free flowing hair, wistfully twisting in childhood.
SHE plants her feet firmly;
HER foundation of safety and security.
HER heart beats petals of joy;
HER inner mouth curves upwards.
but like a sturdy oak, with boughs on hips,
and like an owl, with steady gaze,
HER eyes will follow the girl’s date as he pulls her outdoors,
for he forewarned HER, this teen in a trench coat.
SHE adapts to the darkness of the Black Forest.
The Centerfold On Frost Field.
As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help.
With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet.
Valiantly I break ground!
As I grasp my axes within twain of my hands.
Though exasperated, I release my mournful cry!
With my last aggression, I let loose my inner berserker!
To bastion, for glory, for thy honor, for thy blood, for thy bonds!
Feet thunderous as I break earth upon each step!
As I run my breath hits the frozen air, like lava melting even frozen fear!
Valiantly my body adapts, with the fortitude of the gods.
Volatile is my mind as I rush into fighting the fowl fiends!
Alone I stand against the devastating foes!
With the tenacity of the witcher I fight against their enemies!
With blood, sweat, grit, and tears, I shred them to bits!
One by one they befall my feet, in thy raven's eyes they feed.
Only by Valkyrie's hand on frostfield, may I be saved!
With my battle born cry I continue to slay!
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas.
soul’s resolve adapts
to imposed limitations
acceptance sets in
but the Phoenix yet stirs
holding steady focus
in stoic fortitude
awaiting resurrection
in timeless time
as ordained
("Cheek to Cheek", 2024, original encaustic)
Key to the Highway
Everybody knows
Deep down in their bones
That what you see
Is what you get
The mind being a
Conditional thing
Adopts, adapts,
reflects, refracts
Whatever it is
We focus upon
Be it heaven
Or be it hell
So remember this
As you make your way
That what you see
Is what you get
But what you look for
Now there
Is the key
(2/19/24)
In the world of introverts and extroverts, she is unknown
She adapts herself with the person she attaches to
Is this a real place for her to be grown
Or just a mere illusion, still to be known.
Is being an introvert glorified to know the inner-self
Or an extrovert connects to the world nicely
But what if she doesn't know who she is herself
Writing this poetry to express her feelings precisely.
heart is its own enemy when pursuing truth,
it is hampered by compassion and wily doubt,
adapts the events to suit its own narrative,
in its journey from birth to its final last beat,
cannot tell the thief from the saviour and the saint,
wisdom may know, but the heart lives and dies a child!
Premier contest winner 2
Bite size poem 74 poetry contest
Line Gauthier sponsored
written 20/10/2023
12 syllables each line
free verse
quirk of fate
plans are changed
heart cheerfully adapts
the vast vibrant void too smiles
beaming at nonchalance
as innocence oozes
blissful fragrance
23-April-2023
Once almost a little village
Within the city’s bounds,
Huddled around the fish dock
With its own smells and sounds,
Streets of rows of terraces
All well kept and neat,
Pride shining through
Every worker Street.
Deckies, Filleters, Bobbers
All closely living there,
The Skippers and Mates
Breathing more refined air.
Overalled fish house workers
Mingle with and meet
Segged clogged bobbers
In the early morning street.
Then they pulled down terraces
Replaced with industrial estates
Rehoused to the city’s fringes
Splitting up families and mates.
And the fishing industry died
Trawlers tied up in the dock
And old Hessle Road trembled
Nearly died from the shock.
No more deckies, filleters, bobbers
All the fish houses long gone
As this once vibrant area
Learned to adapt and move on.
The once thronged Hessle Road
Seems near deserted these days
As the population slowly adapts
To the area’s very different ways.
Rayners, the fisherman’s pub,
Struggling to survive,
Has mementos of the fleet
To help keep its memory alive.
In an ironical gesture,
Sadly surveying it all,
There’s a mural of a trawlerman
Painted on a gable end wall.
wu wei is the path of Tao
of going with the flow of nature
a metaphor of water
which adapts to any shape
always flowing
always yielding
soft, yet in time can cut
and shape rock
a lesson of Tao
________________________
March 13, 2023
Poetry/Verse/The Teachings of Tao
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-232-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
orchid has fascinated scientists
Charles Darwin wrote her up in a book in 1862
She is a complex flower, who has evolved
achieving self-pollination and cross-pollination
Delicate, aromatic and pretty.
She adapts her color shape and odor
Prefers to attract male insects
because she is a female?
My journey is one of balance and harmony,
I am a water metaphor that adapts its shape;
always flowing, yielding, softly and quietly,
but strong enough to cut into rock and reshape.
I chose a way to nature and contemplation,
to create my inner sanctuary;
an open gate, a secret garden creation,
a place where all turmoil I can bury.
I am on my own unique beautiful journey,
where I can let go of time and slow down;
with moderation in all things and no need to hurry;
and be independent as a star shining alone.
____________________
September 23, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/My Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1489-966-23
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 09/25/2022
Sixth Place
??CHAMPION AGAIN!!!
Common oath with the Gold,
She's two decades old,
Browny hair, tough skin dark toned,
Tobi's horse-wheel pull a two wheeled cart,
Breaks another record and grease our heart.
Some placed a bet before it starts.
Good wager wins if played smart
Cos Tobi's stare told me of a driving force within,
An undiminished thrust to always win
And with an urge not just to take part,
She ran like Sonic right from the start.
Before this tournament no one gave her the nod.
Reasonable humans adapt themselves to the world:
The unreasonable ones persists
in trying to adapt the world to themselves.
Tobi Amusan adapts the world of Commonwealth to herself.
Fills with quids, laurels & accolades her account & shelf.
This Nigerian Speed Queen achieved the unreasonable
And boost our ranking on the medal table.
Champion again, as she keeps bursting our bubbles,
Won Gold again in the Women's 100m Hurdles
With a record 12.30secs in the Birmingham 2022.
Now she has conquered the world & claim laurels too!
Congratulations ???? ???????????
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright©7thAugust2022.
The physical aggression found in the male
is the verbal expression of the female,
they talk they gossip they attack reputations,
men war go to battle and resolve confrontations,
the results always favour the dominant force,
and that be the bully who will reap the rewards,
the species attacks because it adapts,
the victims are helpless and that is a fact
Fact Or Fool Who be You
I have seen
fools ranting
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education
only poets with muse and frustration
The deniers of science
are committing massive crimes
jail should be their only pudding
sadly Covid takes many of them away
I have no sympathy for their ignorant play
the only ones bouncing in their beds
are the scientists
angry that such ignorance spreads
it's always the morons who resist
why do people carry such hate?
to tell lie upon lie upon loathing lie
letting thousands more in pain die
the penitentiary should be their fate
American prejudice has failed us
funding is ever lacking
Teachers who know not what's cracking
No wonder fools get away with the fuss
Science does not cover up
it only learns, adapts and that's a must
over six billion vaccines
thousands of doctors have over seen
The outbreaks now you see
are the unvaxxed injected with stupidity
they blame all the immigrants
hatred always blames the outsider
All in all, stupidity is never very tall
The street
teaches us,
the road
carries us,
the city
inhabits us. if we live in it...
the street
surprises us,
the road
amazes us,
the city
adapts us, whether we wish it or not...
The street
tames us,
the road
actually ignores us,
the city
hides us and invent us...
But we just fight,
we only live for
understand this uncertain
philosophy... !
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