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Premium Member Equality--Here and Now

Equality..Here and Now


The word
implies that there are two
and these two are equal..
Such an assertion
results in a counter
that seems obvious:
two are never equal..
From this common
experience
we learn to question:
Is this simply perception..?
Experience of 
Here..Now
alters perception
with joy we find:
Real Equality is
never not One...!

(Our Declaration of Independence
includes the word: Equality
which Lincoln restated at
Gettysburg..
The Civil War was fought
over the notion
that the first perception
was the only one..
The Declaration was 
written assuming
the second perseption...!)


Stations

A journey rendered, framed, and set
as plaster comic book panels. 
Flip through the Way of Sorrows.
Peruse condemnation to sepulchre.
No matter the church, I found and compared
each episode through ten-year-old eyes
that scrutinized every detail.
Digested the mechanics of suffering.

These fourteen were my first gallery.
A restated traffic jam of nudity and frozen 
sadism that floated above me as priests spoke 
of love, faith and doing unto others.
I recognized violence when I saw it, the cruel
slapstick in the mortification of the flesh.
Thorn in brow, nail in palm, scourge on back.
Gladiatorial voyeurism. Masked in reflection.

The Parodic Glee of a Puppet

The furniture clatters around me.
An illustrious barrel of a goodbye. 
The sweater feels like a prop; a famed memo to the stage I subsist on.
A famed memo to the audience I secrete from. 
A famed memo to the veracity I refute from. 
I soar across the stage, each cry an offering to the void of my shrouded forbearance. 
Its crestfallen crumbles stroke the silver of my scars. 
Its impeded hamper caresses the gold of my dune. 
Its incumbered burden engulfs the bronze of my bane. 
Each string pulls at the silenced span of my limbs, a muted call for mercy.
The ignominy of their vigour sings a melodic turpitude against the evil of my imitation.
The potency of their strength strips me until I dress with nothing but the disinclined humiliation of my lingering obedience.
Each relic of their excess sadism carves a carnage into my eternally dissipated flesh. 
The sapped vex of its chafe stamps restated stains of a sinful hein; a wound of my forever domination. 
Blots of blood pool onto the stage, a sacrificial submission to the performance of my moulding stupor.
The decay of my illumination pulls at me.
A distinct elucidation to the corruption of my core. 
A puppet bound by her own vein-stricken strings.

Premium Member Job Description of a Warrior Poet

There is an ongoing battle that
Remains in humanities heart.
    Where truth is often hidden,
    And obscured from the start.
        The written and spoken word,
        Become lost clouds to memory.
            As storms move about
            With their heavy artillery.
                This conflict involves everyone,
                Both today and in the past.
                    Since mankind produces soldiers,
                    Without rank or caste.
                        Ultimately, the battlefield
                        Looks to reality and truth.
                            That passes on to a future,
                            And then to our youth.
                                At times, it might resemble,
                                A siege to be endured.
                                    Where the fortress keep is opened,
                                    Leaving nothing obscured.
                                Here, the contest is restated,
                                With a victory to reflect.
                            Upon the historic ledger,
                            Creating new ways to perfect.
                        Hope is sought to further question,
                        The false faith offered before.
                    As roots of new thought begin and emerge,
                    With fresh dialogue no one can ignore.

Premium Member Day By Day - Sonnetina Rispetto

(Sonnetina Rispetto) 


Day by day with God make my way 
And to him I can always pray 
Doesn't matter wherever I go 
Life can be very hard at times 
But with God I can hear sweet chimes
With his love my heart always glow
Day by day with God make my way 
And to him I can always pray. 

Here on earth till see promised land 
Life rests in the palm of his hand 
Doesn't matter wherever I go 
With his love my heart always glow
Day by day with God make my way 
And to him I can always pray. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2014


09.17.2014


Authors notes :


Sonnetina Rispetto 

The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form 

created by Dorian Petersen Potter 

on September 8,2009. 

This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each. 

It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or 

with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines. 

The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2. 

The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem. 

Specifications restated: 

Stanzaic:  Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octaveI 


Isosyllabic:  Eight syllable per line 

Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice. 

Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
Form: Rispetto


664 The 4th Period of the American Era of Philippine History: The Japanese Invasion

664.

