Long Visions Poems
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Your echoes reach me
though they travel from afar,
over oceans and vast mountains,
no matter where you are.
Oh how I long to linger
in their warm embrace,
caught up in the raptures,
seeking visions of your face.
So in dreams I go searching,
to claim what I so miss,
the comfort of your body,
the hunger of your kiss.
The sweet sound of your voice,
The echo of your sighs,
How I long to hear it again,
And to look deep into your eyes.
The memories of your loving
are etched on me inside,
stirring up sensations,
from the passion of your ride.
Oh how I long to taste you,
to return to ecstasy,
to calm this raging storm,
and quench this need in me.
I am often amazed by the similarities and differences between angels and faeries.
Thus, I pose the thought that the two might be related.
They both have roots in ancient, European storytelling.
I often imagined some faeries lurking in the greenery and around trees.
Such visions gave me tons of smiles when I felt down,
But others imagined how and why my imagination carried me
Away and around the bend, all over the town
In my head, up its own digital hillsides.
I often imagined some faeries lurking in the greenery and around the tree.
So nice it was to stretch out with fantasies on a tablecloth upon the ground
In my pastoral world with the sun coming down at the end of the day
Such visions gave me tons of smiles when I felt down.
Intellectuals challenge the fantasies of dreamers who live in such a way
Because angels and faeries seem but children of the imagination
In my pastoral world with the sun coming down at the end of the day
Faeries certainly represent incantation in green, blue, and red
Angels represent the holy life in white, full of light
Because angels and faeries seem but children of the imagination
They were juxtaposed in Piemonte the other day, the angels of the church
With the faeries of the shopping mall, like sweet sisters of the extraterrestrial world, the colorful ones on earth, and the golden-white ones in the heavens.
In my mind, the two danced to great heights
As they were like sisters, arm in arm, playing games with my mind
Angels represented the holy life in white, full of light, whilst faeries
Represented playfulness, peculiar preliminary writing prompts of prime importance.
~Authors And Writers~
(American Diamante)
Writers
Work hard
They write well
Excel in all that
They do and
Love writing
It
Authors
Love sharing
A great story
An excellent novel, poets
Enjoy writing poetry
For us
all
Poets
Write with
Heart mind soul
Put lots of feelings
Love visions in
Poetry they
Pen
Authors
Publish beautiful
Romantic love novels
Inspirational biographies history thrillers
Poetry books that
We all
Enjoy
Today
Take time
To read something
New, learn something nice
Books can teach
Everything to
Anyone.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
February.12.2016
~Authors Notes:
"The American Diamante" is a style written not in syllables, but word counting.
My Favorite Things comes to mind...
a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing all sense
visions and nightmares and hallucinations
erudite arguments, odd fascinations
old geezers fondling memories of things
most folk would not to mixed company bring
inchoate ramblings of damaged young minds
bubbled through water and cardboard box wine
audible groans from the web server host
these are the ones make me giggle the most
shouting in vacuums, a riotous void
pontificating, or mildly annoyed
grieving, believing, or weaving a string
virtuous outburst that don’t do a thing
rants about orange man and all his mean tweets
and, yes, “Let’s go, Brandon” to make things complete
guns, poo, abortion, yes, all are discussed
sometimes the thin-skinned bail out in disgust
side by side, posting, the sage and the fool
the wise in their youth and those starting to drool
bleeping our excrement down on the page
somehow it all seems to soften the rage
when the bard shouts
when the muse screams
‘bout covid or Vlad
we’re at a computer
with just poo to fling
and that makes me laugh a tad
**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise**
In lands where dreams were forged in fire,
A tale of strength, of fierce desire,
From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb,
Zimbabwe’s spirit soaring through the sands of time.
A currency’s fall, a lesson steep,
Where once was value, now shadows creep.
Yet brothers and sisters, with hearts aflame,
Have risen from ruins to reclaim their name.
Across the borders, they sought a way,
With every rand, they’d chart their sway.
Determined souls, they harnessed the grind,
While others indulged, their vision aligned.
In taverns dark, where laughter flows,
Their laughter echoes, where no one knows
That diligence crafted on foreign ground,
Now boasts of success that astounds the town.
“Oh, they take our jobs!” is the weary cry,
But it’s passion and grit that lift them high.
While some chase vanity, or fleeting thrills,
The Zim hearts beat strong, finding strength in their skills.
From cleanings to braids, they’ve mastered the art,
With every endeavor, they've played their part.
Boardrooms and mines, a tapestry spun,
Where barriers crumble, new futures begun.
Look closely, dear neighbors, it’s time to awake,
From slumber of habits, it’s change that we’ll make.
The bars and the bottles won’t fill us with gold,
While wisdom’s embrace maps a future more bold.
They carry in pockets what we too could claim,
Values that flourish, igniting the flame.
So rise, South Africa, from shadows of doubt,
See the wealth in hard labor; let the spirit sprout.
Success isn’t stolen; it’s built and it grows,
On sweat and on tears, the determination shows.
In unity’s strength, there’s a chance to thrive,
Let’s learn from each other, let the best of us drive.
In the heart of our struggle, let’s sow seeds of trust,
For in every challenge, there’s power discussed.
