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“Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet
The unique landscape of life mesmerizing,
shrouded by the serene seclusion screen,
spreads the sensation of surreal stillness,
swathes me as I wander on my lonely journey.
The rippling breeze of spring beguiling,
captivates me with its charming cadence.
My essence roaming in the tranquility terrain,
gets suffused with the aura of rhapsody.
I walk on the fawn forest path meandering
through the shadow of the ancient trees,
shedding the wilted golden foliage of the fall
at the end of their verdant time.
My footsteps crumple the pile of leaves rustling,
making the morose music of aloneness
for my timeless journey within,
I am yet to finish.
At the sunset time trickling away unrelenting,
I saunter at the periphery of my livid landscape
toward the hazy horizon of obscurity,
to reach the eternal sanctum of serenity.
Flushed by the final flash of twilight tinge enthralling,
I am walking the last mile
on the remnant time-track to be traveled,
for the desolate journey in the domain of destiny.
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March 5, 2023
Word Chosen : Journey
Contest : Writing Challenge - "J" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
In the realm where chaos takes its toll,
There is a soul that suffers from madness.
Behind iron bars, locked in a jail,
Yet within a mind where dreams are endless
But don't brood, there is a safe refuge.
This anxious soul finds peace after the deluge
In a quiet nook, afar from sadness.
The egg-white omelet is a staple for slackness.
And every morning they gently bake their toast.
Spread thick strawberry jam such a coat.
A simple pleasure, a luxury they allow.
To brighten their days and calm their blow.
Because in this world of chaos and despair.
Lonesome fear may follow them everywhere.
But in their hearts, they have a special trust.
A love for the earth, a never-fading hope or disgust.
They watch as children pass by, innocent and free.
Wishing to join their carefree way
But they understand the path they must tread.
Their calling is to explain and portray.
They teach with grace and a gentle touch.
The wonders of life and the beauty that can be found
They show the children the power of love.
And how to navigate the depths of the ground.
With hands in the soil, they dig and sow.
Planting seeds of hope and possibility.
The water and sunshine nourish their growth.
As they tend to the garden with gentle humility.
And as the flowers bloom, a sense of wonder fills the air.
The realm of chaos transformed into a space of awe.
Poised between love and grief, they stand,
In this realm of chaos and despair,
The night jitterbug’s its way into morn.
The car seat’s awash in burger rappers, torn.
A lipstick stained paper coffee cup sits
precariously on the dash, backlit.
The windshield takes a direct hit
from a large storm-tossed stick.
Dana Scully, beautiful Irish lass
of copper hair and blue eyes looks good
even in the green light of the car’s dash.
A dog howls. Dana glancing in the rearview mirror
she sees Zombies rising the sound track reeks terror.
“Mulder…Mulder,” she whispers into the cell phone!
“They’re here….” She upholsters her gun, as she hears his tone.
Laying the gun on the seat best her,
she backs the car over the nearest ghoul.
From behind a crypt another comes
with a mouth full of cat and fur.
A car speeds to a screeching halt beside her door.
Mulder arrives, a bit late, but what are friends for?
Dana, heroine extraordinaire leaps from the car,
she covers her partner. He doesn’t have to come far.
Without a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her shirt
she saves Fox’s bacon and leaves Zombies in the dirt!
~ Same Life Spinning ~
( The Blitz Poem )
~0~
Everyday I see it
Everyday the same
Same looks to me
Same but its not
Not same at all
Not from this view
View it all the way
View it from there n' here
Here it goes again
Here it comes
Comes up and down
Comes all around
Around is all it takes
Around is the way to go
Go do it once more
Go make it right this time
Time is not what we have
Time is gold and precious
Precious and important
Precious when we have
Have and appreciate it
Have it on our side
Side is what it takes
Side is in my hands
Hands that do lots of things
Hands that I use
Use all the time
Use everyday
Everyday to do my Art n' Writing
Everyday to do this and that
That I need to do
That in all I can
Can and want to do
Can and need to get
Get with Gods help
Get it I want right
Right is what I think
Right is perfect
Perfect doesn't come easy
Perfect is not the game
Game is not right
Game is what they play
Play and play all the time
Play with my head
Head needs a break
Head is just spinning
Spinning and very fast
Spinning and turning
Turning
Fast
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2019
December.05.2019
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The ' Blitz Poem ' is a poetry form or style created by Robert Keim.
