Long Treasure Poems
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your love is the perfect way to the sun
when you find comfort in my arms, i feel like i've won
i never want this moment to end
this love you spread all over me makes life itself ascend
never have i ever had a love that made me feel better
clever in every endeavor is all measures of your precious treasure
the earth feels so perfectly radiant when your smile consumes my soul
i am so grounded and perfectly balanced....therefore in complete, proper control
you rewrote the book of my mind when it comes to Natural Fun
indeed you mean the world to me....your love is the perfect way to the sun
I came along with high expectation
And hopes of grandeur, instead defacement
A ruined mass of fallen structure
Displaced gray stones in random stature
A mist alighted like a screen
A passing shroud that blurred the scene
And when it lifted a man I saw
Standing by what seemed a door
With hand he beckoned fervently
Responding, I sensed his urgency
I entered the ruins like a ghost
And followed with awe my new found host
He cast my mind back to an age
of decadence, richness, hard to gauge
My eyes receptive, I was beginning to see
Its many rooms now clear to me
I stepped into a hall with floors of marble
And sweeping staircase, a sight to marvel
A gallery of oils adorned the wall
The face of my guide appeared in them all
He smiled at me as I gasped in wonder
At the treasure to view on which to ponder
Porcelain, tapestry, it had the lot
Even a dance floor for pavane and gavotte
Four poster beds with embroidered drapes
The smell of must was hard to take
From mullioned window I glimpsed the lake
With swans and ducks I make no mistake
Manicured lawns and statuettes
Embraced the lawns like silhouettes
Reflecting the atmosphere at this time
A faraway bell had started to chime
What happened here I asked the man
Squandered by me and the rest of the clan
We waged a bet and sadly lost
It all went, at such great cost
The toll of the bell was getting louder
He turned to go, he was losing his power
Fast fading before my very eyes
Now in the ruins and the demise
I browse the toppled masonry
I sense his smile, his presence, his waving hand
Once garden, in place the moss and ivy grow
With sad reflection I turn to go
Blowing a kiss
to Heaven
A missing piece
of my heart
In the ceremony
of my life
my judgement impaired
A chalice
of love and hurt
Buried deep
in my soul
Heaven forgive me
my angel
is there with you
I pine my love
Praying you keep safe
My little treasure gift
oh merciful Father
If only I could swap places
I surely would
A piece of my heart
Forever will be yours
as I carry
you with me
In life
my little baby
The life to heaven
you have the power
of an angel
Now my beautiful baby
You live with me forever
In my heart and mind
Heaven's angel
is with me
Loan me your wings
To fly to thee
Friends For Rent
In nineteen fifty-nine, back in grade three
I was friendless, just too uncool
So, I came up with a plan to turn me
Into the most popular kid in school
Monday morning my mom gave me a quarter
To buy milk at school for five days
But I needed to disobey her order
Though I’d learned that crime never pays
I bought ten licorice Whips and five Pixie Stix
Before school at Mike’s Candy Store
Then I added ten Jawbreakers just for kicks
As I had a whole dime left for more
Before class on the playground, I gave my treasure away
To every kid in my grade, I could find
Even Jim the bully had good stuff to say
Finally, I had friends true and kind
With friends I was finally pleased and contented
But they hadn’t been bought, only briefly rented
Written 3/2/22
Where do I begin,
within a deep, intricate ravine of what I have seen,
where I have been, to the breathing, living hell.
Down there, it’s a knife’s edge,
A broken ledge, where defeat becomes foundation,
the destination that leads to transformation.
Devastation, fuel for impossible imagination.
Broken down…
Piece by piece…
Torn open into a million species.
Cuts so deep it releases,
revealing truth, untouched, unrepressed,
completely undressed of all that’s come to rest
I am bleeding…
healing…
Feeling…
Down there, I found a treasure so rare,
I dare use words to bring to life,
what was once resting on the edge of life’s knife.
But a seed spawned and the roots cracked through,
twisting…
existing between what grew and how I knew you.
A new mind was born from this ancient storm,
A new heart, warm…
Absorbed in the fall…
Oh, what a sensual experience after all.
I brought the shadow to the light, I witnessed your bare,
Vulnerable…
Fervent…
My darkest servant.
You are my idol, epitome of my life.
I treasure thy memories,buried deep in my heart.
I cherish that warmth as a toddler,
When on your chest I slept .
I miss your fingers caressing my hair, as I wept.
I admire that hug as I excelled in exams,
I miss your temper as I annoyed you with my pals.
I adore those moments when we shared ideas on
humanity, education, nation and politics,
I miss those times when we celebrated
days and events.
I felt dejected as u relinquish life,
Tears go dry in abysmal sorrow,
Now as I recapture in retrospection,
I have nothing but to embrace your memories............
You are my sole inspiration,
I miss you deeply, dad !!!!
Written on
In loving memory of my father,
and dedicated to him
Now for contest- Father's Day
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
Placed at the foot of the mountain
Thunderclaps and lightnings
Treasures buried in the zenith
A journey no man doth dare
One foot forwards, three feet back
Raging winds and biting frost
Coated in the smut of the snowy beasts
Bathed in the blood of conquests lost
Still he places each step forward
Relentless. Tenacious. Dexterous
Foot planted like the oak tree
Majestic in the dust of the enemy
With each step, he moves forward
Balls like steel, he refuses to yield
Drained of the blood of his humanity
Filled instead, with the guts of a billion men.
Still he moves. Each step forward.
Thunders like the neighs of a million horses
Cut with the edges of jagged winds
Covered in an avalanche of ice.
Yet he moves. Courageously.
Crawling like the desperate viper
Each step now like a plea to the heavens
Groans like a woman in labour
But he moves nevertheless
A shock to the distant stars
Making the sun shine in cheer
And the sky to dance in tears
Till he reaches the top.
One hand placed on the treasure.
A man, unknown, reaches the zenith.
Relentless. Tenacious. Victorious.
St. Patrick’s Day
Just touching the boundary of my land
A pair of bold bright deodar trees stand.
Precious treasure
My bliss, my pleasure.
Closely attached with branches hand in hand.
Shedding leaves since end of February.
Both show skeleton in haste and hurry
In first week of March,
Sure! No need to search.
‘Next, gorgeous green to come’: Compulsory.
Wonderful! Every year, seventeenth March.
Tiny tender leaf buds peep in each perch.
Time to greet in gay
On St. Patrik’s Day.
Pair of trees in verdant veil on green arch.
03/14/17
Re-edited on 03/04/21
St.Patrick's Day Contest by L., Milton Hankins
(Rhyme)
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear! and there's no other way.
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands,
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity! His love is so Grand.
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all,
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense.
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God! Because He's in control of everything you can and may not see,
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,02,2014
The Voyager
From this mundane world I'd sail away
To become a voyager, eager to travel.
My body would follow my heart away,
Seeking riddles I've yet to unravel.
With canvas unfurled, I'd launch my scheme
To navigate waters of an unknown sea.
On a vessel built of my romantic dreams,
I'd start a journey to set my soul free.
I'd not bother to chart a map or course.
It would not matter which direction I go.
Mysterious winds would be the force,
Guiding me where they choose to blow.
Perhaps in the wake of Ulysses the Great,
To find the fantasies invading my mind.
I'd place my trust in the hands of Fate,
For only she knows what treasure I'd find.
I'd stand at the mast for eons of time,
With salt spray etched upon my face.
Ready for each wave my ship would climb,
I'd await the next adventure to chase.
October 2015