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~  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.

J’avais pour colorer de rose le morose

Semé derrière moi des graines de sourire

Qui lentement se sont mises à mourir,

Qui dans le chagrin n’ont pas trouvé l’osmose

J’avais pour détruire la colère éphémère

Planté derrière moi un pommier

Qui rapidement se mit à pleurer

Qui perdit jusqu’au gout de la terre

Sur les cadavres dansent les grabataires

Et sur les tombes sales, la poussière

Poussière qui meurt, poussière qui pleure

Poussière qui hait, poussière qui se leurre

Poussière qui espère, poussière qui ose

Espérer voir dans la ruine fleurir une rose.