The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence
Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment
Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos
And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands
The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties
Is perhaps what's most befuddling
Yet I stand here
Pondering on this connection-
With our fitted glances and stolen good-byes
Could it have been any different?
The storms, last night, adept in flash flood fright.
It’s good to stay inside until first light.
The day before, I stopped for gas, aghast
as I stepped out the wind and leaves did blast
around my core. My heart was beating quick,
and lightning struck, pounding its thunder stick.
The passenger behind me laughed - the draft
became a vortex vice from stern to aft.
It tried to sweep me off my feet, in dance.
The leaves, they twirled around in brief romance.
The tug and pull, the see and saw…the sweep
of sideways waterfall caused me to leap.
The enterprise a f f i n i t y of storm
invites its dalliance and quick perform.
Words of a poet are expressions within..
Capturing your interest and drawing you closer in.
The craft of telling a story that everyone can relate..
Building in momentum to keep you eagerly await.
Reading each line your'e nodding your head to agree..
Saying to yourself.. "this poem is about me".
Your'e now part of the magic unfolding before your eyes..
Enjoying the creative journey of wonder and surprise.
Words can be simple but it's proven over time..
You can connect to the world with the beauty of rhyme.
You see, apart from well brewed coffee,
And soothing rhumba spiced with jazz,
I love women, no l ladies, yes lasses,
They are like whimsical poetry.
Women are well endowed beings,
Beings with soothing lovely voices,
Beings that walk around with precious gourds,
And a backyard full of soft-to-touch orchards.
Imagine of a world devoid of ladies,
It could be a boring one indeed,
Gloominess would loom everywhere,
With deep, hoarse and irritating voices.
If loving them is a sin, I am already a sinner,
If defending them is a crime, I better rot in jail,
No obligation amounts to having 'hot' damsels,
And no purgement can outsmart a pulchritude with sturdy cones.
A certain religious leader always condemns my habit,
He says I will not make it to heaven with my coveting,
Too sad, I have a tattoo on my right deltoid,
And the Holy book says we will not enter Jerusalem!
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity
With beautiful thoughts filling my mind,
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
Some may say this lofty goal an extremity
No doubt, some will bitter criticism find,
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity.
I have never sought the fame of celebrity
And, I have no jealousy of that kind,
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
I have found nothing surpasses integrity,
While fostering those filial ties that bind
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity.
Life, I find, comes with a prized amenity
When to live the noble life, one is resigned
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
Anything less would be a rank obscenity
Present and hereafter could not be aligned,
I shall live the rest of my life in serenity
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.
written December 17, 2021
Is skeptical our proximity
Or closeness of heartbeat,
There exists an unanimity,
That we cannot compete.
---
Maybe we represent the stars,
Emotion-filled twinkling eyes,
Gazing at each other for hours,
Their unique glimpse never lies.
---
Alike moments in transition,
None and nothing can ever bother,
Subsistence with time of creation,
Never collapse into each other.
---
For love, matters not the distance
As the genuine feelings enhance.
©?Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
Originally published on blog 'Words of Anvi'.
I have an affinity to snowflakes falling,
for I was born in a snow blizzard storm;
and in winter it is my name- snow is calling,
so, I walk forest paths dressed cozy warm.
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November 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/My Affinity
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-466-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the standard contest, Rhym-Me
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 23/11/20
Striving not for assimilation
of magnetic electricity imbibed
our God connect prioritisation
automatically has form vivified
31-August-2020
Finetune this collaboration Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier inspired
Affinity with Nature
19-07-2019
(Magnetic Facination)
Kinetic appeal
(Kin to emancipation)
Armistad
(A connection internal)
Umbilical cord bedding roots
(Stirs emotion supernatural)
Endorphins pulsating eperplectic
(Nature is unparalleled)
I am at 1
(Precious intoxication)
Emotionally Stoned
(As we fall deeply compelled)
Flailing like a Poem
(To exhalted admiration)
To reverence Divinity
I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with my words that pour;
into surreal unearthliness- I drift, soar and f a l l . . . fall.
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October 31, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Each Brick Is My Forevermore
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-690-31
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 7 Lines, 7 Words, Rhyme
sponsor Lu Loo, Judged 11/2018
Second Place
affinity
to all that's peaceful
feeding the soul
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on October 8, 2018
magnetic fascination
kin to emancipation
a connection internal
stirs emotions supernal
nature is unparalleled
provokes intoxication
as we feel deeply compelled
to exalt admiration
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on May 28, 2018 for EIGHT-LINE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 4TH
In this world so dim
Brightness is lent by your grin
Reminicensing years gone marked bylaughter so loud
All sorrows go under shroud
Yours was a hand to hold
When rest of the world seemed cold
When times were tough
Just one ear was good enough
You gave me time
When the need was prime
In depressive times you lent your hand
Without which it was difficult to stand.
Between the two of us there's an affinity
Friends for long, is approval of divinity.
We're getting deep.
Speaking thoughts with vacant eyes;
Intertwined between the sheets.
I can't help myself.
Caress your tenderness;
Envelope yourself in mine.
And Vincent, the Artist applies on the canvas
a black stroke here and a black stroke there
before the crows disperse and disappear
he steps back to observe but his mind
is uneasy his affinity for the bright color yellow
is enhancing his depressed manic state
and he must strife for completion
before it’s too late for his mind and his soul
will be lost to his inevitable fate
but the Van Gogh legend must carry on
that he must fall and rise again
to seek out the night and to paint the stars
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