Long Promising Poems

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A Golden Dace. (For Dupe)

A golden fish in the 
Blui-sh ocean of love
A Flounder with no blunder
That makes me hover at yonder
Like a loose hook surfing for 
A Deltan fish with a Yoruba scale
Dupsy, the Dace
Vaunting several medals with curtsy
Dabbling like a Dab in a race
Against the Lampreys and Spermaceti

I salivate endlessly beholding 
Your rare but momentous beauty
Portable and wrap-able in 
“War able” situation
Remember your twirling thighs
Flaunting without blemish 
Your voluble hips like that 
Of no one but J - LOOO

Helpless I remain setting 
My eyes on your ever charming eyes 
Winking at me with a smile
That graciously get you noticed 
A voluptuous you remain.

Keeping our promise
Keeping my words
Keeping your covenant
To be with me all along
As a rodent in my Heart
As I re-echo to strive on 
Until I become the Knight
And the war Lord of the People’s Army
Advocating for the less privilege
Mobilising and Strategizing for
A revolution to come

Where we will have a land
Full of honey, milk and
Manner from Earth
For the consumption of all 
And sundry.

Then, I mean,
Then only
You shall proudly become
My Queen twisting your
Bakassi only in front
Of my Pennisular

Lest I forget
As you voyage along with me
In our historic sojourn
Am promising to continue
The witty-wagging moment 
With seasonal wanderlust.



Alayande Stephen T.
23rd September 2005
2.30pm
Form:


Premium Member God's Muse - 2

Light pours through branches
Caressing the earth
With a kindness so rare
So gentle, warm
It feels like hope coloring
The heart in vibrant
Layers of laughter and love

There are shadows of oaks
Birch, locust and pine
Reflections of the earth
Calling to the sun
Silent screams for peace
Baptizing every whisper
In songs of praise

Rainbow yearnings
Fall among the seas
Promising their blessing
Their waves of dreams
To caress the thoughts
With prayers, hope
Sincerity that calms the wind

Showers of dripping liquid
Cool and comforting
Restoring the heart’s stillness
With music from beads
Falling in streams
Restoring the beauty
To a clean, clear fantasy

Where hope meets fate
There breathes a gentle grace
Truth calling from heaven
Reminding hearts to worship
The One who created it all
The sun, the stars, the moon

All the beauty of God’s muse

Premium Member Flawless Aster Under Auspice Cloud

Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.

I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.

In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.

A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature  untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.

Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.

Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.

By: P.D.

Premium Member Breathing With Mystic Rose

When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old 
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold 
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed 

Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune 
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap 

Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue 
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift 
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift 

When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe 
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe, 
yes breathe... 

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Deep breaths I took when she stepped into my world
a goddess she became when in my arms she twirled.
At entry to her cave she beckoned with promising eyes.
I would've followed her until the stars fell from the skies.

We heard celestial music playing, a lover's waltz the tune
I held her in my arms and we danced around the moon
Back down into her cave, we romped into a golden maze
Her scent of wild magnolia set the fire in my heart ablaze.

We paused for a moment as she placed a finger to my lips.
Passion aroused, my hands slowly dropped down to her hips.
She batted her silken lashes and danced deeper into her cave.
Teasing little minx, turned and raised her hand in alluring wave.

Not a dream is my goddess, who still sleeps within my arms
enticed me into her cave with soft music and sensual charms.
I will linger here beside her until we take our last breath.
In our cave where all is gold, we'll stay even after death.

yes, we breathe... we breathe as one



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December 29th 2015
Collaboration Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Raining in Summer

Outside it has started to rain
Sitting in my porch I watch,
The elements mix and mingle
Kneading the pulverized dust      
      
The drizzle has gained a sudden might 
And now it rains cats and dogs
I hear the blowing wind’s violent howl
This is summer rain, so unpredictable is its course
       
I hear the rumble of thunder in rhythmic roll
Watch trees casting leaves in the wind
Specters of brown and yellow spiraling down
And flown hither and thither 

Rain water sinks fast into the mud
Promising new sprouts of green
Sieving deeper into my mind
Reviving faded dreams!