Rise up and awaken, let visions collide,
In the next Zimbabwe, let our hopes coincide.
Digging into and detecting deep roots gives me a thrill.
Though raking up the foregone quarrels is a tiresome drill,
Values I have lost in the name of modernization,
Traditions that, like ancient hills, succumbed to damnation...
Should threads of exuberant cultures be quickly broken?
Isn't repristination an existential token?
These broken vessels of my ancestors... these torn garments,
Each has its fingerprints of involvements and debarments.
Would the spirit hovering around these yet be chased out?
Don't these cups that touched their lips have an endless silhouette?
Each rusted shoe of lost horses has tall tales to tell.
Of curses of petty kingdoms and kings, that, on them fell...
The processes and procedures of progress proceed fast.
Changes, as though perpetually changeless, seem to last.
Temples, mosques, churches, synagogues, Jinjas—what else is left?
Towers, bridges, forts, ramparts, glamorously cleaving clefts
Quality and quantity have, now, quickly shaken hands.
Don't, yet, covertly clouded hopes construct castles on sands...
Thick layers of dust and dirt constrict entire peripheries,
of principles of pristine prophetic epiphanies;
These should be removed! Truths, like the galaxies, should brightly shine.
May past foundations pave fraternal paths for a sacred shrine;
May virtues, values, and visions fill the veins of the past,
Flow flawlessly through blood vessels, cells, and the heart at last!
Does it still exist?
Walks in the park
Seeing lights in the dark
Sparking conversations
Helping in different situations
Sharing your thoughts , and your dreams
Building a foundation , becoming a team
Waiting to hear the telephone ring
Talk for hours
Fall asleep on the phone
Wake up still thinking about
Tell me does it still exist
Me and you !!!
Chorus
Does true love exist anymore
Do guys still open doors
Take you by the hand
And just dance
Can you give everything you got
Does true love still exist or not?
Verse 2
It takes alot of hard work
And trying , because if you don't the relationship dying
Do people still date, I mean go out
No Netflix and chill , that's not the deal
Find out the interest of each other
Make it happen do it for one another
Do we pray for each other that works
Wipe the tears from the hurt
Put a smile on each other face
A love like that can't be replaced
Respect my decisions and my visions (that's dope)
You give me hope
And don't get it twisted I'll do the same for you (that's true)
You are the re to my mix
Tell me does it still exist
Chorus
Does true love exist anymore
Do guys still open doors
Take you by the hand
And just dance
Can you give everything you got
Does true love still exist or not?
Hook
Does it still exist
A love like this
(Repeat 2x)
Chorus
Does true love exist anymore
Do guys still open doors
Take you by the hand
And just dance
Can you give everything you got
Does true love still exist or not?
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
08/29/2021
(free Verse)
My soul and his are binded by ageless
And borderless miles of dreams, floating
Inside my mind by centuries of unfulfilled
And caressed wishes still shimmering in waters of blue.
I still belonged to this earth,unbounded with dreams
Wrapped up in coils of graphite and gold.
Dispersing all kind of wishes to dreamers with
Dreams from early love visions,and kingdoms untold,
As disguises his face for me not to see, who's
Behind the mask, as he's meant to wander untied, and
Carefree,to all those vast and green hills,that I see down
Below,and as a butterfly myself, boundles I go happy running to him.
As he beckons me with his hynotizing and forceful stare,
To which only in dreams I could have had ever conceived,
As he kisses my lips so sweet and offers me to come to him,
In death, sadly I had to decline, also with tears in my eyes.
Because I still belonged here, bonded so much to the earth,boundless
But still, tied and sewn to this mortal body, by fragile threads...of gold
© Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2003-2008
November,17,2008
Form:
I sought a seer insight. In shadows of despair, I'd dwell.
Hollow and burdened by life's sombre knell.
Hopping for whispers of a future bright and fair,
Or a spurt of hope amid my current wear and tear.
Heavy steps dragged me to fates mystic door.
Mind ablaze with potential truths, fears to the core.
Yet, unprepared for prophecies that could shatter my dreams,
For in human nature, hope and doubt entwine, it seems.
Staggering, I met the wizard's scrutiny gaze.
His smile held a cryptic message to mirth:
Desiring only a glimpse of life's gentle rebirth.
He blew a tempest of air upon my weary face,
Whirling visions of my past, present, and future grace.
In turmoil, I glimpsed a struggle, fierce yet grand,
A future alluring, yet battling quicksand.
Gasping for clarity, I sought to break free,
I yearned to forge a path where my spirit could be.
Moments later, guided by his mystic hand,
I glimpsed the barriers hindering my life's strand.
With fiery resolve, I faced my progress bane.
Burring down obstacles, breaking every chain.
A newfound lightness lifted my soul's weight,
A burgeoning hope, a chance to recreate fate.
On my journey forward, the wizard's image stayed,
A guardian in shadows, a debt to be paid.
With each step I took, purpose burning brightly.
I'd perceive my return to rekindle the light.
As destiny would have it, a call broke the stillness,
An open contract, a promise of brilliance.
The wizard's due, my first earning, paid in full,
A phoenix rises, from the ashes, a hopeful lull.
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim