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Premium Member Don'T Be Left Behind

~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Couplet)


Please don’t miss out and be left behind
Salvation only thru Jesus we can always find

Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light

Don't do evil and keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God we should be humbled not proud

The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect

Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we can be glad not sad

For the love of God we can come anytime  and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability

We can not attain Salvation just by doing it with our own power or good
We're not good enough, just "God" is really good and perfect and that’s understood.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006


February.25.2016


~Author's notes:

Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. 
 1 Thessalonians 4:17  (NIV)

I tell you, in that night there will be two in one bed. One will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding together. One will be taken and the other left.” And they said to him, “Where, Lord?” He said to them, “Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.” 

Luke 17: 34-37 (NIV)

Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth. 

Revelation 3: 10 (NIV)


“But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 

Mark 13:32 (NIV )


“Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light, and the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then will appear in heaven the sign of the Son of Man, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other. 

Matthew 24: 29-31  (NIV)
Form: Couplet


The Eyes of a Poet

"The Eyes Of A Poet"


                          "The Eyes Of A Poet" 
                         are directly connected 
                            to his or her heart.
           What's truly seen and then seeks expression
               is where poems do get their first start!

                   All human kind has a pair of eyes
                and though open may not actually see,
             certain conditions that may prompt a poet
                              to express them 
                             with word artistry!

                          "The Eyes Of A Poet"
                  are similar to a potter or sculptor
                    who take an unshaped form,
                 and with vision and determination 
                              they are guided, 
                                    by hand, 
                    to mold, create and transform!

               We do this very same act with words
                      and a heartfelt desire to say,
                           words that will touch, 
                        also transform the reader 
                          in a unique poetic way!

                          "The Eyes Of A Poet"
             see this world in a way unlike any other.
                        They see the unseen, 
                   send this vision to the heart,
              with need to use words to uncover...
              
                "truths" that can only be conveyed
              by the poetic words that are written,
                           because we know 
               that through this poetic expression
                    we are also helplessly smitten!

                         "The Eyes Of A Poet"
                      are a truly gifted glimpse 
               into life and it's myriad conditions,
                      to express what is seen,
                     and felt and heard and done 
                       with poetic compositions!

                   Every word expresses the heart!
                        We've something to say 
                              and we know it!
                         Keep writing and know 
                      that this gift of expression 
                                comes from
                        "The Eyes Of A Poet!"



                          WTA-IV  3/21/2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Are You Hungry For God

How Hungry for GOD Are You?

How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily?  Do you stay in an attitude of prayer throughout
the day?  Do you stay in fellowship with other believers?
Do you support the work of the Kingdom?

Do you hunger and thirst to know more of HIM?  Do you feel like
you just can’t go on any further till HE touches you afresh?  Do you
cry out for the fire of GOD to come on you by HIS SPIRIT?

Do you look for HIM to send you to unsaved people so you
can tell them about JESUS and lead them in a prayer to HIM?

Do you pray for the youth of this country and ask the LORD to send
a tremendous revival to them?  Can you hardly wait for another
service so you can worship HIM with other saints?

Do you sing and worship HIM around your home and as you are doing 
your work, cleaning, washing, and cooking?  Do you sing n the SPIRIT as
you are mowing the grass, changing the beds?

Do you and your husband go to the mall purposely looking for 
people to tell about JESUS?  Do you seek out young people to
pray for them if they will let you and when they do, are you
praying for HIS SPIRIT to saturate them and use them and
keep them?

Are you longing and crying out for JESUS to come for HIS church?
HE is you know!  Do you look for opportunities to tell people about
JESUS whenever you check out in stores, restaurants?  I tell the 
clerks or checkers that JESUS loves them and that HE is coming
soon, sometimes the reaction is tears, some laugh, some love it,
some hate it but needless to say, they got the message.

Do you pray for our nation and leaders to be safe and to be
led by HIS SPIRIT?  And also, are you still and tuning
your ear to hear HIS still small voice?  When you came to HIM
did you jump into the river of revival with all of your clothes on?

Did you tell HIM, Whatever YOU hate, I will hate, whatever
YOU love, I will love!  Did you determine you would give
HIM everything and will follow HIM wherever HE wants you
to go?

Did you determine to be like a good little pot of clay made
by the GREAT POTTER	and asked HIM to cover that little
pot with HIS SPIRIT and fill it up so HE could pour it out
on who so ever whenever or wherever HE chooses!
Oh, yah~~!  Then, you are definitely hungry for our
GOD!

