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~Jesus Is Great~
(The Minute )
Lord shows that He really cares
He dries our tears
He loves us so
With Him love grow
Come to the Lord, give Him your heart
From Him never part
He'll guide your life
Help you with strife
Read all the signs and watch the sky
Seek Him and see
Jesus is great
Don't wait too late.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.21.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“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)
- 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 )
~Author's Notes:
"The Minute " is a poetry style consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables.
12/23/21
Accidents and intentions coincide
Meaning it was or wasn't of one's own design
Caused a mark
Girl you left me in the dark
You were in mine, but I guess I wasn't in your heart
So why keep you notified
This is bonafide
Day just begun or ended and it's closing time
In space, objects microscopic or of an imposing size
Not all fun and games like a kid on a pony ride
Is it wrong or only right?
Being addressed or getting thrown aside
This is where the road divides
Continually there is opposing sides
All this wear and tear is why it's showing signs
Of a beast with glowing eyes
Just when it was going fine
It all quickly took a nose dive
Important to be knowing why
Never could they work it out
Always suspicion and lurking doubt
So gullible and quick to go off word of mouth
This all has no worth and amount
Because you just wanted to see the other burn or drown
This is why there is no turnaround
Known rivals
What they did to each other is so vile
One ended up with no vitals
Endlessly goes the cycle
Nearby a frigate
Had to get water from a spigot
They never dug it or they'd dig it
Yet another bigot
As well as a useful or useless trinket
It was of no value or a valuable ingot
If it has alcohol, I'd most likely drink it
Damn cuz
Life has always been about more than an and one
For each other neither ever had love
Therefore there was always bad blood
Ironic, that due to their selfishness they died in a flash flood
Even though one of them had the black lung
Unwilling to heed others advice, what they did was sad yet dumb
Because they both had siblings, a dad and mum
A pair of mad dogs
Forever at odds
Often they each would ask god
If them or the other was a fat hog
Never mattered since it all was for a bad cause
As time passed on
Two cats yowling and screaming
Facing each other neither submitting
Staring and hissing, tails rapid flicking
Warnings signs of impending butt kicking
Tufts of loose fur flew through the air
Two territorial felines, a vicious fight flare
Exposing retractile, razor sharp claws
Penetrating bites - flesh torn by their jaws
They stop for a moment to gather some strength
New positions held with a guarded new length
Ears flattened down - body arch pose
Poised for new battle, next swipe to their nose
What seemed like hours this fight carried on
Neither was yielding both screaming cats song
Someone shouted and gave them some chase
Startling both cats whom scattered post haste
Silence now golden no sound could be heard
Not even a mouse or hoot of owl bird
When suddenly screeching echoed nights air
Two foxes mate calling - a date flirting pair.
30.08.21
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation
nsync with baby boom.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
yours truly haint got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish -
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
I was thinking
It would be different
Seems familiarity breeds contrition.
All I get from you is competition;
You used to listen, now you are always contrite;
At all cost, you wanted to be right,
While I wanted to be effective.
We are getting nowhere fast,
me feeling more neglected.
When your wrongs, became too strong
It was time for me to get gone.
You complained and nitpicked
You were supposed to be my safe world.
Follow the trail of tears
There is a message to be found
Loud and clear.
If you had paid attention
To the signs, read the handwriting on the wall.
Yet, you got the mess, and missed the message,
I pulled out all the tricks I knew,
desperate to continue loving you;
Even when the thrill was gone,
I still stayed, and prayed yet,
you made our bed with thorns,
I pulled out my magic wand
And abracadabra said, “horns be gone”.
I begged for your tender side;
I was tired of the “paper chase”
Sex was more like marital rape.
I needed that extra kiss and hug
there will be no makeup sex;
As you walk around the bedroom and flexed.
Since you love only yourself
I am going somewhere else.
Before I become reclusive,
Your sense of humor is abusive.
I felt there was no use;
Tonight, there’ll be; no dinner waiting:
No more anticipating; just a note, to say
“You're not funny -just a joke”
Tired of dangling on this rope.
Life is too short- I’m out like smoke.
I made a conscious choice to leave.
Needed room to breathe.
Going elsewhere to seek my needs
Breaking the ties that bind.
Searching to find, my own mind.
Your wrong is too strong-
And your right is too light.
Whatever be my plight,
I’ll take my chances elsewhere.
I’ll be finding my future without you”
Abracadabra, I am gone!
gods-book.com
When your hard work is achieved, and it makes you feel proud,
You are quick to share its reward with a familiar crowd.
Expecting reactions to affirm your accomplishments,
Wanting those close to you to show signs that boost confidence.
Seeking their approval of achievements you’ve made,
Gives assurance to you if it’s positive reactions they relayed.
It could be a new car you bought from the showroom floor,
And you’re hoping for signs of their admiration and more.
Or maybe the result of a hard project you completed,
Hoping their reaction is the pat on the back that you needed.
