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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed
Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade
To taste of your world, see above or below it
Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet
To so construe love without using the phrase
Scrawl the sinew of war, yet delight in the days
To yawp of the grass - journeywork of the stars
Help heal a nation, attend to its scars
Find grace among horrors, sift beauty from death
The soul-pull of tides - briny kiss of their breath
To habit us all ... to the dazzle of light
Celebrate ourselves, bequeath us the night
Ask recurring questions of romance and life
Of presidents, boot soles, and moldering strife
Demons and mockingbirds, Paumanok's dunes
The pale, horrid witness of unstinted moons
'Twas sad-blown, a bugle, convulsed, was a drum
Yet exquisite, the dirge for a soldier and son
The sorrow of clouds in a ravening sky
The weep of a child should the Pleiades die
Knit airy-fresh words, with uncommon phrases
Draw Apollo and Neptune in all of their phases
Be there adoration as hapless as mine
Yet no soul more ardently leveled, supine
No writer has reached deeper into my heart
Idioms and phrases ... such allurement, impart
Ah, yes, what I'd give to have just one chat
With the rare human being who afforded all that
And maybe I'm biased, if perhaps to a fault
But the name of MY Captain, O Captain ...
Is WALT.
Civilized Order in America
Allowed a religious freedom of calculated origin for ?
Arisen
A poetic inference of established orders recanted in mass to end an origin in procession.
Army corps of engineers established regimen
Regimented division of labor in circular fashion such as opposite digression a fervor could resume it's origin.
Whilst civilization was constructed seperately above and behind memory of fantastic revelation of efforting the spirited labor to and from.
Codified law dictates moments of inertia after completed rehearsal of successful land.
The completed engineer regaining leave is a New York business man.
The origin of New York Ballet is ongoing and prompt.
Civilized civilization does have means for every living soul to have enough war.
This is where a brigade is dispatched historically in recurring evolution, a description of perfections effectation and a diffusing of tangential orientation of correct
In abundant diplomacy
Orders are followed from origin to a new sight.
This carries garbage out of my sight.
Subjects are held in records by the armed forces inhabiting home.
Military Code of Conduct is easy
Request, Receive Service from legible order.
War Ends
Treasury Overflows and People live in peace with structural engineers in salary building civilization provided opportunity orders to serve God almighty and every living soul left alive.
We are staffed and waiting civilized minds.
Treason may now be written openly in communication
You may have a recurring dream
that you are not really the jerk
you believe yourself to me.
You may wake-up with a hangover
but can’t recall what caused it,
this is a sure sign.
Sitting on the side of the bed to meditate,
you may realize it’s far too late -
you gotta get going;
blinking you mumble “feck it.”
A voice in your head says: ”Go get em kid.”
You may plod barefoot
into the kitchen to brew coffee
only to stub your toe
on the edge of some hard reality
the sharp stab of pain
sets you off cussing again.
Meanwhile God has translocated
from His ineffable presence within the within;
to grab your mind and shove it up your butt.
You laugh but seriously have to visit the toilet.
What more signs do you need?
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Title seen on a YouTube video.
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Go forth into time and pay due homage,
And your return to silence is current,
Those with weak goals are made less coherent,
‘Twas a toxic night pace turns back a page,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
The shadow of friends faces on crescent,
As the line grows, there will be no shortage,
And your return to silence is current,
Glaring eyes, like those who got a warrant,
Shield them from lights that have simple wattage,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Recurring promise and slumber present,
Cherub’s arrow shot caused, clock to the stoppage,
And your return to silence is current,
Indeed this was a lesson so pleasant,
Fingered string to thine heart for storage,
‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
And your return to silence is current.
2019 September 19
Someone to Care
I’m weary of this haunted place,
Trapped by insecurities and fears' embrace.
I yearn for them to flee,
To vanish without a trace,
For this oppression still clings, a ceaseless chase,
And it won’t leave me be.
This mental anguish fails to mend,
The pain too raw, too real to comprehend,
Scars of abuse, time can not erase,
My arms reach out, in hope's embrace,
Praying for someone to care.
When tears fall, no hand to wipe them clear,
When screams cry, no solace from my fear,
Amidst the terror, trembling hand unclaimed,
No refuge found, from guilt and shame.
I once knew joy, beneath the sun's warm beam,
Now ensnared by darkness, a recurring theme,
Haunting demons in my darkest dreams,
Sanity lost, in silent screams.
They won’t leave me be.
This mental anguish fails to mend,
The pain too raw, too real to comprehend,
Scars of abuse, time can not erase,
My heart laid bare, seeking grace,
Longing for someone to care.
