers, lakes, oceans and creeks and ponds
Give up evaporations
Drops of moisture pellets 
Rain storms roar, rain falls
Night goes, night comes
Just before release
Bittersweet

11/23/2022
For Just before release Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Premium Member The Love of Water

(A COLLABORATION BY ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI AND NATASHA L SCRAGG)

It is in ponds, streams and rivers,
And also in lakes and oceans.
Sometimes it stands still,
But mostly it's in motion.

From the air, it will say hello,
From a dreary sky
Showering you with love.
No longer you'll be dry!

Nothing is more refreshing
Than a glass of this wonderful water;
Even without sugar, lemon, ice and bubbles,
For which you'd have to order.

Water slides or kayaking,
With water rolling over rocks.
Sometimes it's safe to engage,
Other times it's with feisty crocs!

The waves stir up emotion.
They impress us with their power,
Mighty, majestic and strong,
Their crash causes a foamy shower.

Water is also relaxing.
Think of that warm soak in the bath...
Water is used in playtime, for fun,
Squirting water at your friends - then you laugh!

Water is a force to be reckoned with -
Poetry in motion, as it were!
Its exotic reflection of the sky above, 
One cannot help but stare!

Water can transform 
Into solids and to gas...
Let's top up our water vessels.
To water, raise a glass!
Form: Rhyme

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