Sunrise breaks with dazzling hue
Air is sweet and wet with dew
Your heaven opens before my eyes
The sky enquires, the earth replies
The work of life begins again
She never tires, no thought of end
Millions of years to perfect her song
Unbroken until we came along
Senseless actions, greed and lust
Turned the paradise to dust
Animals that were precious jewels
Wiped from the slate by selfish fools
Air and water, ground and food
Poisoned in the name of good
We didn’t see the gift we had
We’ve lost it all, it’s just so sad
Mother can you forgive our sins
Take us back and safe within
Your loving arms from where we came
Please take us back with you again
We nuzzled warmly at your breast
We learned to pass your live here test
We took your heart without a care
We laid your paradise to bare
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Deep In The West there is a place
A testament to Darwinian grace
Thunder under scaly feet
Roam the earth once more
CABAZONIA!
Home of beasts primeival
Eyes aglow at dusk
Climb inside, a dream made reality
A visionary's quest manifest!
Monolithic creatures stare
Out upon the land
Inspiring fear and fascination
Scientific investigation
Fossils and carbon dating
Not meandering from the truth
Evolutionary exploration
Discoveries of what always was
Shall be revealed again!
CABAZONIA!
Walk the path of natures squall
Adaptation, great and small
Leviathan, Behemoth thrall
Heed the Giants' call!
Prehistoric playground of the mind
Arise through mists of endless time
Quake the earth by shadows fall
Crusader crushed beneath clawed prong
Lamb consumed in bloody jaws
Devoured by predatory throng
Splinters of the cross picked clean
Rex and Dinny, King and Queen!
CABAZONIA!
Realm of fire, realm of ice
Garden of terror and delights
Survival of the fittest might
Kingdoms, fight or flight
Echoes in our bones
Land of strongest life!
From smoke and raging flame
Magmatic force, new life springs forth
Black mountains, jagged rocks, labyrinthine caves
Coursing winds, pass and canyon flow
Recall the ancient stage
From blood and ash, Cabazonia is named!
I don't want to get out of bed.
These thoughts in my head.
Rain from the sky. A tear in my eye.
In bed is where I want to stay. Don't want to get up today.
It hits the window panes, affecting my brain.
These rainy days; inside's where I want to stay.
They get old. They are cold.
I can't ignore, the outdoors.
I must face it. I must embrace it.
I saw the moon through
the trees.
tonight.
The breezes were cold. But, the moon was warm.
A process that never gets old.
A wonderful story over and over and over told.
It does rise. It does set. A really, really, safe bet.
A moon wise.
I wonder what it, with her eyes has seen in between.
Up in the sky. I could see it with my eye.
I could see it through the trees. See, a long way from me.
A moon, so big, silent, and stil.
Yet for me see, a real thril.
I, at the top of the hill.
It looks so close.
I can't believe it is over 200,000 miles away
But, the facts dont deceive.
It was dark. The moon was big and bright and light.
I felt the cool breeze.
~Autumn Leaves~
(New English Style Sonnet)
The days are getting just a little cold
Summers leaving and bringing us all change
Temperature drops and weather acts strange
Nature wears new dress and reacts just bold
The birds leave their nests and just fly away
Skies will change hues in no little time
Nature plays best music when is bed time
As fall transforms and make all things brand-new
As leaves start to change hue in every tree
And they seem to fall one by one to ground
Your eyes can't help but see beauty around
As fall cool breeze makes you at times just glee
The days start getting now a little chill
And all over the place there is a thrill!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
September,12,2010
Thank you for reading.
~The Magic of Fall~
(Acorn)
()
Fall is
Approaching
One more time here
And there and you can
Feel chill in the air everywhere
Fall is very wonderful you can have much fun
In so many other ways, it's different from
The other four seasons,and just theres none
Like fall you can see the trees changing
Colours showing their beautiful hues
Sometimes you can smell cinnamon
That lingers in the air with
Pumpkin pie in the mix
Children have fun
Play with leaves
That covers
Ground
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
September 17,2010
Thanks for reading
The 'Acorn' is a poetry form created by Dorian Petersen Potter
September 17,2010.My tribute to 'Fall' since is my favorite
season of the year that God has given us.
The Beauty Of Fall~
(Holy Grail)
The magic of fall never stops amazing me
Now that it is here one more time again
There are so many things that I can see
Just see it all in my minds eyes and then
Recreate it all any time that I want
And to me all the trees seem just to call
All too beautiful to be nonchalant
That I can not avert my eyes from all
The loveliness I view here
Right now all here in my head
Can't have it dissapear
Look ahead
To much more
Than all this
That just adore
And reminisce
Here all in my head today
Cause like fall theres no other I say.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
September,20,2010
Thank you for reading.
The 'Holy Grail' is a poetry form created by John Henson.
Out of touch.
I love this place. I love this space.
I love this so much
out of mind
Me, see, nobody's going to find
There's no phone.
I'm all alone.
No communication devices.
It's very nice.
I am a lobster.
I used to live in the sea. This thing has happened to me, see.
I am a big pot with other lobsters.
The water in the pot is hot. Do I like this? I do not.
These fears have become my friends.
But, now, I think our friendship is going to end.
I am in a big pot, as I did say.
Things are not going my way, this day.
They think it's a treat. They think it's neat.