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Perusing some recently mindless & unlabeled
shelfed works (my recently ancient poems),
benumbed fingers pluck jumbled words;
musings that had much meaning once
but now seem more like
the random scattering of monkey turds.
A thousand keyboards are buried in my brains landfill,
and here come the plucky and ribald seagulls
to peck at the words still wriggling through
unplugged motherboards.
Still and all, there may be a line or two
that have escaped the ravishes
of times disinterest and ennui,
there may be a poem here - somewhere,
its small, quivering spirit still hopefully squeaking:
"pick me, pick me!"
SHE IS MY WEAKNESS
When I see her my heart skips
When she touches me my pulse dips
She looks so cool hut I bet she's hot
Ask me how I know this
Wait till she looks at you
If you don't melt, then I must be a weakling
She got me got me confused
When she gave me a lap dance
My mind got lost
But really that was the start of my lust
I've got plan to return
Leave me lost in her list
Thought of her kiss get me jerking in btwn
You won't know till you have one
But sorry, I'll kill you if you dare think of it
Don't blame me when I lose my senses
You can keep your legs standing at her holding you
I tremble when she draws me closer
I wonder what closes my eyes when she soaks me in her mouth
I lose control when she ravishes me with her tongue
The moment she scrub my hair with her fingers
That's the point I exist no more
Just a bit stronger than a worm
She's my strength makes makes me go on
She is my hope making me think of another day
She's my subject cos she worships me
Above all, she's my weakness
Cos she takes away my breath every moment.
Shout out to my Sweet One
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
We hear famine, war, drought, heat killing weak
What bonds our soul we scream change for society
Evil presence awakening communist to desolation
Left protect yourself from murderous rapists blood shed
We the people corrupt by society sin falling
Looking for ourselves running pack of wolves
How can you differ yourself being like others
Even in the kill greed ravishes for more
Leaving you alone fending your own thirst
Hatred, their plead desire salvation, heart hides darkness
Who behind close door their face they cover
Not humanity but human waste walk grave to demise
What have we become except what we allow
Ancestors turn dirt in shame children who lead
Once America stood in dreams, now chaos every turn
What divides but us to separate from God
Cause I offended thee thou cast first stone be blooded
What is a man if he stands for nothing except truth be image
Catholic, disgrace to house temple ruins spill over
How you condone such molested behavior in congregation
That you defile law of book supporting gay is okay
While sitting on throne not worthy your presence
What are we that we let die inside light of integrity
Wolves ripping flesh in hunger feast unmannered
Are we evil hatred plagues our portrait
Or we better that ourselves we perfect being
Are we, all that is life itself or itself the light in life
What is truth, Pilate asked the Lord
no reply to the depths from which it was torn,
is the how and why truth alone that opens doors
as that release unfolds to teach newer truths reborn.
There's your, there's mine
and somewhere in between
comes actuality out of the brine
and therein lies reality of what we glean.
Hidden in the silent shadows
lurks the reality of intent that matters.
and the occurrences lie un-disclosed
held in the mind and heart's un-rested repose.
At some un-intended point in time
it starts tugging, gnawing, consuming the mind;
it's feverish festering torments and ravishes every thought
with the pain, the memory, every torment once wrought.
When at last it is revealed
the fate of all perpetrators are revealed,
disclosure open to the me-too and the disbelievers
who cannot reconcile the lies told by so many deceivers.
In the open there is no escape
it's the truth not fake
and your truth and mine
exposes the real truth as it aligns.
A rising on Valentine’s
Resur -e – rection
Four AM Valentine’s morn, I awoke.
Stiff as a board - stands a mighty oak,
reaching up = a gift for that heavenly body
- that sweet delicious pink cloud
= wishing to penetrate – into ecstasy ( her shroud ).
There I stood, against the ravishes of old age and time –
for a long, long time – with no place to go,
for deep down – in my heart – I’ve come to know
that in my branches, you will never climb
nor upon this mighty oak, come to rest.
The wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
Will never be a pillar of strength for you to climb upon.
To pulp- my wood, this mighty oak – becomes.
B.J.”A” 2
January 27th 2007
This pain is like a saber toothed tiger,
it ravishes, unrelenting, through bone.
These aches, spasms, intermittent rigor,
beckon my heart to but retreat, alone.
This tire, that does not replenish with rest,
but rather spits and mocks me to my core.
This pain, a parasite, unwanted guest,
consumed, l lie wrapped fetal on the floor.
Despite this illness, that naught can resolve,
I know, in my heart, God shall hear my plea.
The time shall come, when all my ills dissolve,
and my soul and spirit shall jump with glee.
So Father God, my most gracious, kind friend,
be with me now, through this, until the end.
03.02.2024
Words can be like swords, cutting tender souls.
Like the great fires, leaving only coals.
A world of sorrow, where men like to fight.
Their fallen nature, ravishes the night.
Loves' message was sent, from the great divine.
for men to awake, with loving design.
Solemn and sacred, will be their motto.
christened with water, from the lourds' grotto.
The legend of life, known in far places.
Inscribed on gold plate, the names and faces.
Of the race of men, it will become known.
Throughout the cosmos, Ye are not alone.
If one listens still, and raises the eye.
the truth will be known, why men search the sky!
date:7/30/21
~Trials And Pain~
(Rhyme)
Some folks may choose death over life
In all the midst of their strife
But I've always chosen heartedly
Life because I believe guardedly
That what really define us in the end
Is the choices that we make my friend
Who we choose when we have to face any
Adversity or what we may see as a tragedy.
Who we choose to be and how we react to it
Is what mold us and shapes us every bit
How we respond to each trial and suffering
Is of the utmost importance of our living.
Let's not be dictated against our judgement or stir away
From our goals by other peoples opinions, or events, yea.
Master-minded by life or executed by the ravishes time,
Both which may show us no compassion at all under any clime.
Let's not be mislead or wrongly misguided every day
To act in a rash manner when unfortunate deeds are at play
For our emotions we must master, and not in any way or time be
Controlled by them, for as we know emotions come and flee
So many in our hearts we breed them and often from the world conceal
They may come and go as freely as they please and we may feel.
Our thoughts breath them with life, and shape them in many forms each day.
There's always room for improvement as they are in the sky all the stars,
But you should learn, accept and like yourself, the person that you are.
Love life and embrace it,love yourself every single day to,
Be kind but strong, remember,that in Gods perfect image you were created too,
Trials and pain can break us or help us grow positivity all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
This time your beautiful
Your soul belongs to God
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
O, courage!
Ravishes the dawns plight
Redeeming fleeting nights
Beautiful bonding light
O, courage!
Lite the fuse of your displeases bliss
Lit is the insect sitting on a dream
Streaming visions of impending doom
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
The wind has ended
Angels and Demons befriended
O, courage!
Alas ole sinner man
you've changed your mind
Forgiven by Jesus mercy's finally found
Beautiful sinner mankind forgiven
You've flourished.
O, courage!
4/2/19
The winding lane twists and turns
as it meanders up hill and down dale
stretching far ahead, a silvery thread
glistening and glinting, beckoning me on
Peaceful countryside noises abound in the air
cooing of woodpigeons, rapid tapping of woodpecker
raucous cries of rooks nesting in the trees nearby
low mooing of cows and bleats from the young lambs
As I journey onwards beneath the vibrant blues skies
I come to a brow and there stretched out before me
a landscape so picture perfect it moves me to tears
verdant hues of green from the meadows, scent filled air
This is where I want to be and to grow gracefully old
to put down my roots and settle in this peaceful vale
to wake each day to the glories of nature each different
something new to catch my eye and fill me with delight
A place to rest with natures bounteous treasures spread
to revive a weary soul, to heal the ravishes of every day life