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Growing up different, growing up sad
I was always watching this one kid who would make my day glad
I'd go home and tell my mom that he was cute
I'd go home and share with my mom my treasured loot
He's always been in my classes --- since day one
I remember telling my mom once --- she had a gorgeous son!
Over the years that passed, every day his gorgeous face I witnessed
However, to this day, I don't believe from me he's ever been kissed
Always too shy to talk --- but be okay with meeting between school rooms
Back before I was way too innocent to be interested in witches and brooms
But something always about this kid constantly brightened my strife
Infatuated about the childish dreams of one day becoming a big part of his life
The very few words --- I can't quite remember
But his name and face stayed with me and kept me warm all those Decembers
Years and years and years went by I no longer saw your face
But in my heart and head, the memory of you I embraced
Moved on and had a family with someone out of mind & sight
But for so many years I held onto you with a faded light
Something like eleven or twelve we noticed where we stood
But I moved and left you --- apparently it wasn't for good!
Found you something like 11-15 years later now
Moved on but held onto something powerful --- please don't ask me how!
You still never left my heart --- now as it comes back to me in visions & waves
The memory of you --- and the love that I should have a bit longer saved
The boy that I watched for so many years --- the boy I should have devoted to
Grows stronger as the days go by and the years that blew past and just flew
Lately as I fit the missing pieces of my life to make sense of what's true
It clearly makes perfect sense to me --- I should have devoted myself to you...
~In The Fall~
(Dorian's Five Eight And Five)
Summer's almost gone
It means that fall will arrive soon
And this is just nice
Leaves from the trees change
Yellow reds browns golden all shades
Leaves in the air float
In fall all things change
Different sounds smells all around
Thanksgiving we greet
Great food on display
Family get together to
Celebrate this day
In Halloween folks
Wear costumes of all kind some are
Scary some funny
Love Halloween too
Night full of fun and playing tricks
Kids ask for candy
Go out trick or treat
Enjoy night imagining ghouls
Ghosts vampires witches
Fall is great season
The weather gets colder and crisp
Fall is beautiful!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.31.2015
"Dorian's Five Eight And Five" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter,
Aka ladydp2000.
It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins all sang as the witches hummed.
Black cats did dine on tuna eyeball stew;
wicked Wilma brought her green bat-wing brew.
In the attic was held a wondrous broom race
and out back was a terrifying zombie maze.
Pirates and scarecrows arrived well dressed;
judges couldn’t decide whose costume was best.
Pumpkin ghouls climbed and played in the trees;
giant spiders spun silk and swung there with ease.
Greedy young goblins stuffed pockets with snacks
as children came by trick-or-treating with sacks.
The ghosts did a tango beneath a bright moon
and everyone knew it would all end too soon.
Just as the moon bid them all nighty-nite,
the sun it ascended giving vampires a fright.
Home they all flew to their dark coffin beds
‘cause you know, sunlight’s fatal to the undead.
Then the party disbanded with bellies all full
as among eerie nimbus pranced Taurus the bull.
Wilma flew off to the Witches Head nebula;
a scarecrow hitched a ride on the broom of Bella.
As little Spooks bedded down for the day,
hungry skeletons finished off the pumpkin flambé.
The bats all fluttered to their bat boxes, high
as grandpa Spook waved saying, “Next year, black tie!”
"Wishing Well"
Plain Jane blew her wishes
down a wishing well
Lit long white bless'ed candles
dipped in holy water
Brackish
Crocodile tears from Hell
Witches hold hands together
Stand united
show and tell
Plain Jane
knows her subjects inside out
Sisters plain and simple
holding hands
united
standing by the
Wishing Well
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They're polishing their broomsticks
and sharpening their hats
Catching little spiders
and feeding them to bats
Howling at their cauldrons
and cackling to cats
Cradling wooden stir sticks
and babbling for spats
Mixing up their potions
and yelling out their spells
Rebelling that they're no good
and relishing their Hells
Rising up to bubbles
and thinning out to steam
Cautious of the vapors
and crazy as a meme'
Holding out for new moon
and precious as it seems
Coddling for the season
A Thresh's Halloween!
I wrote this poem based on one I found
on the internet by Lillian Moore.
Here is her version of the poem from
the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles
Poem about THEM
THEY
polish their broomsticks,
sharpen their hats,
catch some spiders,
feed the bats,
try out some yowls
with all the cats.
THEN
witches are ready for
YOU
KNOW
WHEN!
-by Lillian Moore
What a girl wish
I keep her words as a sharpener into my art of
Soul the blade of her beauty
Scratch my wounds
What a girl wish is as hard as hard like to measure the deapth
Of sea in a moon light
Silence is a kind of hymns like
With us for her day and night
Only to know by her like a
Feel of wind
Her wishes is like a nature
of girls happy that she never
Stab behind me like a witches
quality
What a girl wish is not the issue because we all in a
cycle ofcultural society of
love and lust
Eyes gets blank after the drink of her single drop of her tear
into my peg of drink............