I watch the race of truant clouds
And how they collide on their track
Breeding florescent light and rumbling sound
Like a small firework in the sky

I hear the rain all around 
Hold it in my palm
Feel the thrill of the first firm grip of my love
And my senses aglow with a soothing calm

The droplets have once again begun falling thick and heavy
They hit hard on the parched earth
Lightning sends chills down my spine
Darkness grows as if the day is dying out      

Fun to watch these raindrops flop and break
Over boulders and flow downwards
Raising the scent of roasted earth
Mixing with the smell of fresh Jasmine

_______________________

As I kept looking on, the rain grew weak
And its rattle got suddenly stilled,
Like a blasting music abruptly stopped
Making the hall silent and leaving waves of thrill!

The sky that peered through veils of grey,
Beamed and brightened once again,
With all its aches washed away,
In the purging tears of crystal drops!


At Six O'Clock In the Morning Upon the Sixth of June

At six o’clock in the morning
Upon the sixth of June
Came Michael-Paul O’Higgins
Into this bustling world.

At school he was but middling,
He never cut much ice
In English, Maths, Geography,
In Scripture, Sport or Art.

In early adolescence
On the back seat of a bus
He found a tract on how we must
Seek out Salvation’s path.

Soon at the local gospel hall
He preached with fire and zeal.
“Put all your trust in Jesus,
In no prelate, prince or priest.”

He learned a thousand texts by heart,
Knew the number of the Beast,
And having read the Bible through,
Turned back to Genesis.

His school performance soon shot up,
He banished ease and sloth.
No dirty jokes would pass his lips,
Like they might from other folks.

N this world, too, is virtue blessed.
His hard work soon bore fruit.
He gained a place at Oxford.
His ambition was the Church.

But lofty halls of learning
May stifle simple faith,
And Michael-Paul had fits of doubt
That caused his lapse from grace.

He switched to Economics
And flirted with Karl Marx.
To a secular millennium
He strove to find the path.

Soon active carrying banners,
Their colour deep-dyed red,
He got caught up in fisticuffs
And was bundled off to clink.


They noted his particulars,
Affiliations, too.
The magistrate just said “tut tut”
And he was free to go.

However minor was this brush,
He aimed to live it down.
He learned to mind his P’s and Q’s
And be just plain bourgeois.

Forgetting youth’s illusions,
For a salary safe and sure
Than ran into six figures
He sold Babylon his soul.

Up higher, ever higher,
He climbed each echelon
Until the plum job of his dreams
Was juggling on his nose.

But in some data memory bank
Was that record from his past,
The which, recalled in a routine check,
Gummed up his future plans.

He lost his job, his house, his wife,
He lost his heart and soul,
And now he’s palely loitering
In the long queue for the dole.

O wise man, give an answer,
O say what devil’s art
Has turned his world reformer,
This promising performer,
Into a mere statistic
On an economic chart?
Form: Verse

Premium Member I Give You My Love - the Mirrored Rondelet Style

~ I Give You My Love  ~
( Mirrored  Rondelet)



~O~


Give you my Love 
See the sky with stars, and the moon 
Give you my Love 
Sent to us all way from above 
As night leaves, brings promising dawn 
Gracefully Love, glides like a swan 
Give you my Love 
Give you my Love 
Gracefully Love, glides like a swan 
As night leaves, brings promising dawn 
Sent to us all way from above 
Give you my Love 
See the sky with stars, and the moon 
Give you my Love 


~O~



Dorian  Petersen  Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017



February.24.2020





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





~Author's Notes:


The ' Rondelet ' is a French poetry form or style. 

The " Mirrored Rondelet " is a poetry form or style that was created by 
Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000,in 2010. 

