Long Repetition Poems
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10 days later i could be dead
cracked bones with bugs in my head
laying with my hands on my heart
forever resting till death i part
9 days later i will be alive
feeling numb but completely in life
all my shattered dreams in a can
stitch them together and hope it will mend
8 days later i could be lost
gave all my hopes for a bitter cost
battle in the arena, a match to a demon
set fire to a land that was my kingdom
7 days later i would be a beam
something in the night that's felt but never seen
disappearing to and from a single cell
coming back to and leaving from hell
6 days later i drew a picture
a portrait of tears poured by a pitcher
from a sea that never moves its tides
from a tide that was never moved from the light
5 days later i will riot
against the society that made me a pirate
a lone in a sea, and i quest for jewels
a lone in a sea, a reputation to be cruel
4 days later i feel at bliss
every now and then i reminiscence
feel at peace knowing it will end soon
so in my life in the dark, i appreciate the moon
3 days later i destroy my fearless hopes
i stand unaware in the incoming smoke
the gas and liquids make all my senses
i separated the solids to up my defenses
2 days later i count my creations
80 lines and all my vibrations
i add up the sum that leaves me to know
that i contorted myself to conjure a foe
1 day later i sit in silence all day
look off in the distance and see the people play
nothing inside me but repetition
outside the box was the endless
so today until i print all my being
try to put into words how i am feeling
10 days later i could be alive
but i know 10 days later that could all be a lie
10 days later something can change
and 10 days later it could remain the same
but life and death are set in stone
and one day
10 days
will be all you own
I ECTED YOUR NAME IN MY
CHRISTMAS LEDGER
MADE SOME TIME FOR US
TO SPEND TOGETHER
CLEANED THE HOUSE
WIPED THE FLOORS
SCRUBBED THE ALL
THE SMUDGES FROM
OFF THE DOORS
PUT SOME MISTLETOE
OVER THE BED
THE CHORALEERS
THE GIFTS
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
COME OVER
SPEND SOME
TIME WITH ME
CHRISTMAS ISN'T NO TIME
TO SPEND ALONE
COME RIGHT OVER
AFTER YOU HANG UP
THE PHONE
BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET
THE FLOWERS
THE MEATS BEEN SIMMERING
FOR HOURS
CRANBERRY SAUCE
WHAT A TREAT
THICK WOOL STOCKINGS
FOR OUR COLD FEET
COME ON OVER
WE CAN SIP SOME COCOA
SPEND THE NIGHT
DANCE TO A CHRISTMAS SINGLE
COME ON OVER BABY
LET PRANCE AND MINGLE
BUMP UP THE NOG WITH SOME
COCNAG
JUST A LITTLE
CAUSE YOU
DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT
TINGLE WITH SIPPES
AND LONG
PASSIONATE KISSES
GET
~ I Believe ~
(The Rhymed Anaphora)
I believe in God and love more than anything that's true
I believe in His divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in hundreds of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the wood
I believe that love hope and peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
July.24.2016
~Author's Notes:
-The Anaphora-
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora. The Anaphora, is possibly the oldest literary device, it has its roots in Biblical Psalms.
Explosions are chaos
Is it chaos that made us?
The stars died for you
(So forget this Jesus Who
actually died for you)
The formation of disorder
Came together as a forger
The star dust then came
In the form of rain
The rain washed each rock
And combined we get schlock
And slowly formed for us from scum
Or was it punctuated equilibrium?
With all the complexities of life
(And all the necessities of life)
Has Evolution been solved
With all the problems that evolved?
The conservation of angular momentum
Is the same direction that it sends’em
How can there be, anything contrary?
And in the repetition of lies
Where, when and with what did ethics arise?
Resolution:
The Evolution theory is s***, and the only kin to an idiot
Only the Brother’s Wit: (Dim, Half and Nit) would believe this
P.S. The Evolution solution is always dilution pollution
And what's confided has been decided by the misguided
There's no star born to the forlorn, that's on dilemma's horn
So balk, (but read in chalk on the side walk, or the trestle's veneer):
"Jesus was here"
Why am I here-
to breathe, to ache, to stumble
through the labyrinth of days
that end the same way they begin?
Sometimes I wonder
if existence is merely repetition-
waking, eating, striving, breaking,
all written into a cycle
that no hand can erase.
The stars burn their scripts into the sky,
and still I ask:
Do they weep for the same reasons we do?
Do they tire of their endless roles?
Life is a question that never answers back.
It leaves me with echoes instead,
the sound of my own voice
ricocheting through caverns of doubt.
I want to believe there is purpose
in this breath,
in this heart that refuses to still,
in these hands that keep reaching.
Yet purpose feels fragile,
a glass I clutch too tightly,
afraid it will shatter
before I ever learn
what it was meant to hold.
