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The land you grow on is His,
As water is, sunlight is;
And I'm but a care keeper
And claim to be no owner,
I raise crops blest by His bliss…
He says, heart gone to each plant,
Each makes him feel so pleasant
He strokes them with tender hands,
Two long-lost souls as old friends—
A friendship that feels no lent!
Wishes well, fruits and flowers,
Admires beauty of bowers,
To fresh buds, fragrant blossom,
With praise ever so handsome,
And keen advice he showers:
A season there’s to mature,
Heed to haste nor waste, be sure—
Enemies that kill childhood,
Cherish, long as lasts and good,
It helps old age to endure,
Nor wither before your time
Ere your growth reaches its prime,
He walks on to feel young fruits:
Never miss to thank your roots,
Growth’s fine, but roots only rhyme.
Seeds and leaves as do all else,
Each its success story tells,
Ungrateful O never be,
Be a proud offspring of tree,
Bear in mind till ring loud bells.
And whilst gardener's wards nodded,
A pregnant breeze, yon, wafted:
His nature is to nurture,
Not to heed, Nature’s nature,
Rare if advice is heeded.
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Musings | 03.03.16 |
Poet’s Notes: With loving hands and heart a gardener nurtures a garden. He treats greens as living beings, as they really are, and tends to counsel them with well-meaning words. But even from my not so sound knowledge of gardening I know: not to heed humans is Nature’s nature, a sentiment that reflects in the last two lines of this poem.
Bard of Soups Hearts
Brings joy to our days in so many ways
All types of poetry penned that amaze
Reading is pleasure one has to agree
Distinctly good are tales from history.
One who is well read, knowing a lot too
Fables that teach some what they never knew.
Side splitting poems, laughing till we cry
One’s never bored when this poet stops by
Uplifting, inspiring, motivating
Pleasing, delighting and captivating
Some sensual that sets hearts pulsating.
Here’s to the bard, may your poems live on
Every one an epic, second to none
Anyone with heart would love every write
Raising heartbeats like music of the night
There’s one further thing I should mention
Sums you up so surely - ‘tis perfection.
8th February 2021
Last two lines are the Bard’s own, from two separate poems.
~With The Lord ~
( Atrina )
Make all your dreams for you just shine
Follow his guidance, you'll be fine
His guidance follow, you'll be fine
Make all your dreams for you just shine
Make all your dreams come true and glow
Enjoy life to fullest and grow
Life enjoy to fullest and grow
Make all your dreams come true and glow
Thrive and keep thoughts positive, pure
There's salvation with the Lord sure
With the Lord there's salvation sure
Thrive and keep thoughts positive, pure
Make all your dreams for you just shine
Follow His guidance, you'll be fine
Make all your dreams come true and glow
Enjoy life to fullest and grow
Thrive and keep thoughts positive, pure
There's salvation with the Lord sure.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
May.24.2017
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 )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The " Atrina " is a poetry form or style that was created by Keith Metcalf Drew, and is a stanzaic poem of 18 lines, consisting of 3 quatrains and a sestet.
With all lines counting 8 syllables. Rhymed: AaaA BbbB CccC AaBbCc
The capital letters indicate refrain lines.
(AaaABbbBCccCAaBbCc)
The first and last lines in each verse are exactly the same.
The third line in each verse is of same words to the second line
The fourth verse the sestet consists of the first two lines from each of the three previous verses.
~ Thought for the day :
- - Salvation can't be found in anyone or anything else. There's no other.
Only Jesus. Only through Jesus alone.
Two pairs of opposite angles are formed
When two lines intersect
This principle must be understood by
Those who think they are the ‘elect’
We all have a ‘defect’ so all glory to the Lord as
We see the geometry of the Gospel
Since we all require blood
Equality is easily destroyed
Peter equals Paul
Male equals female
Please do not fail to see this in Christ Jesus
Christ is the vertex of the Gospel
He is our centre amongst the brethren!
Our geometry in Christ is glorious,
Simplicity joins us as we remain
Supplementary to each other by
Supplying Christ as the vertex of the Gospel
Moses equals Miriam
Female equals male
Do not fail to see this in Christ Jesus,
Two pairs of opposite angles are formed
When two lines intersect
Thus, let us not esteem ourselves above others...
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
i am posting this in hopes that those who entered my contest with more than one line of poety will correct their line to read as only ONE line.
One of my examples was this:
Accepting, diligent, and alert, I am dedicated and almost always amiably deliver.
The idea was to create something similar to a monoku. Right now I have received only eight entries done correctly in the contest, so you have until the end of February to revise your one line if you entered my contest. I made a blog,but I fear not many people will see my blog. MAybe more people will see this now. The title I would give my line is simply A D.