When tears fall, no hand to wipe them clear,
When screams cry, no solace from my fear,
Amidst the terror, trembling hand unclaimed,
No refuge found, from guilt and shame.
I've urged myself, time and again, to move on,
To gather strength, my resolve to don,
But these demons prove too much to bear,
They creep along the walls, by the candle's glare,
They linger still, drowning in despair.
Won’t someone save me?
It's a cold and rainy, nasty old day
Methinks I'll just stay inside today
Dream about love and happy things
Things that make my old heart sing
Recalling the joyous days of my youth
Wasn't outgoing, a surprising truth
Wasn't until very many years later
Finally became a mover and shaker
Now it's impossible to keep me down
Known worldwide as a bit of a clown
Happy as poop in this role that I'm cast
I'm a No. 1 clown right down to the last
Sometimes I'll still write about mush
Remember the feeling and start to gush
Now I remember that familiar old stirring
Suddenly the feeling is recurring
So I sit for a while and think about nature
Cause now I'm known as The Lone Ranger
© Jack Ellison 2013
You take my breath completely away
You mean the world to me, my love and
Only I have to gaze softly into your eyes
I rememb'r all the smiles upon your face
And when I'm sad I replay them in my mind
My heart savorin' every time I can't replace
Sometimes it seems I'm living just a dream
From which I don't want ever to wake up from
And when you're far 'way I just want to scream
'Cause life without you can never be the same
Love runs wild thru my veins like a roarin' fire
And my skin burns recurring just your name.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
October,19,2014
CONTRASTS
calm elegance
simple longings
intricacies
in recurring motifs
& brief reflections
supreme concerns
& confront
our
decorative priorities
& concerns
brilliant
complex & multifaceted
in
unexpected purity
motivated
then dissolved
defined & so decisive
a conformity
influential
yet ambitious
confident & long lived
wide reaching p
rogressive
a realism marked
then depicted
prompted
as chance moments
& then
established
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
In love, too callow too young, broken apart by life’s torn and tortured terrain. Hearts beat in unison, will they be together again, fingers crossed—Poet
With fingers crossed,
confessions contorted seep lovely lies
spun timidity of untruth, vapid daunting denials
tussles tossed into love’s requited ring,
an aching hollowness when tender love leaves,
one will feel its brutal sting
Bestial bees swarm sweet honeycomb,
creatures lost in their pollinated pull of habitual humility
Ere serendipitous magic surrenders sparks
bated breath abides a quiet ache,
as shadows descend the psyche predicts,
a hallowed death, silence bends
With both, fingers crossed and with bated breath,
gestures still swollen in mouths of babes profuse
thus far never dies, only forgetful subterfuge
silenced sentimental souls, one departs
the other collapses, awaits with anticipation
against a waning world with holes in hearts
Echoes of past linger, an anxious expectation
a sacred secret within its power, an empirical upshot
pushed and pulled, swayed from an earlier them
The pull wins every time, more than ever they give in
telling of a palm reader
time p a s t
times f u t u r e
summoning, so be it’s
the time
i n b e t w e e n
a still point
of an apex u n s e e n
is the flame still there or
an illusion playing over time again
They say one must be thinking of the other
if a magical moment recurring
sweeps a promising prism, the scent of their skin,
a moments cabaret, never-end, ceases life sojourn
That our travels shall come full circle
two ships amongst fleets of stars
hearts the same find their way once more,
never swimming to another’s shore
destiny’s doom or divine decree,
embraced with open arms should be
what was the purest of love’s charms
Both wished upon the same star
unfeigned heads held high
they set each other apart
beckoning back from start
spirits unwavering in resolve
on this long night of dimming hope,
venture towards aurora dawning bright
warm and welcoming~
Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux
a worse hellish fate than perdition
At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry
explaining how yours truly
felt he would die
an undertaking malaise
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement,
wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy,
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over
with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright
(with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed on a previous occasion
to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil,
which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product
didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lxii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure
to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out
five foot and ten inches of lovely bones,
thence mouthing retraction
of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever
in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener
scrutinizes his recurring
pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
As of early August 20th, 2021-
I finally move bowels but...
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
stasis of lower bowel found yours truly
doubled over in gastrointestinal agony
as if elephant or red (livid with rage)
bull thrust his tusk into mine tush
ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout
blessed magic of laxatives
Amitiza, Dulcolax, and Miralax
relieving lower abdominal and rectal
discomfort agonizing me dawn to dusk.