She let the glass fall with a flick of her wrist,
condensing the air to an acrid twitch
and rendering my vision to pinpoints as
I watch the reflection of her eyes careen to earth.
Will you reach your hand up to my cheek
and read the wounds you stashed inside my corneas?
Or will you stare at the echoes at our feet
until my hand reaches for yours
across this shattered display of moments?
~ PRAYING FOR LOVE ~
( Linked )
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Praying for Love
P
Love in this World
R
World Lord can change
A
Change with His Love
Y
Love Lord can bring
I
Bring in all hearts
N
Hearts be Transformed
G
Transformed with Love
F
Love, Peace, not Hate
O
Hate, evil, wrong
R
Wrong, sad, destroys
L
Destroys lives, souls
O
Souls, breaks hearts, men
V
Men need Praying
E
Praying for Love.
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
June.30.2020
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The 'Linked' is a poetry form or style created in 2008, by Erich J. Goller. (Vienna )
~ Best From Heart ~
( The Blitz Poem )
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Just spreading Love Hope Joy Peace
Just hoping for the best
Best to happen
Best everyday
Everyday night and day
Everyday all the time
Time and time again
Time all around
Around comes and goes
Around up and down
Down play it all time
Down there you go
Go and don't waste time
Go and don't look back
Back you're again
Back you've come
Come and show me how
Come and lets talk
Talk once more
Talk and make it right
Right about us
Right as it should be
Be all between us
Be once and for all
All that is what I want
All that is what I need
Need that n' more
Need is all this
This can't be bad
This sounds so good
Good is to do it
Good is to see
See it all clear
See you at last now
Now at last
Now I can see you
You make me glad
You make me wait
Wait a long time
Wait n' much more
More I love you
More of your love I want
Want you night and day
Want you I shout
Shout your dear name
Shout it with all my heart
Heart and mind
Heart and soul
Soul
Mind
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2019<center>
June.30.2020
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The ' Blitz Poem ' is a poetry form or style created by Robert Keim.
Enslaving chains and wilderness pains
are broken on healing heavenly domain
plus graceful throne, envisioned.
Method upholds this marauding madness
aflicting us on earthly journeys through
wounded wilderness, deadly disdain
and frighful famine; distressing
humankind and nature.
Twisted minds and wicked souls
torment humankind on this earthly
journey through birth, life and death.
Yet, we came with nothing; and with
nothing, we depart to earth's dust.
Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to
hide this greatest reality from heaven's
green pastures, meadows and
river bed, unchained.
We follow this river path to oceans
lighted by divine mercy and unending
salvation; healing broken hearts and
bleeding, lost souls.
Lord, I'm on my knees again
Because the worst has happened
The death of a loved one
The loss of a job
I can't pay the bills
My wife no longer loves me
So I'm here today
Before the Lord of creation
The First and Last
And perhaps the best I can say
Is a hollow hallelujah
From an empty heart
“The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
For who knows
Perhaps by my suffering
Someone else may be blessed
Someone else might have hope
Someone else might see You through me
I can't see the future
I don't know the greater plan
But I believe, but I Know
That even in the hardest of times
I can rely on You to carry me
When I fall, let me fall into Your arms
Please take this broken life
This shattered jar of clay
And shape it into the man
That You need me to be
I trust You
I love You
And because of these
I know that I'll be ok
A thousand miles away
And once upon a time
I'd run the whole wide world
To put your hand in mine
I've waited for my whole life
And can wait a little more
For you to come along,
Someone I can adore
I've crossed the strangest countries
And weathered the wildest seas
Just to see your wondrous face
And fall upon my knees
I've ventured across the planet
It's tundras, deserts, and trees
But the greatest adventure of my life
Is: would you marry me?
come closer
can you see where the wind changes
run your taste over my tongue
stay alive and I promise something will happen
better than the tomorrow you have wished for us
clearer than this sky
even as I could follow it to clouds
come closer
can’t you see we are adrenaline
can’t you love even the days
our balance seems too thin
maybe we need to find a different ground
to hold us up
or some sort of magic to keep us standing
we are threads holding tight to your hands
connect us and you will see
how this can be everything
when we are outside in winter and
it is not as cold with you here
we are strings holding on to your heart
and when the world collapses we will
still
be
here
It's been a while since I've seen you, been a while since I've heard from you.
Your face is the one thing I can still see, and your voice is the one thing I can still hear.
Mentally, I saw you walking, but you passed me, and didn't notice I was there.
I tried to call out to you, but you didn't hear me.
Once, I thought I loved you, everyone else seemed to think I did too.
But all I felt went away very quickly, like I knew it would.
When I met you, I was happy, we talked almost always, and it was great having someone to talk to.
You were there, when he wasn't.
I appreciate and love you for that.
I've tried to picture what it would be like if I was with you, what it would be like if I was yours instead of his.
Would I be happier? Would I experience what I'm not right now?
So many questions, and so many answers which I haven't found.
Everytime I am alone, I feel some sort of sadness, some sort of emptyness.
Not that it completely has to do with you or him, but I think more to do with the loneliness I've been living with.
Making myself believe things could be different every time I find someone new.
But, you know how it goes, and how its gone for me.
How to walk away from something seems easy, but sometimes, people struggle even when they know they have to let go.
Being with someone new is something I almost don't want to do again.
I don't want to tell anyone else stories of my past, and how I once was.
I don't want to do things and not keep it to myself.
I've always been a quiet and reserved girl, I've always been you could say, overly careful about who I allow to touch me.
Doing things with him, I grew comfortable with, and something I became okay with.
Doing things with you, I've questioned, and thought of, something I would've had to grow comfortable and okay with.
Could I ever do things with you, can I see myself doing things with you, and would I ever see and hear you again........but this time, for real?
I look at how other girls live their lives, and sometimes think of how they handle being physical.
How do they allow themselves to give their all to one guy, and then another after some time has passed?
is there never any regret? Is there never any fear and doubt?
Where does the trust comfort and idea of being okay with it come from?
If things go wrong, how are they able to allow themselves to do it again, and with someone else who isn't meant to be their someone?
And off the topic I wonder, how was someone like you, able to seemingly fall for me?
I am a damaged broken record you see.
What is there to possibly like about me, how can one like me, and why?
Even after trying to be with someone for 5 years, I still don't know why he chose me........but then there's you.
Why did you pick me? why havent you given up? Why do you still wish to have me?
What is there, aside from the reason to do with my body, to like about a woman like me?
Au fond d'un vaste lac turquoise
Entre deux rocs et la tanière d'un vieux mérou
Git, sur un fonc couleur ardoise
Une pierre d'un vert oeil de loup.
Le fond des eaux éclairé par un soleil d'émeraude
Devent paisible, le sable dessinant
Des silhouettes en dansant.
Les algues, au plus profond
Ondulent paisiblement au gré du courant,
Maternant les alevins en les protégeant
Ah ! Il tarde à ces frais nouveaux nés
De partir explorer, vagabonder
Et découvrir sans plus tarder
Les eaux pûres, paisibles
D'un lac turquoise, vert au fond
Sous l'égide d'un gardien e son abnégation.