Surrounded by souls whose heart centre is closed,
the universe calls upon us to be kind,
for in this earth life test a question is posed,
that if we’ve broken free from our ego’s bind,
radiating love and light, we’ll understand,
this lesson prepares us for pastures more grand,
so our eye acceptant and our stance erect,
poised in the void we let bliss beats rise unchecked.
Sky of Hell
I look at the sky, eyes burning, wide,
Praying for mercy, praying for guide.
But the clouds spit fire, the winds conspire,
The weak fall silent, the vile climb higher.
The rich grow teeth, the poor bleed bone,
The honest scream, but scream alone.
I call to God, voice cracked, undone,
He answers in silence, or maybe in fun.
Does He not care? Or does He see,
How long we dance in the devil’s spree?
The crooked take crowns, the rightful kneel,
The world a blade with a poisoned steel.
I curse the sky, spit words of flame,
Yet something whispers, it’s part of the game.
A test, a trial, a cruel, dark hand,
To see how long we’ll bleed in this land.
But even as doubt claws at my mind,
Some quiet hope still stays behind.
For though His silence cuts me deep,
I trust His justice does not sleep.
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....
Slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me,
your voice is more than a cover song;
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback,
just promise me that you’ll have fun;
Your voice is more than a cover song,
I’m dying to lick up that intensity;
Just promise me that you’ll have fun,
it’s nothing if what’s left is morose;
I’m dying to lick up that intensity,
soak beats with blood on my wrist;
It’s nothing if what’s left is morose,
music’s here to elevate the vibe;
Soak beats with blood on my wrist,
as I inhale this once in a lifetime set;
Music’s here to elevate the vibe,
please let me be the first to listen;
As I inhale this once in a lifetime set,
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback;
Please let me be the first to listen,
slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me.
Skunks were sent here to test a couple of our five senses-if we see them we run, if we smell them we run
With ink and mind, a future bright,
In education's noble fight.
For every child, a chance to soar,
Equity's flame, forevermore.
The curriculum, a vibrant stream,
With skills for life, a modern dream.
Assessment's lens, a wider view,
Beyond the test, a world anew.
From home to school, a hand to hold,
Engage the young, their stories told.
Empowering teachers, hearts ablaze,
With knowledge shared, in countless ways.
Early seeds of literacy sown,
A love of reading, fully grown.
Mentorship's bridge, a helping hand,
Connecting minds across the land.
After the bell, the learning thrives,
With extra help where knowledge strives.
Reading's joy, a treasure sought,
In cozy corners, battles are fought.
Bridging the gap, a digital quest,
For all to learn, and put it to the test.
Data's compass, a guiding light,
To shape the future, ever bright.
Together strong, hand in hand,
With partners joined across the land.
The public voice, a chorus raised,
For education's cause, forever praised.
Let minds ignite, let voices ring,
In Literacy's Land, the children sing.
~ Oh Wondrous Christmas Day ~
( The Tree)
~O~
Day
Of joy
Filled with Love
Celebration
Birth of our Savior
Time of cheer and good will
World proclaim His majesty
Christ is Lord and King eternally
D
A
Y
OF JOY
~o~
Christ
Jesus
Came today
Sent by Father
To bring us all joy
Died for your sins and mine
Rose and lives now in Heaven
Christmas time is all about Him
C
H
R
I
S
T
JESUS
~O~
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2023
December.15.2023
'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
"The Tree" is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka Ladydp2000, on September, 20,2009
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So now Faith, Hope, and Love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is Love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
- Abraham Lincoln -
~O~
"Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love."
-Francis of Assisi-
Love is so strong yet love is so insecure.
It takes your heart for a ride then it can leave it at the door.
Love can bend the mind like no other power on this earth.
Love will test a soul to see just what it’s worth.
Love can break the barriers of any man made curse.
Love can find the weakness of the strong or the perverse.
Love can give stability to the foundations of the earth.
Love can plant a seed and watch it grow a thousand times its worth.
Love is the beauty of light in the power a flame.
It can provide a light that softly glows through your life or it can burn right through skin.
Love is worth more than any mortal life.
Love is the power of the sunshine and the moonlight of the night.
Love can silence the strongest mind or make the weakest mind sing.
Don’t ever pick a fight with love or you could lose everything.
Adversity Was God’s Tool Of Choice
Written: by Miracle Man
12/19/2021
At times God has lead me,
where days were dark and unsettled.
While I experienced these times,
I was always found somewhat nettled.
It’s only when I’ve been dissatisfied,
weak, or experienced another failing.
That my heart sought comfort,
from adversity that was prevailing.
Adversity was God’s tool of choice,
suffering, I moved past my ability to cope.
Through adversity, I allowed God in,
I needed someone to cast me a rope.
“Nearly all men can stand adversity,
but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.”
Abraham Lincoln
When the wife took the Test à Cull
She said that the whole thing was bull
A fact she found
Flat on the ground
After giving the test a pull
A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior submits to God, body, mind and soul; A worrier is anxious and uncertain of the outcome; A warrior takes rest in knowing all God's will be done; A worrier may look to God when things don't go their way; A warrior consults with God each and everyday; A worrier depends on their will and determination; A warrior depends on God through Jesus Christ's salvation; A worrier resent's and allows thoughts to turn barmy; A warrior repent's backed up by heaven's army; A worrier is afraid; A warrior is fearless; Which one will you be? A prisoner of the ways of the world or a spirit that is free? - No temporary experience, in life is a guarantee; Allow God to lead your life and control your destiny.
Deliberately debating a debilitating disease,
Excruciates and exacerbates existential ease.
Loquaciously lugubrious her lacrimonious wailing,
Instilled in me an ignominy of incongruous assailing.
Galling in its gargantuan, garrulous gainsaying,
Hypocritical hyperbole it goes without saying.
Tormenting me with tales of her tinnitus tintinnabulation,
Forced me to fulminate with ferocity and damnation.
Until, unambiguously, I uttered my interdiction,
Life's too short and your lassitude would test a Saints benediction.
~ Coloring Is Fun ~
( Whitney's Kiss )
Coloring
Books, are great fun
So many
Are to choose from
Just awesome!
For all moods, taste
Get one, two, three, maybe more
Color away, sky, indoor
It's much fun. Learn,
Pick Colors
I just love it
Soothe mind, soul
Relieve your stress
Books bring joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2018
January.16.2020
'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Whitney’s Kiss " is a poetry form or style created by Janet Vick.
It is 14 lines with syllable counts of 3,4,3,4,3,4,7,7,4,3,4,3,4,3. The 7 syllable lines rhyme. Any subject.
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
- Abraham Lincoln -
i stood
in front of
the stairs
staring up
at the facade
i was actually
there though
thinking thoughts
i aughten have been
there even though
i was there so
i had to try
to find
the line
of reality
so i
pinched
myself and
found
i was at
the bottom
of the
stairs
Witch Hazel failed her flying test.
She crashed her broom.
The worst marks in the wicked west,
they sealed her doom.
Her magic was deniable.
Her spells were unreliable.
Too low, too fast, I would assume.
She crashed her broom.
But Hazel wanted to be best,
the brightest bloom.
With lots of practice, she progressed
and shed her gloom.
She took the test a second time,
but struggled as she tried to climb.
Police blamed alcohol consumed.
She crashed her broom.
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