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The little Elf
All by himself
Was dancing in the wood
He was gloriously happy
As Elfin folk should be
Surrounded by nature
In all its majesty
As the little Elf was dancing
He began to sing
He sang very softly
As there wasn't much of him
Even though the volume
Wasn't very loud
The little Elf singing
Brought a happy crowd
An Owl in a nearby tree
Way up in the sky
Was so touched by the song
A tear fell from his eye
A dog stopped barking
So that he could hear the tune
The little Elf was in his element
Serenading the Moon
The Moon shone brightly
Enjoying every note
A Ferret looked all dreamily
At his girlfriend a Stoat
A cat purred softly
It was a Siamese
The crowd became thicker
It was getting quite a squeeze
All the animals in the forest
That listened to the Elf
All had private thoughts
They kept to themselves
Elves are mischievious
Naughty little things
It is very rare to hear
Elves softly sing
Sing he did so beautifully
Because he knew that he
Was on his way to marry
His sweetheart
A fragile Fairy
~So Very Softly~
(Rictameter)
Softly
Your sweet love comes
Bring all the best in me
There's love, magic in all you do
With you my whole being feels like brand-new
Your love illuminates heart, soul
Brings beautiful love song
Makes my heart sing
Softly.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.17.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The " Rictameter" is a very popular invented poetry form or style that just popped up on the internet in the last decade. No one seems to take credit as the source.
The "Rictameter" has a scheme similar to the Cinquain poetry form or style.
~So Very Softly~
(Rictameter)
Softly
Your sweet love comes
Bring all the best in me
There's love, magic in all you do
With you my whole being feels like brand-new
Your love illuminates heart, soul
Brings beautiful love song
Makes my heart sing
Softly.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
March.26.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The " Rictameter" is a very popular invented poetry form or style that just popped up on the internet in the last decade. No one seems to take credit as the source.
The "Rictameter" has a scheme similar to the Cinquain poetry form or style.
Haaaaa
(A sound made when you exhale from very deep…
Purposefully, completely, and intentionally.)
The best friend began,
the husband continued,
and souls… parted.
You spoke very softly, a whisper.
I wanted to hear every word, so I moved closer.
How can I make this easier?
How can I put a world of thoughts, in to a moment…
or two?
It is not fair, what happened to you and I.
We have been cheated. A life time passed us by.
We lived without knowing there was a chance…
a real possibility to be happy?
How sweet the memory of every moment,
I have spent in your company.
How my heart yearns to repeat every celebration.
How my soul wants to dance with you in heaven…
My best friend, I let you go, as I have no choice.
Yet, you have profoundly and completely made my life better.
It has been made whole by your presence, and the lack of it…
will be hard to deal with on levels I have yet to understand.
I thank the Lord, “He” gave me you. I wish that I had listened to him more.
He may have led me sooner … to your door.
I am too hard headed.
You always knew that.
Heavenly bliss
Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love
And were on their way to be wed
When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away
As both of their bodies, lie dead
But their spirits were both drawn to heaven
As they stood, in front of the gates
Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs
When Shawn hollered loudly “Just Wait"
Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn
And said "This is no time to tarry "
Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in
Without being properly married
Saint Peter replied very softly
"We don't do that kind of thing here
But if you're willing to wait,
“I’ll see if I can, get it cleared”
Three months went by, while they waited
Saint Peter, show up with a Priest
"I know it was slow, But I want you to know
You’ll be married Forever at least"
As the wedding was getting started
Shawn asked a question, with doubt
What happens here in heaven
“If this marriage just doesn’t work out”
A silent filled up the heavens
Saint Peter, was shaking his head
And once he regained his composure
This is what Saint Peter said
“It took Three Months to find a Priest
In this Heavenly Foyer
How long do you think, I’ll take for me
To Find you both a Lawyer
Looking out from inward heart
from sounding that fast beat
so sensitive needing keen ear
making movements by silent feet
There lies within such beauty
your inner ear hears so faint
but very softly it is there
it's presence feels like a saint
There's a fragrance so lovely
it smells like a scented flower
rises within you images so bright
feels touched by rainbow shower
No eyes could convey all this
the mind alone brings this all out
filling you with all sorts loveliness
this sublime beauty there's no doubt
Such marvels in one abounds
so beautiful takes breath away
you gasp for air in this moment
thinking it feels like eternal day
By Phan Tan Hai
The path you take home feels strange—
in your eyes, the road stretches far;
summer’s crickets calling,
stirring flowers across the miles.