Maybe you’re feeling proud of something you’ve made,
And completely expecting those close to be amazed.
We seek other’s reactions, looking for signs of approval,
If the task to achieve it puts us through something brutal.
It makes us feel justified in the actions we experience,
Making you proud when we see their positive appearance.
But their reactions won’t be meaningful to you,
If the words don’t match their reactions too.
If it’s something you gave all the attention you could,
But still need their approval to feel like you should.
But when we reveal the object of these approvals we seek,
To friends and family but doesn’t cause interest to peek.
Makes us question our motive of the hard road we took,
That didn’t seem to merit even those closest to look.
Now we’re confused as to why they didn’t react,
Leaving us feeling unaccomplished, as a matter of fact.
Your closest friends and family have a lower opinion it would seem,
Of your achievement, and not considering your self-esteem.
If you’re looking to them for signs of equal satisfaction,
Seeing your excitement should promote their attraction.
And even if this thing you worked so hard on, they didn’t understand,
Shouldn’t they still express interest like a true fan?
Note:
When asked your opinion, it’s a sign of respect,
So, be positive when reacting and consider its effect.
It’s easy to react and accidentally cause feelings of hurt,
When not being considerate of someone for their hard work.
A road trip through the Pacific West,
from Seattle along Sequim,
Ocean Shore, Seaside,
all the way to San Francisco.
The Pacific roared beside.
Frequent signs warned of Tsunami hazard.
While a warning at a trinket shop
showed an evacuation route,
an ice cream ad promised a tsunami of delight.
People thronged the beaches en route,
least worried, all in mirth;
a gigantic tide was last on their list.
At Ocean Shore, a man and woman stood in tight embrace,
the lady sobbing without respite,
a personal tsunami on the heave,
wreaking havoc on their aching psyche.
The Pacific just looked on beside.
Humanity seemed a cluster of ants
on the rim of a tea cup left under a tap
savouring their last greedy grabs,
weeping over what is not.
The tap looks down upon.
Yet, away, unknown to them
two superpowers were locked
in an eye-ball confrontation
over things of least real concern
portending a nuclear conflagration.
Lo, the Pacific stands for peace
as her name really means,
while men portend real nemesis,
their own apocalypse.
I had a shoe that almost fit.
I was sure that this was it.
Flying by those subtle signs.
Thinking I was running out of time.
I heard your words, but didn't listen
I was broken, but not in complete submission
Thinking I could do things my way
And you'd bless me on that day…
But, I learned we have free will
The price was fierce, your blood that spilled
But, we’re not free from the consequences of sin
And it broke me from within.
Now i wait beneath the silence
Even on those days my mind is filled with violence.
Now I war with your spoken word
Walking out the things I've heard.
I'm not perfect, I still fall
But I know you paid it all
In my hurting, in my fears
I can feel you close and near.
Thank you for never giving up on me
It's your grace that carries me.
In my weakness you make me strong
It's your love that leads me on
You're aware and you do care
There are still things I do not share.
Cause they broke me to my core
You have seen all I endured.
Your patience humbles me
Calling me into my destiny
On those nights,
those demons try to steal my light
I press on, I know how to fight
They come back to try my fate
But they are met with something great
A holy vengeance stirs inside
Knowing I don't have to hide
They will regret what they did to me
Because my purpose is to see others free
From the torment and all their addictions
I now have these deep convictions.
I use my life, I use my song
To let others know they are not alone
I use my voice to help others breath again
For I have met my closest friend.
No one could ever take your place
I look forward to standing face to face
With the one who rescued me
From a life of shame and misery.
Who on earth could compare
To a God who's always there
I now see a reason to be here
You have wiped my every tear
Thank you for your wisdom and love
That comes from up above
Thank you for those times of corrections
They gave me this resurrection.
By: Sabina Nicole
He seems dizzy and sometimes very still,
yet she sees her father’s hand leave his will
and then connect the cheek of her mother
Yet still her eyes lead back to her father
Every night she sees her mother’s pain tear
It runs down and is wiped away in fear
Her cries fade with the colour of her dress
The bruises on her mother signs of stress
Every day a child errands to the fridge
The key never to spill even a smidge
Her toil seeks to release his broken heart
and reveal to him his little sweetheart
Nothing can change her one love endeavor
Her daddy’s love her target forever
- inspired by Nicola's poem-
~Through His Grace~
(Star Of David)
*
Christ
Came and
Died for your
Sins and mine God
Sent his only Son
*From Heaven to save us all and give us life*
He died for us and did it all for love
Jesus died but on third day arose
He went back to Father again
Now He sits at his right hand
He will be back one day to Earth
His Word and all signs tells us of this
He died for us and did it all for love
*To save us all and give us life He did die*
God sent only Son
Cause He loves us
So much he
Sent Son
Christ
*
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January.7.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Star of David" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter,
aka ladydp2000, on October, 22, 2009.