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~Compassion~
( Free Style )
Compassion is something wonderful that we all should feel,
Every human being should experience it just like love everyday,
God surely shows His divine love and compassion for all of us,
He does it in quite in everything and all that we go through
So let's show always our love, caring and compassion for other folks,
I know that there are so many folks out there who suffer too,
They're just going through a lot of sorrow, loss, and pain today,
It's not really hard to show sympathy, and give them a helping hand too
Charity and compassion should start right in our homes,
Just give it to all your friends and family members as well too,
It is part of our original make-up when God created us,
God expect us not only to show Love but Compassion, to everyone too
Compassion is not just an emotion, it's something more we all should feel,
It's something very natural embeded in each of us as human beings too,
And it doesn't take too much to demonstrate it to just about anyone around,
It can be a smile or just a kind word, to someone who may need it a lot too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.15.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Free Style " is rhyming poetry without a set meter, rhymes if any always end lines although rhythm and word- flow decide where the rhymes
belong. Technically, " Free Style " can be considered a spin off from Free Verse.
I write because I love it,
Creating words upon the page
Thoughts arise unexpected
Upon my mind’s stage.
Linguistic gymnastics confuse me
I have no understanding at all
When poems or prose is confusing
I wont bother then to recall.
Some writers set high expectations
And set down very strict rules.
With the P.C. person for authors
Ensuring you use the right tools.
Scrutinizing words of the meter
Making sure of the syllable count.
Rhymes must be true, and not near ones
If not, you are disqualified – out!
When readers engage with the writer
Their attention is captured by words
Imagined or real does not matter
If the interest to read has occurred.
I cannot be false or pretentious
To impress for the sake of reviews
If my words were hollow and thoughtless
I would feel disloyal to my muse.
I admire writers with prowess
Who can move my emotional state
With well-written stories or poems
From thought worthy lines they create.
We all have particular skillsets
Many writers prefer a free style.
While other use meter and rhyming
Does not matter - if good they’ll beguile.
So, before you criticise others
Please look at your own imperfections.
Take a breath, consider the authors
Who all write by their own intellections.
I met a man
who broke out
in a sweat
When I asked him
to read my poems
I thought it was odd
to be so distraught
I never saw
this phenomenon
His eyes looked
long gone
So:
It got me thinking
About:
what's wrong
with poetry
Isn't:
It about syllables
we count
and the timing
in rhyming
And:
The smelling
of dirt
in organicly
growing words
With:
Thoughts flowing
underneath
our surface
Accompanied:
By emotions
exuding
out of
our being
Then:
The thought
hit me
he
couldn't see
Because:
He
didn't understand
empathy
he's
the product
of sociopathy
So:
I clicked
my pen
and went on
to pretend
That:
What was
deficient
in him
wouldn't
affect
the writing
in me
After:
I went on
to florish
with my
well chosen
stories
Then when:
He still
couldn't
get them
Low and Behold:
I had to close
my poems
................with
"The End."
The wound is the place where light enters you
What I Am Now
flickering light glows
kind soft touch of your warm world
to what I am now
"wounds of past disappointments
light has healed fragment moments"
nuisance remnants of the past life suffering and anguish brought
beautiful journey for building future inspirations of the person I’m now
as I take a deep breath
I have become stronger
the past has laid a path
to believe with fervor
love has made it better
11/28/2015
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Sour Fantasy…
I saw you there passing by.
Walking graceful, kind of shy.
Body gorgeous angel face,
Hair was so long, dim the sky.
Breasts like lemons marble legs,
Rosy lips with tender thigh.
Looked at me with eyes so blue,
Blue like ocean, my my my.
Words failed me to make a sound,
I called you with yearning sigh.
I was silent, you disgust,
You ignored me, I asked why.
You told me that I am mad,
All I have to do is, try.
I am old or maybe drunk,
I can at least dream to fly.
Let my fingers touch your skin,
Kiss your valleys mountain high.
I am in love with my love,
Even though, she thinks is, lie.
Love that hurts will never pass,
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Haloo, go to sleep, is late.
She is gone, just say goodbye.
8/12/18 Haloo
Note: This poem is a short form in "ghazal" 7 syllables. The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).
Pray, what use vouching witless words so vain?
For men to tread only two tracks seem sane:
Youthful beauty’s well-bestowed a bosom,
Retire or else to woods, make ho nor hum.
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Translation(quatrain) | 21.08.2025 | men, romance, women, forest
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance) in this case in Maalinee meter. It says, let us cut down all words of wisdom so vain. When it comes to bare basics, there are only two ways in this world well their worth for a man to pursue, both as last resorts: a youthful beauty’s well-bestowed bosom, or retiring to forest, far from the madding crowd as they say. Note the rhyming assonance and alliteration: yauvanam va vanam va. Here is transliteration of the verse:
Kim iha bahubhih uktaih yukti-shunyaih pralaapaih
Dvayam iha purushaanaam sarvadaa sevaneeyam ||
Abhinava mada-leelaa-laalasam sundareenaam
Stana-bhara parikhinnam yauvanam vaa vanam vaa || 72 ||
Miss Jill may find a way.
