I know my clothes are a little crazy.
It’s not because I’m lazy.
I do care about my looks.
I just don’t read fashion magazines and books.
I prefer to make my own style.
Even if it’s a bit wild.
How do I explain?
How my style is not so plain.
A leopard sweatshirt.
I don’t like skirts.
I do enjoy pants with stripes.
A pair of shoes that have pictures of kites.
A scrunchy covered in colorful squares.
Socks that are unmatched pairs.
My style is ever changing.
I like the rearranging.
When the wind is strong,
Off comes my hat that I wear wrong.
Some people stare.
Some ask me to share,
Some fashion advice.
I don’t need to think twice.
I tell them to decide with their hearts.
I tell them to close their eyes as they fill their carts!
The strawberry moon’s in season;
June nights are so sweet a reason
let’s be a bit of a heathen;
A period of deletion
sunlight and stars left uneven;
Due to that dark sky’s depletion
we bathe in a later sunset;
It’s no secret celebration;
Summer sends gentle perfumed air
nothing else can really compare;
Tendrils of flowers in her hair,
into dramatic eyes we stare;
Taunted thunderstorms are so fair,
you can’t control them so beware,
Enjoy fruits brought to the table;
For unstable you should prepare.
Power you can’t bottle and sell,
magick is not something to quell;
Her heels click just like a bombshell,
able to fuel and cast a spell;
Toxic rumors grow and dispel;
Throwing judgement without intel,
they scream furious ‘Burn the witch!’
She flipped a switch so very well;
Wildfire licks at backwards language
ingrained from a very young age;
The four corners consume their rage,
energy goes on a rampage;
Countering with the truth’s message,
it cleans the air with soothing sage;
Seeing through all their false idols,
young disciples control the cage.
Waterfall chandeliers flood me
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;
Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle;
The poise of so polished a yell,
moody flow rings just like a bell;
Top tier can be hard to handle,
I sure as hell am no damsel;
Blink you’ll miss the kaleidoscope,
branding my slope so radical.
In the arid grasp of a withered plant,
The hive appears forlorn, its dryness stark,
Yet within lies the nectar all relish and want,
Nourishing sustenance, a feast to embark.
A facade of chaff and wax, so unassuming,
A fragrant lure that entices the birds,
They gather eagerly, their beaks consuming,
Sputtering and squawking, their appetites spurred.
Satiated and vibrant, they clumsily take flight,
Leaving behind a fragrance that lingers in air,
Other creatures in spiral attraction alight,
Drawn to the honey, sticky and rare.
The bees, encouraging, they dance and they sway,
Surrounding the hive with a sense of calm,
Fire and vermin repelled, kept at bay,
As bees collect honey, sweet and warm.
But hidden within this cycle of bliss,
A web of relationships harbors deceit,
Surprising is the hive's ultimate abyss,
Its destruction revealed, a bitter defeat.
Confusion befalls the bee, homeless and lost,
Just like my love, once steady and pure,
Shattered illusions, a heart tempest-tossed,
Leaving emptiness, a love insecure.
I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be one of one
I put on plays with my words
Something to entertain the crowds that have heard
Stories of people who push higher
Like a group of three fighters
Each one of them spoke
But it’s the frog’s vessel that croaks
Or a story of a fox
That only knows nine tales
But the one where a child wails
Is the one that’s spoken a lot
I say things with my style
But I don’t know if it’s fire or not
I do seem to strike people
So lightning and thunder’s my thought
Cuz I write my emotions in a clap and flash
Like a sword creating its gash
One quick motion full of its own dynamics
But it’s entry doesn’t make a sound
My words never miss their mark
There’s always a place they’ll be found
They say I got my own style.
I say it's because I been crawling for miles.
Life's ups and downs has made me so versatile.
I'm trying to stay sharp using my mistakes like a file.
I know the way that I write is not really ideal.
So I just write what I want and however I feel.
And with nothing to lose everything I write is for real.
If there's anything left you can just send me a bill.