What a girl wish remain a question for me till any of the
Girl will tell me by her kiss
To my peg page
Thanks dear all
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Tis the Holiday Season
To shop for no good reason
It is for Him, we are told
But those tales are getting old.
They want you to actually believe
In the 'Miracle Money' They recieve.
One thing said is really true:
That the Bible really did tell you
That He is the Shepherd that you seek;
His Followers- the Sheep; mild & meek
Must never question and must always obey
Or to be sent to Hell on Judgement Day.
Eternal flames you would endure
If your devotion is anything but pure.
Remember when 'Witches' were burned at the stake?
'Rebels'- they were burned for Loyaltie's sake.
'Blind Faith'- not to doubt His word,
For " He will take care of All 'Sheep' in His (Heard)."
The 'Fear of God' shall be bestowed
As 'the Dark Ages' has clearly showed
That if the Truth ever came about
Then the entire world would start to doubt,
As if to keep as little 'playtoys'
All the 'Great Leader's started raping little boys.
As young lads they are scared to die
As grown men they will never question why..
If the man states utter devotion
His wife will always second the notion.
The Devil is bad, yet it is God you Fear.
They tell you this, but you refuse to hear.
Time has come now the numbers still amaze
So many followers afraid to question Thine Ways.
Most afraid of Family or Friends,
Lives as they know them will find bitter ends.
A small amount may actually buy into it all,
These are the ones that get the Call.
Not even a single smidge of doubt,
They call themselves "the Devout."
They are trainable- can't you see?
Doing anything to live 'Eternally.'
The rest will continue to pretend to be 'Devine.'
For none of them are tall enough to carry a spine.
Beginnings were these days told before,
Leading into The season of 'always wanting more.'
Yesterday- Thankful for what we merely might hold,
Today- shopping to die looking for a pot of gold.
So the moral of my words I shall point out:
This day shall remain for the truly 'Devout.'
On Halloween night, do you dare go out into the full moon light?
Zombies and scary creatures are out there with their terrible sighs
your mind will be filled with such horrid delight, while witches on
their broomsticks will go flying by.
Darkness will be upon the street where you and others live
all Hallow's Eve is full of freight and always gives such a shiver.
Everyone at their door, trick or treat with their loud voices they give
and spooky laughter in a dark... dark room, they also shall deliver.
Masked faces and ghost every where you look, never
know if it is real or just a Halloween costumed look.
Your heart will beat wildly with such a loud chatter
and every time someone screams, all your friends will
scatter.
On Halloween stay close to the street light, for you may end
up in a dark and haunted graveyard before the end of the night.
Werewolves and vampires they say all live in there,
always walk with caution for you could fall deep into their lair.
A butterflied eye
blinking stars do shine
on every beating wing
as birds softly sing
to silver maned unicorns dancing in a ring
of dragons snapping webs of woven silk
In a swirl of clouds made of milk
a towering blue filled sky
high diving wheels do fly
on a hundred tuxedoed marching bears
humming out sweet honeyed airs
a hammering anvil octopus with tentacles uproarious
playing a melancholy song
on harps long gone
to sea depths of whales
clicking tongues with their tails
while dolphins do a trick to a metronomic tick.
Purple waves a thousand string bows
as I pull out a petrol coloured rose
from everybody's nose
children burst out a laughing bubble
on a policeman turning into a clown
frozen stiff with a frown
a bassoon the size of an elephant bellowing out such eloquence
with oboes and clarinets that slither and snake their way
blowing bugles into bubblets parping out little trumpelets
and saxophones rippling out dancing skeletones
that shatter cymbals and kettle drums into smithereens
blue tongued lizards fingering their zithers
And last but not least a thousand nimble mice who play piccolos on ice
The performance now takes on a darker tone. Is that a flash of lightning?
Do ominous clouds roll in across the sky?
A belated troop of grinning baboons
Sawing double basses
gnashing teeth and pulling faces
As I wave my wand to whistle forth a dark cloaked demon
from an infernal region
to hit grand piano keys bringing the crowd to their knees
blackened sulphuric fingers spread
Inspiring some unholy dread
as cloven hoof beasts clamour
and witches dance enamoured by yer fiery guest
who draws out hell at yer own behest
Purple Cat rings a bell and the whole artifice fell.
The reason we love movie stars is simple,
they're the celluloid glitter of Hollywood,
and we place them high on pedestals
like porcelain figurines!
They are the performers of fantasy,
capable of playing any part or portraying any scene.
We can cause unknown stars to go supernova,
with millions of likes on our computer screens.
And we love to post epitaphs for fallen stars,
following a lingering trail of internet sparks!
Stars are today's wizards and witches, able to fascinate us,
acting out our worst nightmares
or fulfilling our fondest dreams.
We cling to climbing stars on the rise,
fueling their ascension
with enthusiastic applause!
For stars hold a magic sway over our hearts.
They whet our appetites for the ecstasy of love
while exposing our faults, over and over again.
They know us all too well!
Adoration is the lifeblood of stars
trying to gain enough mass appeal
to morph into overnight sensations.
Stars entertain our collective hearts
as villain or hero, it matters naught,
we love them all!
(Free Verse)
July 9, 2018