In the trembling heart of our homeland,
send him a single message:
beloved, a hundred ants,
a thousand birds remember you.
Walk softly, very softly;
listen for the soul of the old town.
Clouds drift toward the farthest edge,
following a stunned and silent sutra.
When you pass the empty landing,
ask the old ferry for me—
did it drift with the white clouds,
carrying sunlight through the noonday hours?
Crossing that narrow stream,
look for me along the riverbank:
is the old reflection still submerged,
or has it floated off with impermanence?
White clouds cling to your hair,
cold as the springtime of youth;
the ferryman from last year
has drifted away like a dream.
Fragrance travels a hundred ways—
please light a stick of incense for me,
send it beyond the mountain ridge:
the scent of wisdom, the scent of the Four Debts.
I hear the doorless door—
the first lesson my teacher gave:
Nirvana has no direction,
where then do we place our steps?
His words I still remember:
there is no path to follow,
no Dharma to hold on to—
and instantly, you cross to the other shore.
A bird in flight is a mind-image;
its cry is also mind.
Impermanence sounds so cold.
— January, 2017
If I'm not allowed to fall,
I can't learn to walk
Through peace with falling,
I rise again in strong faith
When I climb a mountain,
I see its lowest point
By peace with the lowest points,
all fears dissipate
Even while traveling,
I long to stand still
Thanks to such stops,
the journey feels more intense
Deep below my strength
I sense there is softness
Thanks to that softness,
much stronger I am
Do I choose to shine,
it illuminates what seems dark,
not remembered and
overlong unseen,
When I embrace with love,
everything that once fell
returns to a state
of purity
And just as I stand still,
I long to travel
Thanks to the traveling,
my path unfolds before me
Narrow but passable,
enlightened by love,
so if I do fall again?
Then I can only fall…
very softly
The world lies silently sleeping
The day of judgement has come
This day is one of awe and wonder
But feared by many and none
I looked out across the seafront
The waters calm and still
Across the meadow was quiet
Nothing stirred on the hill
Everything was holding its breath
Nothing dare speak or move
Everything waiting, waiting
To see what it’s made to prove
Had we as a world, as one and all
Done enough to make it through?
Only the one who judges and knows
Could tell us what really was true
Fire would consume us all
Or feathers protect us from fate
Depending on the judgement
All we could do was wait
Then very softly from the sky
The feathers, through air and trees
The one who judges sent the sign
And everything moved with ease
The end of days as we knew them
Time to start over and new
The judge had passed his sentence
Repayment was now due
twinkle
twinkle
my little star
your shining
the brightest
of all stars
from loves heaven
you do speak
singing enchanting
so very softly
caressing in the deepest
floating one
into the clouds
i am your dust
sweet caster sugar
blowing beautiful on you
sprinkling
in the softest
of feelings
floating among'st the stars
they would wink to you
in a wishing trail
in a scattering
of magic dust
the moon smiles down
on such a beautiful face
blushing roses
hold the colour
in the scent
divine upon
the skin
lavender coloured words
melting sweet
smelling jasmine
warm blowing
a summer breeze
in the mind
speaking ever so softly
whispering to you
in the daisies
making for you a chain
i blow upon the wings
of a butterfly
my lips flutter
kissing a bouquet
princess
gentle landing
emotion
in happiness
a teardrop
a butterfly kiss
i blew it from the stars
passed the smiling moon
it landed on you
a planet
a fairy princess
from the frog
standing out
you do beautiful
in venus