Words Not For The Faint Of Heart
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright
In the realm where my story takes flight,
Lies an enchanted garden, bathed in soft light.
A place of magic, where dreams come to play,
Come my little children, I'll take you away.
Through gates of ivy, where whispers reside,
To a world beyond, where you can hide.
The air is sweet, like a lullaby's song,
As petals of roses, dance all day long.
Crystal clear streams, like silver threads weave,
Through emerald carpets, where shadows recede.
In the heart of this haven, secrets are told,
Of love, hope and dreams, in their purest form, gold.
Through twisted tree trunks, with faces so wise,
The sun's warm embrace kisses the skies.
Hear laughter and stories, from hidden nooks,
Where ancient tree roots, make earthy books.
This is a place, where your heart finds its wings,
Where every joy and sorrow, that life brings.
Is painted with colors, bold and bright,
In this enchanted garden, forever in sight.
So come my little children, let's wander and play,
In this realm of wonder, where dreams hold sway.
With open arms, I welcome you all today,
To my enchanted garden, where hearts find their way.
Death arrives when sorrow takes flight,
Even the game shivers when played in fright.
A wound so strange, a pain so new,
I pledged my soul to the beloved’s view.
I longed for you, that was my claim,
Fulfilled at last—by your leaving’s flame.
For years a lone star graced my skies,
It hides away, yet returns through goodbyes.
What would it mean to have it all?
I lose my reason when things do fall.
Know the strength that silence keeps,
Restlessness grows when complaint speaks.
Cling to truth and let it stay,
The heart grows dim when joy decays.
O my companion, still your fire,
The world won’t burn from my desire.
For God-search to truly begin,
we first cleanse heart from stains of sin,
by gentling each thought, word and deed,
in prayer, going in within.
Poised in stillness, renouncing greed,
ego cravings we cease to feed,
thus invoking the grace of God,
voice of truth beginning to heed.
We trudge along and as we plod,
joyful since giving love our nod,
bliss magnetism ignites our form,
the touch of God, leaving us awed.
Grazed by currents both cool and warm,
we yield; bliss takes us by the storm,
ego dies, we become the flame,
with heightened vibrance heart’s new norm.
We seek nothing and have no aim,
knowing life impulsed is a game,
played in mode embrace and release,
there being no demons to tame.
When wayward thoughts totally cease,
formless presence flows like the breeze
and in the void we wingless glide,
outcomes any, always at ease.
Trusting God, we enjoy life’s ride,
knowing He’s close, in heart inside
and in timeless time, we see Him,
He, on Whom, we’ve always relied.
His cold dark hands grip around my heart
Squeezing and squeezing, pulling me apart
I spend every passing day in this cruel hell
No longer a girl, just an empty shell.
The whispers follow me everywhere I go
Talking about things they don't even know
The legends, the rumors, none of them are true
Yet they seem to be real to only but a few.
He takes their words and strikes me with them
Treating me like im a broken, worthless gem
He locks me in my mind and throws away the key
Never again will I ever be free
His sick, twisted grin lights up in the dark
As this broken soul looses her spark
So well done Anxiety, take a bow
You have broken this girl
Nobody can save her now.
Each morning when I wake up
I turn on my coffee pot
Then I go out to have a smoke
While my coffee is still hot
Each morning I say to myself
I'll throw that cancer stick away
But for some reason I keep smoking
As I go about my day
But today I'm going to try again
And really try to quit
Before it gets too late
And my body becomes unfit
So keep me in your prayers
And say a prayer for me
Then perhaps tomorrow morning
I'll wake up and I'll be free
From all that effin nicotine
That has controlled me all these years
Before it takes my life away
And brings my loved ones dripping tears
So I ask of you my friends
Who still wake up each day and smoke
If you'll try to quit with me
Because this ain't no effin joke
Then maybe tomorrow morning
We'll all begin to see the sun
And we'll live a little longer
For the sake of everyone