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We don't need to row our boats.. just let them carry us gently downstream

to the sea of peace

~  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. 

When our world seems so chaotic…filled with man’s inhumanity to man

We search for peace and happiness…anywhere we can

On my walk this morning as I was wondering what fortunes today would bring

somewhere in the darkness a bird began to sing

I wasn’t in a hurry so I stopped to listen for a while

and when I looked up at the crescent moon…I swear I saw her smile.

As I walked a little farther another bird sang out to me

This one was accompanied by a cricket harmony.

Still farther on my walk what was I to meet

but a moth, I think a promethean, standing in the street.

If I told you I was a lepidopterist certainly I’d be lying

But it looked to my non-scientific eyes like this little moth was dying.

“This is no place for you to be little moth.” I said, “No place for you to linger.”

So I put my hand down and this little moth climbed upon my finger.

I gently set her on a flower where she had a clear view of the sky

“This is a beautiful place to live I whispered…and not a bad place to die”.

As I continued on I talked to a rabbit…I saw three squirrel acrobats?

And even though I said hello….I was ignored by two tom cats.

The cats just stared as I walked by…their feelings they never telegraphed

and when I looked up at the crescent moon again…this time…I swear she laughed.

Who knew in a world that seems so chaotic….

all I need to is to step out my front door

And…

Listen to the birds

Say goodbye to a moth

watch some animals

be ignored by two cats 

and laughed at by the moon

to find the peace I was looking for.

  with-in My Heart!

in my heart there lies a thorn way deep down to which no one can see
it torments me all thru the day and i know in my heart it wont set me free
Im living with pain day after day and it settled in and dont wanna depart
so all i can say to you my friend is theres not much left with-in my heart
all around me i see smiling faces never a worry and with out any fears
as i look in the mirror all i can see is the age old pain of my unshed tears
i think to myself what will i do and how will i cope if it never wants to part
all i want is my wish fulfilled and long lasting peace with-in my heart
others say these things will come my way and break thru my dark gray night
and a bright new dawn will push on thru and end my pain and hear my plight
but that day never comes and rescues me so here i am waiting for life to restart
so now i wait for that day to come and take the pain away thats with-in my heart

                                                zoeycup 16

Hope is a candle in a sea of darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun. 

Trust is a drop of the purest water, in an ocean full of desert sand.

Loyalty is the assurance of your own two feet, that you will stand.

Love is a bubbling geyser; filling, and rushing to overflowing. 

Empathy is a mother's love, from someone that you don't know.

Peace is an ocean of glass-like water, that ripples of war cannot move.

Honesty is a pure wine, with no dregs to ruin the taste.

FREE ORGIES

   Baby nothing is emblematic about you,

Break my bones and my heart,

Shatter like blooded mirrors,

Pieces of memoirs,

Sweet bombshells!

But we not different you and me,

Pornography sound like phonography!

Tattooed in my crown,

All those orgies,

Today finally free!

Silk sheets over my cold flesh,

69 is the number of the hotel room,

Just call me and I shall please you!

Don’t forget the cash,

Nothing is free, baby!

They shall fail to recall about me soon,

So jiggle me to the sky,

Sundrenched, the stars in my eyes,             

And the rain runs over my cheeks!

Nothing more nothing less!

Soon I should falls to amnesia,

To emptiness where I belongs,

Nothing was ever there,

Tables has turned,

Hope fades away….

         @2014.H.NAUDET.MARGOT

There in front of me

Standing

With no way around

It hits me

Waves of pain and devotion

It's an emotional ocean.

There's a sanctuary outside of my mind

But my mind had me confined

Inside of this rhyme

Running out of time

To find

This peace that I must've left behind.