So I keep walking through the questions,
not because I believe they’ll end,
but because the asking itself
is what keeps me alive.
You know the story.
Some called it mis-
management, some
said it was original.
We know one thing
it was mirror to create
an effective strategy.
When management
changed they keep the
same format, keeping
the structure, but changing
What we knew into what we
know. Putting the status of
Current conditions on hold
to make room for recognition.
We thought they were creating
Championships to give recognition
to those who were losses in the
shuffle, stirring up the fans for a
big pop; that was included but
what we didn't know, it was the prerequisite
to our new division wrestling league.
They used two nights, two battle royals
Twenty men each, two different leagues.
These men would team, in reverse order.
The winner from one night would tag
with the first man out from a different night
Than when paired would. be set to
Go at it in a Tagteam Battle Royal.
The out come to be announced at
the battle royals conclusion.
They showed the two battle royals,
They set the date. But things never
go that easy. It takes a lot of planning
get that many people together. A couple
Managers looked out for there clients
interest, and demanded the battle royal
to be put on the first half of the show to
ensure the interest of many, won't favor
a few or one individual. They also demanded
that management would prerecord what
the surprise was, and release it elsewhere
Live during the show, during the live event.
They got what they wanted.
The match went on and, we got winners at
24:04. The Committee leaders came to the
Ring trophies and breifcases. Chairperson
Souse Slancer made the announcement.
The winners of the contest were crowned
New world tagteam champions; but we're
Named duel co-number one contenders to
the new World's Title. To be contested
Later that night! He wished them good luck
and had them separated and excited from
the ring.He announced the last team eliminated
to be number one contenders, and forfeited
the championship on behalf of the tag champs,
and named the number one contender as new
Tag champions.
blinkered by formal training
counting bright abacus beads of syllables
mindful not to step on cracks—
rhythm is everything
the audience c h e e r s !!!
the runner-up jeers—
maybe next time the nexus of …
the bows and brasses displayed
along with my bruises
an abacus of pearls
c.a.s.t
on
w a t e r
that drowns out the h-o-o-f-b-e-a-t-s of
a P O U N D I N G heart
a trace of desire
slated at the font
of knowledge
concurrent with my past
laurels
I bow to your discerning palate—
you clap for
REPETITION
repetition
r e p e t i t i o n
but I do not rest
unlike Keats
my NAME
is not
writ in
w a t e r …
Dear child, in your ascent toward maturity: optimize liberty exercise
overcome dilemmas of rationally choosing between right and evil
along discernment to choose always the best against the better
be enlightened as deceit in the guise of truth lurks---
leading to the door of nowhere.
My child, be warned: Don’t wallow in agony over impulsive decisions
while groping in hopelessness, tortured by angst of imprudence
then suffer because of blind optimism’s grievous affliction
since it’s easy to be fooled by glowing vanity beam---
pointing to the road of futility gain.
Oh, child, I beseech you to keep on walking circumspectly with integrity
I say this since I love you, and I care for your successful future
once I ventured freely; you, too, are entitled for it blissfully
yet, heed to instructions avoiding blunders’ repetition---
directing to the way of peace-filled eternity.
Now child, I beseech you to yield to the Almighty God Who ushers your steps*
nurtured by His Word and reared through His compassion sufficiency
cleave steadfastly to the Saviour with faith that pleases Him
repenting for transgressions while thanking His grace---
assuring life everlasting.
*Psalm 37:23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.
September 18, 2020
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss you when you are gone.
I'm looking for a better place,
Where I feel like I belong.
Goodbye cruel world!
I'm not sorry you have to go.
I'm looking for the time,
when only love and peace will grow
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss all of your violence.
When finally joy reigns supreme,
And all hatred will be silenced.
Goodbye cruel world!
Good riddance to all your badness.
There is an end in sight,
to all mourning, pain and sadness
Goodbye cruel world!
So long to you and your ruler.
Be happy your judgement day,
doesn't come any sooner.
Goodbye cruel world!
I won't miss your evil ways.
God's Kingdom is at hand,
His new world is here to stay.
John Derek Hamilton December 08,2014
My side of the street,
it’s my side of the street,
children play on sunny days,
scamper in bare feet.
It’s my quiet town,
my small, quiet town,
unlocked doors, a big front porch,
that flag don’t come down.
My own piece of life,
built my own piece of life,
grimy streets and urban heat,
never seemed quite right.
This cottage house,
I own this cottage house,
rolling lawn the dogs run on,
when I let them out.
It’s a peaceful place,
it’s my own peaceful place,
old blues sing and hammock swings
a much nicer place.
My neighbors I greet,
yes, good neighbors I greet,
waves they flash as they walk past
my side of the street.