GOD bless, 

Written by:  Marilyn S Jennings
May 6, 2019
Form: Narrative

Follow That Rainbow

Life is possibility
there are broad horizons out there for us all if only we will look 
If children don’t succeed they try again or try something else – 
life is about finding who we are, what our purpose is, and where our talents lay… 
Just because we are not happy with something now 
does not mean tomorrow will not bring brighter horizons

Get out and follow the rainbow of opportunity
its spectrum of options are numerous in number and variety
Look top your heart and minds desires and work with it
A potter will work with a piece of clay, take it and mold it
Squash it, slip it, turn - carve - colour - glaze and cook it
In attempt to master the minds perfection

We do not always get it right
but there is little that cannot be scrapped and redone
before too far down the path and then re-do
There is nothing to say if we become lost to our first desires
that in looking for others we shall not find where we should be at
or what it is we should be doing

Too many of yester-years children have grown up 
to thinking they have no place within our society
they have become lost to lack of jobs
they are skilled and talented in own direction
as humans they bring chance to our world with new skills
those that are being lost through continual rejection

Each of us has personal pot of gold to find
not always is this financial but one that makes us feel needed
Each of us should be encouraging 
so many live miles from home families divided miles apart
Community is individuality here and yet we need pull back together
for in doing so we will know each others needs to support

When the efforts of others become unrecognised
We can lose that which is vital to having the skills needed
for tomorrow or future years
Pulling together now and offering needed skills to fit in
An hour or two’s experience in an alternatve can keep us in touch with one another
I was always taught that none of us know what will happen to us in years ahead
Sowing seeds now could help us grow or keep us going then

Think twice because times are changing
Those latter years of our lives could perhaps see us working retirements
With those we helped along the way over us instead
Teach them what you know and they’ll remember
Maybe helping you in your struggles or perhaps retraining
Karma comes around as it goes around, make yours good!

Premium Member More Food For Thought

Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us.                                                                                                 Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.

He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled.                                                                                  He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.

He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us.                                                                                           He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us; 

It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us.                                                                               He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.

He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices.                                                     His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.

Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make.                            But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character. 

Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases,                                                                                                  He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.

His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness.                                                                                                         And His personal attributes never contradict each other.

He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition';                                                                                  but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither                                                                                             

dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us.                                                                                            Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.

I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so.                                                                 But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson
Form: Couplet


Epithalamium

My heart is inditing a poetic matter
My tongue is the workmanship of a divine potter
My glossa is the verbal-scripter of a meditative writer
These words are the instinctive outburst of my soul
Liken to the boiling fountains of geysers of shoal

It is so sad when the heart is cold with a good matter
It is even worse when it is warm with a bad matter
I speak of the things my tongue has composed concerning the groom and the bride

Words can never describe how we all feel today
Such feeling will be expressed in poetic words than kept, yet
With all the splendor of such a feeling, there is one most important thing
Love is the most important thing

What a word we use for an idea so immense and powerful
What a one syllable for a theme so divine and wonderful
Love is a mighty power, not just to propose with a Rose flower
It has altered the flow of history; it has solved every unsolved mystery

Love lightens every burden, and bears every hardship as though it were nothing
It renders all bitterness acceptable and delectable
Nothing is sweeter than love, nothing stronger
Nothing higher, nothing wider, nothing more like fire
Nothing to desire, nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth

For love is born of God, Love flies, runs and leaps for joy
It is free and unrestrained, love cannot be chain
Love ardently transcends all bounds, Love feels no burden
Takes no account of toil, and attempts things beyond its strength

Love is not fickle nor a tickle, nor is it formalities nor vanities
Love is a revelation, a desire deeper than civilization
Love’s dimensions is built on Christ foundation

To the glorious groom and beautiful bride
One elegant, one glorious, evoking admiring glances
Two loves passed down the long wide aisle
Between two lengthening rows of smiles

God has brought you together, not to be torn asunder
To be united in His love, with faith in God above
This is not a mere ceremony but a Holy Matrimony

Today as you begin the rest of your life
Together forever as husband and wife
May your dreams come true, with love and more
Adventures to have and the world to explore

As you celebrate your wedding this day
As you exchange your vows, I just want to say
These wedding memories will linger in our heart as a treasure
And seeing family, love ones and friends here is a pleasure

Glory of the Cross

It is written that you left everything
That you emptied yourself of all
I find in this so dangerous a meaning
But it explains the significance of the fall
It explains the value of my worth
Something I tremble to believe, muchless
Proclaim about the sinner from birth
I'm immense with an inexplicable vastness 
Of sweet uncomprehended happiness.
I am multiplied in joy and senselessness.

You Creator and sustainer of all the universe
Should you stop creating yet creation stays
But what if the sustainer dies, I see a reverse
What if the beam that holds the roof decays
What a tumbling of it though the builder lives
Galaxies of all: sun, moon, angels and stars, will
They hold if God upon the cross like a beam gives
Shall not even a conjured singularity falls still?
If God should die, and the grave kept him bound
How absent the world, how void and profound?

Christ the Sustainer then risked all that he is
Self and universe for me, his contented price
To pay, knowing all I am, and I being not his
By sin, he chose to pay with so vast a sacrifice
And this, the Creator, who valued me, decrees
Is my worth, is my total humanity's bill. So vast
A reckoning brings me silent to vapour of knees
For God plus the universe makes me to surpass
The worth of God even, an esteem beyond grasp
A model he made but I did not prior ever clasp.

