White flags with invincible dots of black.
Dark clouds covering the sky's slack,
Hunting down every tear shed
only to end up faking the perfect smile.
Lines; lining up to make longer lines
in queues of different shapes of life.
Lines; lining up in ascending order
in comparison to different stages of life.
Longer; it increases,
As life pierces with spears,
Then sobers up in tears.
Long — longer than infinity,
With past passing batons,
Creating different seasons,
From falling to rising,
To rising to fall,
Then failing to succeed…
Longer; again it increases,
Fitting into each season,
With happenings happening for a reason
Because
He — the Maker — takes these long lines
to mould the perfect shape
That will align with the lines needed
To make it all radiate at the finish line.
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
three parts giddy a quarter numb;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
Dazed rabbit diving down molehills
not at all curious about the outcome,
rum and twenty dollar bills;
Relishing everything the taste instills
keyed up and devouring every crumb,
innate desire each one fulfills;
In a flash sensibility sours and spills,
licking the rim erasing humdrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills;
Spiced butter and enchanted thrills
with each drop madness can hum;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
The sunrise sobers and chills,
moonlight fades throwing a tantrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
innate desire each one fulfills.
The beer was flowing out of taps onto the floor.
The leprechauns were lying in it, singing weird songs.
I stepped over them on the way to the bar.
Patrick O’Malley recognized me immediately.
Aren’t you the one who sobers up that lot?
I stared at the mess on the floor and nodded.
How do you do it?
I was hesitant to give away my trade secrets.
If there are other Sober Masters, I might be out of a job.
If you can keep a secret, I will tell you.
I take them home to their mothers.
It sobers my soul to see Christmas end,
on its soothing presence I came to depend.
It will take practicing the love of the Son
to feel again the spirit of that immortal one.
It's earned by those who know He is alive
and strive to one day be at His side.
Mourn not the Christmas that's now the past,
cherish its spirit and year long make it last.
A commoner King usurps the crown
Marries a blueblood of royal renown
Drunk as can be, in an imperial mood
Orders the Queen to appear stark nude
Before his commoner friends, no less
She refuses, of course, precipitating a mess
The King has the Queen killed
Then sobers up and isn't too thrilled
At the loss of great beauty
For just doing his duty
To ensure that every man is king of his castle
Not subject to wifely disobedience or hassle
So, he holds a beauty contest, and the girl who won
Won't tell her real name, who she is, where she's from
'Til the day she tells the King that his right-hand man
Is plotting to kill her, her family and all Jews in all lands
Wicked Haman is hanged, and the Jews skirt disaster
The Holiday of Purim's today ~ May we never outlast her
According to Jewish tradition, the Coming of the
Messiah will cancel all Jewish festivals---except Purim.
Isn't it funny what alcohol
does to folks?
A man at the bar is so drunk
out of his mind he generously
spills some long-held secrets
of his, unbeknownst to him.
He gives up even some
his better half would kill him for.
He vomits them on himself
and all over his bartender friend...
who loves to gossip. Imagine that!
Realizing his obvious blunder,
he barks his admonition to her...
"You better not tell!"
Oops, it's much too late.
Poor fella.
Even before he sobers up
all his rotten secrets have been
laid bare. Everyone in and out
the bar, including his wife, knows.
Date written: 01/04/2020
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
garden hands caress
herbal scents intoxicate
sharp bee sting sobers
Copyright, July 1, 2017
Momma went crazy again
drinking up a storm
She just wouldn't stop
through night til early morn
She punched her new boyfriend, Tyler
Gave him a shiner that closed his eye
Tyler called my dad, he came,
to take me away for the night
Tyler looked at my dad
asking how did he do it
Dad touched me on the head
Said I was worth all the ****
Momma broke everything
but worse she has broken me
Tyler is a nice stepdad
I like him and he likes me
Don't know where I'm going
tomorrow seems so bleak
but for now I'm with my dad
I won't worry and will not weep
So today I am with dad
While momma sobers up
inside her broken mess
while her and Tyler broke up
~As The Clouds Dance In The Sky~
( Free Flow )
As the clouds
Move in the sky
I can see their shadows
Dance and play
They shrink and
Expand in diverse sizes
Till they fade away
Or change their disguise
Little by little
I recognize
A few shapes
Till they get lost
In the nights’
Sobers drapes
As the clouds
Move in the sky
I can see their shadows
Again dance and play.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
January.17.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
If poetry were a man
And he would be a man
As he exhibits all the symptoms of the most haunting members of that sex
On the one hand, a near-crippling arrogance, yet balanced by great likeability
He dons black vintage t-shirts and a bomber jacket
A girl in a red halter lights his cigarette
He drinks espresso as lesser men drink water
And the night, the beautiful night, is his.
With us, his poets, he intrudes with a strange codependence
And we respond with ready affinity
His favorite time to visit is 3 am
Drunk, of course.
We make the coffee
And as he sobers, he tells the most wonderful stories
As we wait, pen in hand.
Triumph all the way,
Because its my nephew's first year b'day.
Invitations sent to all via call.
I took initiation ,
As I wanted his b'day to be sensation.
All over the house decorated with radium paper;
And kids were provided with waffer.
Cake was baked by me,
It was very large to see.
Two days I went sleepless,
As I wanted his b'day cake should not be priceless.
Food stuff was ready to take a bite
And sobers can get tight.
My birthday boy came like a king,
Soon the doody head slept on cake before we could sing.
Ah!
Finally his b'day was sensational.
~As The Clouds Dance In The Sky~
(Rhyme)
As the clouds
Move in the sky
I can see their shadows
Dance and play
They shrink and
Expand in diverse sizes
Till they fade away
Or change their disguise
Little by little
I recognize
A few shapes
Till they get lost
In the nights’
Sobers drapes
As the clouds
Move in the sky
I can see their shadows
Again dance and play.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
November.07.2015
What if I told you the sky was purple
and that the clouds were really a dark green
could you imagine the luscious possibility
Or is your mind a reality check machine
Take a trip into your subconscious
maybe what you see is a dream
maybe the stars bleed blue
as red seeps into the ocean stream
We are taught as a child what to think
The language and colors of life
And not to challenge the system
Not to looks back, like Lot's wife
So imagine, you lay out in a field
Yellow grass sways in the wind
The lavender sky stretches before your eyes
and nature's balance hazily ends
Forget what you've been told
Forget it while you can
Before you become too senile
Because time waits for no man
The clouds are green I tell you,
The vast oceans are red
The purple skies adorn a silver moon
As it shines through the window near my bed
Sleep well love, because in the morning
The skies will once again be blue
After your imagination sobers
The possibilities become few.
He could be someone’s father
Or brother
Or friend.
He could be
The one to cure cancer,
The one who
Saves a child
From a burning building,
The one who
Sobers up
And leads
Others to
Do so as well.
But right now,
He’s a drunk
Who has probably
Spent all of his money
On booze,
The one
Who is ungrateful,
The one who
Won’t remember,
The one who will
Lose his life
Over a fallen shoe.
And you are the one
Who can save him.
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