I'm broke but l know how to bend.
And I've learned that trust is earned so I only kept one friend.
I write every poemsic on my phone so I don't have a pen.
I have no room for drama so when it comes my way I mark it return to sender and send.
I write rhymes that flow like a river.
Carrying my words that I want to deliver.
Guess you can say Lil Gary's a giver.
Filtering life's hard times just like a damn liver.
I hope I'll be around for a while.
And I hope everyday I can share my big smile.
Waiting on the day a publisher will get my number and dial.
And say damn Lil Gary we sure love your crazy real ass funny new style...
There's a promise big and steep
In my heart I'll always keep
Never to make others cry
I will do my best to try
Every day to be kind
Helping leave troubles behind
Even for a little while
A sweet word or happy smile
Can make all the difference to
A stranger or a friend who
Might be in a gloomy place
Leaving them without a trace
Of hope thing will be OK once more
You can be the open door
They walk through leading them
To a happy place again
Troubles come and troubles go
Wouldn't it be great to show
Some kind of compassionate
Non hatred that would fit
Into everybody's day
Making sorrow go away
That is why I say and do
Happy things when talking to
People on line or in person
Never leaving pain or hurtin'
Words that causes harm
Just old fashioned girlish charm
Showing them people still can
Care about their fellow man
~Just Come To Me ~
( In My Style )
My love
Just come to me
Don't make me wait anoth'r day
You know I always love you
Come to me my love hurry up
Come to me my love hurry up
You know I always love you
Don't make me wait anoth'r day
Just come to me
My love
My dear
Love you so much
You're my love, dream and joy
I am so in love with you
Promise my love will never part
Promise my love will never part
I am so in love with you
You're my love, dream and joy
Love you so much
My dear.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
May.22.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
" In My Style " is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 in 2012.
I'm no floozy bimbo
on a movie screen
my breasts will never grow
and I'll never be obscene
I'm not hard and cold
in soul and heart
I'll never be too bold
nor tear anyone apart
I'll never follow
society's trends
my head isn't hollow
my personality never bends
that's just not my style
I live authentically
so shut up and smile
and let me be me!
I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's N/A
by JTCurtis lol.
I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed
Don't think I will move for a while
The wind is howling and it's lashing outside
Getting cold and wets not my style
I'll just turn over and close my eyes
And catch a fews zzz while I can
I have nothing important planned for today
And it's not the weather to try for a tan
I wonder how long before I'm disturbed
By a barking dog or the slam if a door
Maybe if I try and cover my ears
It will drown out the sounds even more
I can feel the heat from the radiator
Penetrate the fur on my bed
I love that my humans have spoilt me
Oh, I'm a cat or hadn't I said
So many people ask my why
my lines are so hypnotic
and why my eyes cry for the world
I learned a lesson as a little girl
Music took the pain away
in a way that I never really understood
But somewhere I found my rhythm
and it felt good
I learned to enjoy the breeze
I learned to smile when mama would sing
I copied her vibe
but when my vibe came to me
The words would resignate as a song
but when I opened my mouth
it became poetry
I claim full responsibility of this gift
When the sun rises and the moon resides
I thank the Creator for this shift
Melodies became attached to my DNA
in such a way that the process
where jazz, blue and hip hop relate;
poetic tendencies were relative to my mind state
Music is my soul
But poetry is the gate
smitten with her smile
can only await this trial
with her down the aisle
My life seem to be coming together
My heart is placeing in peices it never
I got my school right
I prayed and ask GOD what should I do about my life
He answered and said "Don't worry every thing would be alrite"
Now I'm sitting here happy, sad
All in one, so confused
My life to great to be sitting up here being mad
Emotions running high, No worries, No more pain
I'm just a little worried
One sec I'm okay the next sec my mind is going in sain
I'm just a kid thats trying to find my way out
But I know it'll be alot of good, bad
And I'll deal with it
Every thing will be alrite
Thats why this is my life!!!
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