Now I can truly glory in the cross. Now I can do
More than I know to do, for faith leaps beyond
The knowledge of my heart. The cross is the clue
To the image, and restores my purpose most grand
For he that said esteem the other better than self
In the cross gave that esteem to me voluntarily
And I did not know it, but content, kept it on shelf
While Darwin rewrote my meaning in vain history
And I evolving in thoughts sinful inhabited its shame
When the cross had already taken all my blame

O Paul, you may glory true, but I more glory than
All, the cross has ransomed me from the fall
Uplifted, restored to the image of God, this new man
Feels worthy now to stand, and I proclaim to all
That Christ has ransomed me, coming back free
Of death shrouds, with power over hell and grave
The God of glory, by the cross of infinite liberty
Lifted me from a mere creation, honor and glory gave
Me as a crown, but not me more than you friend
The potter waits to put your faith together again.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Running of the Bull

(Rhyme)


This man was running quick and others like him 
chased by a ferocious bull
Many others men and women were doing the same 
but so many didn't pull
Through, people were just screaming and shouting
Scared but running still
Every year a lot of people come to this village
or town in Spain and do this just for a thrill
I can't understand why they risk their lives
so foolishly doing this sort of thing
Many people get serious injuries and some get
killed while others to life barely cling
I feel so sorry for the poor bull too that sometimes 
gets butchered because it doesn't stay clear
In Spain we know that many bulls are trained for this 
well known event that takes place every year
These people have been doing this perhaps for centuries 
and want to provide what they see as just
lots of entertainment and fun
But this spectacle to me personally is not, what kind 
of fun is to see locals and tourists
running in the streets to save their lives under the sun
Many tourists are so ill prepared they don't know anything 
till it hits them in the head right then
It's not a joke to see masses of people yelling and 
screaming in terror and fear
Some folks fall and others get their butts picked up 
by horns and kicked on the ground by the very
angry charging bull near
People can't seem to run faster and so many of them 
leave behind their own shoes
Some even drop their cell phones and some their own clothes 
come undone as they cry and sing the blues
You see all sort of stuff happening and all is crazy 
I think all these people are just dumb
Doing something like that is just plain stupid 
and they say they just do it for the fun and
to the thrills they just succumb
That's what they think till some end in a hospital 
very hurt with broken bones and ribs or plain dead
Some receive worse injuries like in their heads 
and lungs, some people never
recover they didn't have time to had fled
This is not really an sport but are playing with fire 
when they risk their live doing this game true
I wish that one day they quick doing it 
because the poor bull sometimes gets sacrificed too
people get hurt and a some unfortunate one 
will never get to see another beautiful day.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


September,28.2014
Form: Rhyme

A Quest For Home

Oh! The Supreme soul, the creator of all creatures, 
My heart longs to see thee and seeks thee in thy awesome nature 
That thou fashioned, as thou fashioned me
And all the other souls as thou want them to be.

The sky and seas, the mountain and the trees
The clouds and the rains, the green and golden grains, 
The ceaseless rivers, sparkling brooks or the transparent streams
Flow to their destination, as you designed to fulfill their dreams.

From the majestic wild beasts to the tiny little geese, 
From the meek humble lambs and fish, to the butterflies and bees,
The splendid penguins, gorgeous swans, doves and birds of paradise
Sing thy praises at the glorious dawn, looking at the mesmerizing sun rise.

And look up to the heavenly wonder! The fabulous rainbows 
And feel thy presence when the gentle comforting breeze blows.
Oh Lord! The enormous ocean of love 
Quench my thirst, enhance my tolerance and raise me above
All hatred resentment, burning my pride
Teach me thy way to take a stride
To walk on a path of peace, righteousness and compassion
And let my spirit be united with thine and forever abide.

Cleanse my impurity sprinkling thy amazing grace,
Do not banish me when I’m in distress from seeking thy dazzling face
Soak me with thy passion and boundless love when I’m dry
That I may wipe the tears of thy needy children when they cry.

Bless that I may obtain thy mercy in the days of my trouble
When I raise my hands up to you confessing that I’m feeble
When all my strength blows off like a bubble
May I rest my head on thy shoulder for I know you’re able.

All my worries all my sorrows 
Lead me to the way that’s dark and narrow 
Hold my hand and guide me to the path that’s yours
Heal my heart and soul, make me purest of the pure.

As the birds crave to reach their nest before twilight,
Take me to my eternal home where I can dwell in your light
But still I’ve to walk miles and miles in wilderness I’m sure 
And face trials and turbulence and tides to cross the sea and reach the shore 
Where thou art waiting to embrace and take me home
Where my soul will rest forever and wonder in dark no more.
I cry and yell to my potter, mold me Lord as thou needeth me to be at your home
My final destination where my maker lives, my sweet eternal home.
Form: ABC

Premium Member An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1

~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)



It was very early in the morning when I was just having 

What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself

And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by

Since another year had come and left again here  in Fairyland.

It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time

Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not 

Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.


I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey 

When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door

Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin

My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been 

Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello

And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me

Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.


This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea 

With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.

I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and

Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have 

A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more 

Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of

Having my very good company and having a good conversation

With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.


So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served 

Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned

To face me and started to share with me many  things that have

Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was 

More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all

Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little

Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked

Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in

Deep into one of his shirt  pockets and gently brought out ...



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016


April.27.2016


~ Authors Notes:

To be continued soon in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2.  :))
Form: Narrative

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