As I thought about your kindness
And the kids you teach at school.
I pondered how any help can come
From the ink of this old fool.
Is there any value in his work?
Reading some rhymes could be fun.
The one about the little bear cubs
Out for a daily, adventurous run.
Some might be too sad.
Miss Hattie moving on.
Or The Last Christmas Goose
May not be the perfect one.
But maybe the real lesson here
Is not so plain for all to see.
Hidden now from ‘plainer’ view.
The real lessons just may be.
For the student with no interest
There’s the image of this old man.
Wanting in his waning years
To share stories the best he can.
But with no formal schoolin’
He’s left to merely wallow.
For he is left to do his best
With no clear path to follow
Had he known long years ago
That his ageing head would fill.
With rhyming words to share
He’d have swallowed a”poets” pill.
Practiced all the little tricks
Those teachers teach in schools.
Spelling, punctuation and grammar
All have their ‘poetic’ rules.
When “oldbuck” was young
Those 70 long years before.
He couldn’t imagine what
He’d need those hard rules for.
But like trigonometry skills.
It would takes some 50 years
Before he’d need that stuff
Long stored between his ears.
He’s trying for a better job
They assumed that he could do
But to just make sure of that
There were”trig” problems, not a few.
There he was in a tight spot.
It was important he do his best.
He called upon old stuff he’d learned
Cramming for a 9th grade test.
So maybe that’s the hidden value
The real worth of all you’ll find.
It’s not the stories that he’s told
It’s how they spark young minds.
So if you find some value here.
If you can use them as examples
Of broken rules or faulty use.
You will find so many samples. :o(
If I’ve sparked your interest
I wish you luck as you look now.
To see if any of what’s been “writ”
Could now be used somehow.
* * * * * * * * *
Written by oldbuck May 1st 2017
as he thought about Miss Jill and
the clever little students that await
her voice each day.
How could those silly rhymes
be used with them in any way?
Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder
If we, like Wordsworth, seek a path to’ wander.’
But words there are whose power is less prolific,
Dwindling fast the more they are specific.
Sententious and meaningful are rhymes
Which great poets have utilized at times
as when a line whose somber end is ‘womb’
finds in the next one that ends with ‘tomb.’
Or when a line that sadly ends with ‘death’
Is cheered next line with ‘heaven’s living breath.’
Poetry, they claim, is vast and universal,
But entry to it so often meets reversal.
Screwdrivers ,it seems, have failed, to join the race
What cruel fate has offered them no grace?
‘Appetizer,’ ‘sliver’ and - oh yes- ‘scuba diver’
Bring little help the shunned screwdriver.
Can rhyming slang yet save the day?
Let’s ask a Cockney on the way.
“Sorry, mate, I don’t know neiver.”
Envoi
If there’s a will, then there’s a way,
An optimist will tend to say.
Is there answer? No chance ismissed,
If we give the ode just one more twist.
it snowed and snowed on the day I was born
and for that reason I love falling snow;
in dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn
and from my pen the words just drip and flow.
And from a child, I was quiet and odd
choosing to read old books and write my words;
I would wander in nature and be awed
loving the songs and beauty of sweet birds.
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May 3, 2017
(Edit from March 2016)
Rhyme/ Iambic Pentameter/The Reason Is
Copyright Protected, ID 897731
For the contest, Rhymed, Metered Poem
sponsor, Janice Carnedy
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Rhyme Scheme - abab cdcd
Rhyming - checked on Rhymezone.com
Syllables- checked on HowManySyllables. com
I am not a famous person…in spite of when I was younger all the times I’d try
and now that I am older I’m content with being just an average guy.
Being average is a great way to go through life
because it comes with an optimistic point of view…
as being average has never stopped me…from doing the things I like to do.
I’m not a famous artist…my art, as my family laughs, has flaws
but that has never stopped me…because I love to draw.
I’m not a famous singer…some say my singing voice stings…
but that has never stopped me…because I love to sing.
I’m not a famous dancer…you can see that at first glance
but that has never stopped me…because I love to dance.
I’m not a famous poet…like Emily Dickinson or Shakespeare in their prime
but that has never stopped me…because I love to make words rhyme.
I am happy being average…I’ve no reason for dismay…
for I have many other blessings in my life…I can add up every day.
I have a family I adore… they seem to like me too…
and I know whatever the world throws at us..
we’ll be there to see each other through.
I have friends…I have my health…life is following a cheerful plan…
and though I am not famous outside of my family…I am a happy man.
So when it comes to drawing, singing, dancing and rhyming…
How easy it is for me to see…
with all the other blessing I’ve been gifted…
average…is good enough for me.