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Naked David is extremely sexy:
oh, how magnificent is his young body!
Was he sculptured to shun shame and deceit?
Should he be dressed accordingly to meet
a certain social code of decency?
Naked David broadly appeals with his attractive traits:
chest, arms, face, glance and mighty warrior legs;
he was chiseled out from a very cold and massive piece
of marble: no soul touched it as if it had a disease!
David's vibrant youth is ever eternal, unlikely ours!
Naked David is the reflection of that innocent age,
his endearing look increases his imposing appearance;
is it embarrassment or a denial of sexuality?
Michelangelo was marveled at its grandiosity:
he created a stunning statue that emanated elegance!
Naked David ignores looks of lurid disgust,
many would cover him up, not only to repel dust;
would he project his angelic beauty to admirers,
and to us who shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies...
that need clothes to hide that specific private part?
~Doing What's Right~
(Sonnet)
Many seek "stardom" by destroying their self,
To get into the so-called media-spot light,
But Daniel achieved this in a better way,
When he and his friends did what was right.
When captived by a ruthless invading nation,
It was unlikely they'd be heard from ‘gain,
But the godly men distinguished themselves
As very intelligent and truth worthy to begin
And when the King had a dream that his wise
Men couldn't repeat nor interpret to him,
He condemn them right there to death,
After a night of prayer Daniel got a gift.
The gift of interpreting the King's dream,
As God made Daniel part of his royal team.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,17,2015
He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.
This latest theft, stole more than just my money,
It took my soul and left nothing to spare.
With little remains to even fight back with now,
My defeat is final; the white flag is in the air.
Any strength once known has been exhausted;
Chains of despair are left hanging to drag aside.
My new companion is known only as poverty,
Rarely sharing much to diminish the pride.
Looking inward, I seek to learn any lessons,
That could prevent this from happening again.
Although my next thought dwells on any value,
Since my recovery is so unlikely to even begin.
Could this be a lasting piece to the puzzle,
Where survival rests upon those who steal and take?
As if this culling would thin out those weakened,
Leaving those strong enough who want to stay awake.
This may be the greatest hardship that's unseen,
When those can steal what they don't even see in the heist.
So while this theft isn't pawned or even brokered,
The damage is often beyond what is normally priced.
In the middle of the night I wonder
Pondering what truly matters
Entertaining notions of afterlife
The hours the months the decades
A lifetime on earth is but a speck
Lost in an infinite galaxy of stars
The illusion of time standing still
For our significant life of earth
May be a riddle a joke a satire
The tears the joys played out
Confined within oceans of melodrama
Lost in the grand scheme of the universe
Theatrics bubbling and churning
Might we be unlikely amusement
For some mysterious audience
I like to imagine spectators cheering
Every time the spirit amid the rubble
Creates beauty love and compassion
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 12, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT N sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Something exceptional in this
world of written words we once shared
Minutes turned into hours spent
opened hearts soon had cared
Consequences meaningful or
at least they were to me
Nights you spent in my dreams,
from you I could not be free
Craved your music evermore,
your voice did not deceive
Knowing the gentle touch of our
lips would be heaven to receive
Special moments scribbled back and
forth left an everlasting impression
Ultimately accomplished only
left me to then question
Still generously and unhesitatingly
I relaxed walls I built
Realizing the extraordinary
good fortune not guilt
When you left soon my words
lost meaning soon it was unveiled
Tidal volume of pain within
me as i then exhaled
Unique love unlikely,
possibilities were now dismissed
Leaving me heartbroken,
dagger in my chest as you twist
Somewhere deep within the machinery of life, in the nearly unfathomable growth and division-by-replication cycle, one was not like the others. And then, an unlikely pair… A cascade resulting in an avalanche, all within the mysteries of a slice of DNA, a gene. She is remarkable, a thing of true beauty, and her perceptions of the world were never mine, but they are altered by this wayward spark, this catalyst that propels her outside the lines of “normal”. She is perhaps the most loving of the five, will curl up in your lap and stroke your face and flash a smile that tells you all is right with the world, and yet she lags behind her younger sibling, at least in the ways we finite creatures mark and measure our reality. But what I have come to understand from our Designer is that everything is done with the utmost care, with exquisite attention to detail, and this leads me to believe that he was not daydreaming when he formed her. Or if he was, she was on his mind, and on his face, a smile that tells you all is right with the world…
tragic perfection ~
the true tragedy lies with
a flawed perception
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for the Like A Child Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
written on 07/16/2022
Guarana Mo!
Most of the follow
wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
Did they say it round the tree?
Was it the initial-peek-a-boo?
Was it said with diamond-degree
or with rhinovirus achoo?
Was this thing called love catching?
His youthful looks and ruthless-hanky
and her wavy brunette sway fetching
before love sickness got too -panky.
A linen cloth could have harbored
the germs from which no antitoxin.
She’s amused by whistling on starboard
and forthright first-sight-neurotoxin.
Later, they stare into empty space.
She used her ring for scribbling.
Gin was her tonic, a cold head case.
His knuckles, not her ears, nibbling.
An unlikely spark brought them back.
They wrapped arms around the oak.
Surprised by touching fingertips, smack
of lips that mollified disparaging gin-soak.
His debonair looks and ruthless-hanky.
Her wavy snow-white sway, fetching.
Battling love sickness with its -panky
Forever-after-lips relentlessly catching.
It tells a lot about Prez Trump,
Long shall US carry this lump
And long shall show the scar--
Long as lives Polar Star,
A burden on its back as hump.
Yet, it also tells us a lot:
Its pillars stand on righteous spot,
That, its top court can be
Firm as to disagree
With who so has White House well fought.
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Happenings |19.01.2025| USA, political
Poet’s Note: Notwithstanding what this ditty says, one might believe, Trump will have to endure embarrassment of being a felon as president. Unlikely alas. He will not only own it, but brag about it. Most likely, both him and the courts will be tested in future.