I had given a second example, but i guess I confused a few poets who believed I wanted two poems from them.
Please test your lines by posting them to see if they come out as only one line. If it does, I will give your too-long line an HM. Those who do more than two lines will get N/A. I guess i am someone who makes my contests too particular? So sorry.
That really was not my intention. I don't know how much clearer I could have been with my instructions . Hope people see this. Tell your friends in case they do not read nor my blog. Happy Monday!!
I must be bold and brave.
By not being stuck in yesterday.
And just dance on a wave.
Look fear in the eye is what I crave,
By letting courage have it's say.
I must be bold and brave.
I long to come out of insecurities cave.
Being victorious is the only way.
And just dance on a wave.
I want to be free before my grave.
Conquer my past before I start to gray.
I must be bold and brave.
Farewell "fear" I'm done being your slave.
Be a warrior come what may.
And just dance on a wave.
You took my self worth, but never gave.
A fighting spirit is what I now pray.
I must be bold and brave.
And just dance on a wave.
7-8-16
Villanelle
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
Third Place
A letter arrived in my mail - two lines -
From someone in a very distant past,
Like a faded dream in my existence,
Like an aching happiness,
always remained in the heart,
A friend, I didn’t see for decades,
but felt the presence, no matter what.
Those two lines brought everlasting memories,
Like the resounding waves from the immense ocean,
Reminiscences of amazing days,
recollections of unforgettable moments.
Minutes passed, hours, and an entire day,
My mind was occupied with one thought -
of an unconditional Love.
My past, a different era,
surrounded by illusions,
restrictions blocking judgement,
I let go the ultimate truth of my life,
my oasis,
Blinded by unexpressed emotions,
Following a mirage,
Life stopped.
Years and years of separation,
Now those two lines made all the sense,
From the depth of my heart,
A creeper-like craving emanated ~
a yearning I could not deny ~
And so I wrote ...in reply,
A Poem.
October 11, 2020
For "and so I wrote a poem" Premiere Poetry Contest (Placed 6th)
Sponsor: John Lawless
It happened on an ordinary afternoon.
In the quiet kitchen I was busy like a masterchef,
moving unnoticed with self-poised dexterity.
The intent was to cook a perfect silky tomato soup.
I reached for the salt, instead grabbed the sugar jar,
sprinkled a generous amount into the saucepan.
The smell changed instantly, sweet and wrong.
I grimaced, added more spices to mend the mistake.
She walked in then when I was at a crucial stage,
for the recipe required a vigorous whipping,
I was practically dancing with the saucepan,
holding a large spoon full of half-cooked soup.
As she went past me to reach the cabinet
I spun around to ask her to taste if the salt is ok,
ended up holding the spilling spoon over her white skirt.
The only sound I then heard was the soup hitting her feet.
I didn't say excuse me or I’m sorry,
instead, thrust the spoon toward her mouth,
murmured, tell me if it's too garlicky and salty.
I could still make the tangy taste right.
She ducked under my arm and silently walked out,
leaving me with the dripping spoon.
I wondered if I should hand over the kitchen
solely to my wife, for I felt that was not my place.
Note : I am not an accomplished cook, but I often try to do some
culinary experiments. I chose this moment and the situation
because these were quite embarrassing and awkward for me,
for my wife used to tell me to not mess around in the kitchen.
The hardest line to write was “ I didn't say excuse me or I’m sorry”,
because at that upsetting moment I wanted to divert her attention,
doing and saying something else, but actually I wanted to say sorry.
From the first draft I removed the last two lines of the last stanza where
I said I should spend more time in the kitchen to be an efficient cook,
but replaced them with the two lines as shown, a realization that I think
was pragmatic at that time.
O barren one, sing out, break forth in song!
Prepare a room, no, add a wing to host
the children that you’ve waited for so long!
Your offspring will inhabit every coast!
Lift your sweet face, o spurned, deserted, scorned!
Let go your indiscretions of the past.
For I, the Lord of Hosts, have you adorned,
and tightly, with compassion, hold you fast!
O city, desolate in smoldering waste,
your rebuild has commenced this very hour!
Your enemies are routed, flee in haste,
for I, the Lord will stand watch in the tower!
Recline, put off your burdens and abide;
come all who thirst, drink deep, be satisfied!
(from Isaiah 54)
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I originally wrote this as a sonnet, but entered it into a contest with the last two lines expanded to a quatrain and classified it as a lyric. Trying to collect all my sonnets together, so I'm adding the original...
Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?
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1/6/2020
Poetry form: Quinzaine - "The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement." -shadowpoetry.com
1/6/2020
FFI Blg Series 56 quinzaine
Brian Strand, sponsor