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MAY GOD ( The Anaphora Style )

EACH NIGHT AND DAY ( The Pantoum Style )

OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST WILL RETURN ( The Celtic Cross Style )

LOVE LIKE HIS NO OTHER ( The Whitney Style )

LOVE FAITH PEACE AND HOPE ( The Retourne Style )

ASK THE MASTER ( The Quatrain Style )

LIKE JESUS CHRIST NO ONE ( The Monotetra Style )

THE CURSE ( Part 2 ) The 5-7-5 / Narrative / Story Style )

THE CURSE ( Part 1 ) The 5-7-5 / Narrative / Story Style )

FRODO'S GOOD-BYE ( The Free Style )

BEAUTIFUL IS LOVE ( The Blitz Poem )

YOU DECIDE ( The Monchielle Style )

WRITING POETRY ( George's Hourglass Style )

UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES ( The Triolet Style )

WITH JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD ( The Free Style )

MORE AND MORE ( The Chain Style )

SAME LIFE SPINNING ( The Blitz Style )

JONATHAN FRID - AKA BARNABAS COLLINS ( The Acrostic Style )

HIS LOVE IS THE BEST ( The Acrostic / Dodoitsu Style )

NATURES GREAT GIFT FROM GOD ( The Cinquin Style )

YOU ARE PRECIOUS ( The Sonnet Style )

GOD IS THE BEST ( The Rhyming Couplet )

VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR WISHES TO YOU ( The Whitney Style )

VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024 ( The Senryu Style )

JESUS CHRIST WILL RETURN ( The Celtic Cross Style )

CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN ( The Cameo Style )

TRIALS AND PAIN ( The Free Style )

PETER AND ALICE ( Short Story)

PUMPKIN PIE ( The Epulaeryu Style )

MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ( The Tree Style )

SO MANY DON'T REALLY KNOW ( The Free Style )

MY CHRISTMAS WISHES TO YOU ( The Hybrid Concrete Candle Style )

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Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

Travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.

Some of them want to get

used by you.

Some of them want to abuse you.

Some of them want to be abused.

~THEY CALL IT LOVE~

Sometimes, they call it love,
Or something like it,
I'am impressed!

Its so fragil,
And so short lived,
No wonder,its missing
The real strengh

It's so flimsy,
not a big mess
It's abused
What a fool play for those

It's so fast and done
So quick,
It's besides slicky,
And what a fake!

It's passes quickly,
And sometimes it hurts,
I'am again impressed,
It leaves nothing good,

But bares the soul and flesh,
For mostly the sweet-sour taste
Of passions- dead
And so this, they call it love,

But who's to say nor to gain,
None bounds the heart and soul
Forever,
But leaves it in the end, just dead.

Dorian Petersen Potter
Ladydp2000
copyright@2000-2005

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THEY CALL IT LOVE

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