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 Jan 2017 Doug Potter
King Panda
the waiting of
knick knack paddy whack
the toxic
neurotransmitters
the corrosion
of my 7th branch
the thought of
the reality of
sometimes lonely
on a little
planet
every *****
thing
evaporated
water
you draw me
your hand
covered in
lyrics
a limerick of knuckles
a sometimes waiting
patiently
a sometimes never
to come
I’ve said so much
and like every word,
gone as the memory of a baby,
the things I wish to be
are as distant as an old pinewood floor;
The one I walk on no more

You heard what I said,
but you said actions are what people remember
How did I make you feel?
It's not so easy to be memorable,
all I can hope is that the past was real enough;
most times smooth, sometimes rough

When the rain falls
I take the time to count my regrets
Blessings are for other people
I don’t know that I did anything right by them
I can’t seem to shake this feeling,
about what it is my worries are stealing

I don’t think you’re waiting anymore
I know I’m not
That’s the biggest lie I’ve told all day
It’s hard to believe I can live like this,
knowing through an open window, what I’ve seen,
was the rain that once washed our hearts clean
I think I'll sit here for a while
And let my troubles pile.
It's only been a couple years
And I'm just in denial.

I have a couple brand new fears
Some of them have led me here
Where I am blind, I cannot see
What all this chaos does to me.

I should fight this then be free
From the illness of misery
But I fail to find the time
In my head, my conscious crime.
I don't rhyme very often, but it's rewarding when I come up with something decent
 Jan 2017 Doug Potter
Fay Slimm
(With gratitude to poet G.M. Hopkins)

Praise for all variation,
that diversified play of colour and shape
which takes away sameness
and paints nature with sheer tessilation.
Hooray for the patchwork
of harlequin stripes in that mackerel sky
or those chequered blotches
embroidered on coats of every dalmatian.
Applause for the hues
shot through peacocks and each rainbow,
those pied streaks in ponies,
marbling of stone, the frets in wide bands
on speckled trout, braided
tattoos over the backs of zebras and tigers
flecked with a motely
collection of artistically peppered mosaics.
Smiles for tri-colours
in butterflies and piebald frogs just made
to reflect luminous wet.
For kaleidoscope difference let praise be
and for all crazed irridescence
seen in the glorious abundance of nature.
yesterday i flippantly
quipped to a friend
in casual conversation,
"i'm not a nihilist,
i'm just being
realistic."

the weight of those words
sank in today. the prospect
of the grave gave
them new gravitas.
entropy saps our vitality.
eventually, everything ends.

the best we can hope
for is to die before
those we love
leave us.
 Jan 2017 Doug Potter
maudy
bloody
 Jan 2017 Doug Potter
maudy
you fill me
with honesty and love
absorbed in every sip of
alcohol we taste
bleeding with no scars
left in the surface
guess this is why
they name it
drunk
in
love.
Dedicated To  Elena  Toumazi , Yiannis Antiohou,  Stamatis Polenakis





YOU
IMAGE/ MINE


Valorous  visor
Αsk / Gaze
Upon the gravel thy habitancy/ hesitancy /
I hold tightly my two hands
A pray  for a  marble / black/ black
Only black/
Crash you down
Crash me down/
Life with your other face  / small vulnerable thou
Today you / exist  / and   will / will  will willlllll/  for ever
Thinking of you and admire you / what audacity /
You look  around   slapdash/ and curious     /
Loking and Loking
Searching/
For this to beatify / now with tolerance /
Great   you/ now and sure / I find  you /
In a pink tones cloths / and  colored / rooms /
Slippery paths wish / finding
Find you unscathed / light lips
Face altered /only  by joy
Beyond the truth / that  hurts /
Run to catch up /  stop / those  people
So welcomed / invited / time is running
The opposite house/ the nights / look / flickering
A flame coming from  unwarmth  / faces
Yours / you are  hanging a picture /  like painting
You said / Come Life / I will teach you  /Ha
With my  own voice /mine only/
Do not  resist the electric flow of the universe
I let myself / and I am not / that seems to be
I get lost in the size of this world  /
Does not exist /before I even perish
Everything is a drop / already evaporates / before even born /
Now   know it /
Even / even /even
And nonexistent  pain
People are losing /lusting/ for a fresh carrot
I have nothing with carrots…..
But/ yes/ yes/  I want to be baptized
To a name / to a man
To  his  hot/ saliva   /
Keep me  out of the limelight
The poem  translated by  me from my Greek poem  ΕΙΚΟΝΑ ΜΟΥ
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