The 4th Period of the American Era of Philippine History:

The Japanese Invasion



When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1941

The Philippines was invaded by the Land of the Rising Sun

The Japanese forces swiftly swept over Luzon & Manila

Yet, Pres. Quezon restated allegiance to America



Pres. Quezon escaped for USA starting February of 1942

Gen. MacArthur fled to Australia in March of 1942

The Fall of Bataan & the Death March followed in April 1942

The Fall of Corregidor & the whole Philippines happened in May 1942



In 1943, the Philippines became under the Japanese government

With Jose P. Laurel as the so-called “Puppet President”

The height of Japanese assimilation was on that same year

We were made part of the “Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere”



Under Japanese rule, our being Asian was emphasized

The Japanese ostracized our being Westernized

KALIBAPI was one of their propaganda machineries

Among their Filipino supporters were the Ganaps & the MAKAPILIS



This is the 4th Period of American Era – The Japanese Invasion

For 3 years, the Philippines became a divided nation

There were Filipinos for Americans & Filipinos for Japanese

God allowed the Philippines to be in-between 2 powerful countries.



-05/23/2019

*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Interview

The Interview
Written: by Miracle Man
5-4-2020

A topic of late being hotly debated,
brings questions and answers, both, unrelated.
Before responding to a question, he hesitated,
then implied that question should be restated.

Now slurring his speech as if half sedated,
he requested, into English, it be translated.
For the rights of women I’ve always advocated,
so I demand these accusations now be vacated.

My body of work has been most decorated,
and these accusations find me devastated.
I hold to the statement I’ve previously stated,
I deny, deny, though witnesses were located.

This story is something the media created,
and tends to leave me quite frustrated.
By bringing up these things far belated,
you’ve made Innocent things seem x-rated.

The charges against me have been inflated,
and should have never been promulgated.
Before I totally lose it and become agitated,
I think this interview should be truncated.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In My Mind

(Sonnetina Rispetto) 


In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight 
Now each day I just think of you 
Non-stop my heart for you will cry 
No matter what I do and try 
Even when your love makes me blue 
In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight. 

Without you now empty's my heart 
It's all broken, just torn apart 
Now each day I just think of you 
Even when your love makes me blue 
In my mind you're here day and night 
For some time you brought in sunlight. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2014 


August,07,2014 


Author's notes: 



The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form 

created by Dorian Petersen Potter 

on September 8,2009. 

This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each. 

It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or 

with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines. 

The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2. 

The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem. 

Specifications restated: 

Stanzaic:  Either 4 quatrains and a couplet or a sestet and an octave. 


Isosyllabic:  Eight syllable per line 

Repetitive: requires two refrain lines, each repeated twice. 

Rhyme pattern: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
Form: Rhyme

A Visit From a Social Worker

His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could see that there may be fear inside. 

Mary restated their predicament, 
That the child was born out with the marriage bond, 
And that people were swaying to the opposite side, 
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm. 

So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions, 
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise, 
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor. 

Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty; 
Was this the predicted son of god? 

He would be free from aggressive victimisation, 
If we could just name him as god's son.

So I suggested to his parents, 
That if the wise men came with a quest, 
To accept the name Jesus Christ, 
And certify the census, no less. 

Freedom for some is in lying, 
When there’s no possible alternatives, 
But I believe Joseph never lied, 
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by. 

The child would have been suppressed by all, 
Assumed to be dirty and unclean, 
Not for chat or dialogue, 
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call, 
Or for work in any trade for that matter. 

Nothing would ever have been done, 
The poor would never have been healed, 
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled, 
And Christ would not have come. 

Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.

People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials: 
As supervisors of the protected.

Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.

One baby matters to me, 
A life should be saved at any cost and risk, 
Because the abilities you show when young, 
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive, 
But nurtured in acceptance and love.

Kelp Seaworthy Reports

Before the mainevent
A fella from Canada 
The All Aisain World's
Champion hoped to
Unify his title against
the German All pro
Champ. Both men
Wrestled 45 mens
To a draw. After the
Bell the referee with
Advice from members
Of the championship
Committee, awarded
The All Asian Champion
The bout, due to the
Referees three count
At the last seconds of
The match.
But in the mainevent both represent Ives were announced
as world champions and gave a world class performance.
47:31 seconds into the bout both masked champions took
exception to being snobbed by the media and fans, and
Interfered in the bout.For ten minutes these men ruined a world class performance. Both lockerrooms cleared, and all of the interfered were escorted from ringside. The doctors found both men were able to
resume, and the match continued. Then at 55:55 of the restated match,
A man in a yellow mask with "they are me" on his tights, and
"I'm invisible on his shirt" came from under the ring. He unseen by the referee, used a chain and knocked out both grapplers. The bout ended in
A double countout!
Form: Bio

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