I just love all the repetitions or refrains in all of the French poetry forms, I guess, it must be 
a lot of that French blood that I have in me :)))...lol

Premium Member Promises, Promises

Every four years and it seems that every year in between,
Politicians prey upon the masses venting their usual spleen,
Promising this and promising that saying they will deliver!
The scatological babble flows like a flooding tidewater river!

Candidates and their pals prowl about the nation to promote,
Anything they think we ought to hear, anything to get our vote!
They vow to build a local dam and provide universal medical care,
Lower the national debt and clean up the smog polluted air!

They promise never to raise taxes, looking us dead in the eye.
We've heard that one before - they'll increase 'em bye and bye!
When they proclaim, "I have a plan!" we become very suspicious.
They expound on grand schemes - most of which turn out to be fictitious!

Farmers are assured they'll get top prices for beef, corn and wheat,
While promising consumers they'll pay less for what they eat!
They promise new roads, bridges, sewers, schools and such,
But once in office they seem so remote and out of touch!

Regardless of their party affiliation, politicians are all the same.
When things go awry, they take no responsibility nor any blame.
And when at last that exalted office they at last attain,
Alas, it seems all those great promises were made to us in vain!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Autumn Grace


Leaves, dancing, elegant
Hues of amber, gold and scarlet
Whispering light over the soul
Listening, soft flow of hope

Psalms, comforting, solace
Alive with breathless wisdom
Peering through naked branches
Oaks and maples, undressed by the 
Whimsical winds, promising
Inspirations, abiding in the spirit

Swaying branches, gently falling
Leaves – pirouetting gracefully
Sensations, caressing away the chill
Morning dew, always new, sliding
Tenderly, like a sigh or a kiss, easy
Dreams flowing from the spirit
Revealing the kindness of forgiveness

Crisp laughter, stirring melodies
Charming and vibrant undertones
Old fashioned stories, poetry alive
Between the lines, promises aside
Telling verses and visions, wisdom
Trailing the crunch of hurried boots
Over frosted, shadowy eye-openers
Rains pouring out nourishing advice
Sagacity murmuring in humble lives

Leaves, fluid ideas drizzling joy
Through the inspirations, the words
Generous blessings erasing melancholy
Doubts left to resist the peace and faith
Without hesitating, making a way 
For autumn grace to breath praise
Worship of the Creator of this place
Where silence becomes nature’s touch
Embracing the one who knows His love
Enfolds those who believe and receive
Through every season – the Son, the reason
For fulfillment, contentment, gratification
The feeling within that reminds – LOVE
Is alive because He pours His light into those
Who know He is the answer to every yearning

While autumn grace sings Him praise in its way
Through jubilant and vibrant tones to awaken
The heart and soul – to always know
His creativity, His muse… is forever admirable
He is praiseworthy and through this autumn
And through this life – I will love Him fully!

Rest In Peace Brother

REST IN PEACE BROTHER 

I can't even write ??
I can't  cry either 
Even the tears are scared
From talk to u a week ago
Now to Rest In Peace
You won't call me my pet me again
He "is my friend"
Turned "he was my friend"
Death has stung in our backyard 
Spilling it's deadly venom on one of ours

You submitted your breath
You fought a lot
We all hoped you'll win
We even thought you won 
We will bid you goodnight
When we know there won't be another daybreak 
We will tell you to sleep on
When we know you won't wake again
Rest In peace Ola, 
With the true peace your soul deserve

I heard you whisper last night 
Didn't sound like it was you
Had I known I could have sown a seed for you 
If we had to share
Maybe we could  ration it
Promising plant ??
We thought you'd grow to feed the nation 
The autumn ripped off your leaves and sniffed out your life
Let the hell Gate be shut
Find peace on the bosom of the Lord
Till we meet at the other end 
Rest on brother 
??????

CONCEPTUAL FM  ?

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