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When an Amish village in Iowa once burnt down
Their brethren in Pennsylvania gathered round
They decided at once to put their own lives on hold
To their dear brothers' aid in horse-drawn wagons they rolled
You can imagine the delight on the Iowans' faces
When they heard the clop-clop of those horses' paces
Quickly they prepared a hearty meal for their guests
Then went to work together -- This was no time to rest
They rebuilt that village, house by house and barn by barn
You have my word: This story is true; it's no idle yarn
In just three short weeks, the whole job was done
So, the guests packed up their wagons and rode back home
In the event of a catastrophe like a flood or a fire
Insurance is something Amish do not require
For they live by an adage we'd be wise to remember
'I am my brother's keeper,' now and forever
We were four tough teens and one day at school we were dared
To spend a night in Hangman's Woods to prove we weren't scared,
We'd set up camp for the night then heard loud wailing and a moan
Sheer blind terror overcame us when we realised we weren't alone,
We ran as fast as our legs could carry us and we didn't look back
And made it to the woods entrance and there stood by an old shack,
Were our three so called school friends who'd set us up for the dare
They were laughing and pointing at us and all we could do was glare.
Written on the 25th October 2020
8 lines Of Spooky Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin.
Hopes and aims of today and tomorrow
In light of existence, may lead to sorrow
Siblings are taken, into account and viewed
In the overall picture, freedom is to be true
Where does one go, when one has to move on
Where does one work, for tomorrow to go on
When you reach an age, new lands you move to
The need for commitment, on the door you go through
Siblings, my family - the heart of my soul
They have to be, it's part of my goal
I am them and they are me
Where ever i go, they have to be free
Will today or tomorrow be then undecided
My children and me, we will never be divided
Time will tell, as all would be agreed
My three boys and one girl, are apart of me
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
~Just Be Thankful~
(Linked)
Just be thankful
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Thankful for all
U
All that you have
S
Have in your life
T
Life, love, God gives
B
Gives everyday
E
Everyday to you
T
You, all you do
H
Do in your life
A
Lifes precious gift
N
Gift from the Lord
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Lord loves us all
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All that's so true
U
True, He does, just
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Just be thankful.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
December.15.2017
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 )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
He spreads his wings and asks sympathy for his plight
He laughs but can't get ’cha if you put up a fight
But to get the whole picture
Let us look to Scripture
To find out about this guised angel of light
Day star you have fallen from the skies
You are the lord of the flies
Once anointed cherub
Prince of the power of the air thereof
The father of lies
Murderer, enemy and tempter
Dragon, the old serpent and salvation’s preemptor
Accuser of God’s people
Upside-down cross on your steeple
Uncle Screwtape was your mentor
Oh Satan you kleine duivel
When it comes to evil you have no rival
He will assail this kirk
As a sifting watchdog of the church
He’ll do anything, anything heinous to maintain his survival
Do not rail against him
The one who pales in comparison
As Jesus saw him fall
Like lightning from a pall
Luther said one little word shall fell him
The hiss-tory of this snake
Is evident in mistake after mistake
But when we assail
The gates of hell will not prevail
Against the war we will make for God’s sake
It is said that the Devil's greatest trick
Is to convince the world he doesn't exist
Well, ask Job what he thinks
About the Devil's hijinks
He'll tell you that the devil persists
(The ninth circle, Virgil and Dante the passersby
We find where Satan is tied
We also find Cain and Judas
Cassius and Brutus
And where all treacherous souls reside)
With my wiles I wish to keep Christ verklempt
It Is heard in the way I tempt
I am offering a shortcut to the suffering
Escape the buffeting and buffering
This is my appealing attempt
Bow before me, I will give You what is already Yours
I know Your hungry, but what's not mine is Yours
No need to suffer loss
Or to bring to the surface the dross
There is no true Way, no New Way, there are many doors
He’s one of the unholy trinities
Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Deities
From these three we flee
And the world’s philosophy
And all things that don’t engender peace
And it is peace as the final endeavor
Even Satan is not this clever
God dying in our place, He kept the law in pace (WHAT GRACE!)
Something the devil didn’t contemplate
This Jesus has secured us forever
I love a good cocktail party. Unlike a bar, you can talk.
After three drinks I believe in transformation.
I reconstruct myself from conversation to conversation,
editing my own footnotes like a controlled burn.
While some people arrive whole and fully formatted,
my personality just buffers, spins and refreshes.
Though I suspect everyone’s upgrading themselves in real time.
When someone asks me, “What do you do?”
I say, “I read a lot,” with no qualifiers or visible panic.
I think saying “I’m in school” makes me sound.. adolescent.
After three drinks, I like everyone
and I want to make them happy
- conversationally.
I believe that, at a cocktail party,
people should morally align with ambiguity.
No one should come in with ‘strong opinions,’
because if we can avoid fistfights -
these events feel like a success.
The worst question I can get, at any event starts with,
“Aren’t you—” because then I know they want to talk about my grandmère.
Peter, sensing wild and stormy weather, will pull me away with,
“Let me borrow you for a second.”
Sometimes, on the way home, I’ll practice my go-to cocktail sentence.
“I read a lot,” I say, repeating it like an actor trying to give it more personality
- so maybe someday it’ll be enough.
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Songs for this:
Hawt Heart by Born At Midnite
Islands of Men by Geese
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* guess where we went Friday night.
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
A commotion from potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
2019 September 19
the dreaded phone call came before seven on a cold Monday morning
my daughter calmly told me my three grandchildren were in a car crash
on their way to school
cold and icy the road spun them out of control
stopping only after sliding into a tree
the truck was on its side with wheels spinning
they looked back and the youngest was not there
she was laying on the cold grass beside the vehicle
they were taken to the nearest hospital for xrays and tests
the young one was air lifted to London with her scared Mom
holding her hand
the pediatric critical care unit in sick kids is an wonderful place
the care she received was amazing
one week later after sleepless nights and broken hearts
our little girl walked out on her own and came home
she sports a neck brace until her four fractures heal and make her stong
lucky is not a good enough word for how we feel
angels truly were watching over our children that morning
and we are blessed to have them with us
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
~God Is A Very Loving God~
(Double Tanka)
Gods a loving God
Never lose trust, faith in Him
He's always with you
Do not lose focus through life
Isn't easy but keep faith
Keep your hope in God
Don't doubt 'cause Lord can help you
Gods a loving God
Pray, He'll rescue you each time
Smile 'cause with God we can't lose.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.17.2016
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 begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life."
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The "Tanka" is a classic form or style of Japanese poetry related to the haiku.