word queue, saturn rings, mongeese, kidnapping

Poem Strings




-saiom shriver-




Like bees around a bloom
many thoughts swirl
in a writer's brain.
Is it a mystery that
they line up obediently
in a queue to be penned
one word at a time?




The rings of Saturn
make one desire
a cage
rather than infinity.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko: If one is
used to a cage he will weep for
a cage. (written after visiting
a mink concentration camp
in the US as there are sable
ones in Russia)




There are veterinarians
who don't release
pets brought to them
until a bill is paid
in full.
Imagine what would
happen if a human children's
hospital did that.
It is the polar opposite of
the Hippocratic Oath.



Seeking refuge
under wild
mangering trees of mango
Hawaiian mongeese
hide from trappers.



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There comes a time,

when nothing fits,

nothing works. 

It is in this time

that words seem lost,

and ideas evade.

What shall be done?

How to take the 

cork out of the bottle?

Perhaps a walk, a jog,

and a jump will suffice

to shake it loose. 

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Speech can be a masterpiece of artistic creation,

Elegant calligraphy, decorated with the odd heart-flutter flourish,

Fingers working, dancing, pounding on ivory keys, 

The smoke from a handsome mouth drifting through mahogany halls

As though from a fired gun. Dust settling after an earthquake. 


I cast myself in my plays, 

Too immersed to retract from the action, 

Too selfish to watch another fertilise the seeds, 

Too inflated to see my words applauded to another, 

"That's the theatre!" "That's life!"


People care little for Mona herself, 

Only for her master, his talent unbound. 

We praise not sunflowers, but their gardener insane. 

Shakespeare was lucky, the devil of devices, 

But the new world has eyes, not ears. Not brains!


I cannot see the target but for dazzling light, 

Heat and heart working furiously to fuel those pretty-penned words, 

I'm dashing or thrashing, whichever is box-office smashing, 

The multi-skilled wonder man of paper-in-hand, 

I love the stage and I love my plays, 

In most, I play the devil.

Abdul Alhazred


Alhazred was born in Yemen,
Traveling in the known world;
Amassing lore and legend,
And the tales of the fiends.


A writer and a poet,
He was educated much.
Geometry, algebra, Alchemy
And magickal incantations' need.


From the cup of occult knowledge
He drank deep...
Driving a normal person
To madness or beyond.


Alhazred was once a normal man,
With desires like we all can.
He was Arab by birth,
With a pale skin in rebirth.
Being labeled the mad,
As he was once a dad.
But had to eat his child,
By the King of the Palace's might.


He wrote down the Necronomicon,
In more than one song...
The obscure, the forgotten,
The suppressed, the rotten.
Never meant to be read;
It causes insanity with speed.
Not interpreted rationally,
The thoughts cause a rally.


Alhazred was insane,
By the lore he learned within.
But he wrote clear,
With many a tear.


The state of the Universe,
In reality suspense;
Plaything of mad gods at best,
Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.


Humans dare not dream of this,
For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.
A warning and guide this book is,
And by the Djinns you do wish.


Alhazred died, not a mystery,
It is written in history.
In the marketplace,
He was erased.
By the Demon from beyond,
Who wanted him gone.
Blood upon the sand,
There he was banned.
In broad daylight,
With many a sight.


He meddled with evil things,
With beings with wings.
He is now dead,
After he bled...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Mad Poet.

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From Light to Poem

Going with sight to the dark caves of minds,
Away from the stress of the modern days.

You glimpse suddenly a wandering, fast moving white light,
Hides everywhere and you want to hold it.

Traveling urgently to your hopeful soul and zealous heart,
Asking for their strongest torch of undying light.

With the blink of eyes within your eager inside,
The strongest light welcomes with love the white.

Words start to be written finally on the papers,
Like raindrops set finally on the drought lands.


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~Apollo And Daphne~
(Eight By Four)

Apollo's first love
a beautiful
maiden that when
Apollo saw her
in the woods fell
in love with-but
Daphne fled from
him just frightened

Apollo was in
such hot pursuit
that when she felt
his breath she screamed
at her father
the god Peneus
who just changed her
into a tree.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


"Eight by Eight" is a poetry
style created by Alvin Otto Stewart.

JUST WONDERING(Rhyming Couplets)


~Just Wondering~
(Rhyming Couplets)

You left me a long time ago in such an intolerable suspense
And to me nothing made any sense
Trying to find the broken pieces of my heart again
Only took its toll, and this augmented more my pain.

Everyday I wonder why some many bad things have to happen
Going through so much sorrow just deepen
So many of my emotions and opened more my wounds
Healing comes gradually sometimes just by writing with my pen.

You went somewhere, you just left me and I have to let you go too,
Why did you leave me like this, after all that we’ve gone through?
You tossed away everything that we have had for so very long,
I hope that you know by now that what you did was cruel and wrong.

Sitting here today I can’t help but to wonder most of the time about you
Recalling all the wonderful times we had, when your love was true, to me.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000




~Your Love~

Your love can thrill me
give me lots of delight
your kisses are like honey

For you I am living for
and for eternity I'm yours.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000



TOMORROW (Quatern)



Yesterday just came and left again
And now it seems just like a dream
It'll be memory in my brain
That may bring sunshines happy gleam.

I just try to enjoy'd what I've got
Yesterday just came and left again
Think I can make it on the dot
I know the effort isn't in vain.

If I can only follow Gods plan
And don't get stuck in the past
Yesterday just came and left again
With all its ups and downs fast.

Everything has its bad good days
Now left holding more memories
But 'morrow sunshine just hopes raises
Yesterday just came and left again.

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000