God all the way
I can’t explain how I survive
I can’t be so sure
When words describes how it happen
Cos all i do is who i am
Am not the best or the greatest
But am living my life
The rest is up to God
It been a journey worth it
The ups and downs
The good and ugly times
The bitter and sweet days
And more was worth passing through
I just can’t explain how am co-existing
Yet words are not enough to say
Thank you God
God all the way
Day after day i keep moving
I understand that there is life
In movement
So I never worry about the opinion
Of those that wish me
The evils that are not aline with my destiny
Am ready to accept what life offers
Am humble enough to be sensitive
Life can’t be always a promise land
So when I trade my ways
I never forget the protection of God
So again I tell you no lie
Words are not enough to say is
God all the way
Their gracefulness during dressage
Brings us bliss like we're on a hajj
We know to repay
Horseplay on display
With a sweet spa pedi massage
I will live with you
In every meaningful moment
Far away from the mountains and seas.
I will support you
In all your endeavors in life
Whether no more help possible just call my name.
I will walk with you
In every lonely moment
Traversing the thorny path and rocky road.
I will go with you
In every step of the way impossible
Facing the wind and stormy highway of life.
I will there for you
In every circumstances you're facing
Never left you alone unscathed and unhindered.
I will stay with you
In your time of failure and success
Having no regret if my life is given as price.
Nothing
Appears as a story
A story all the way down
Nothing all the way down...
In separation
Life seems as something..
Yet there is nothing
Whispering as something
Missing...
No separation
So what can be said..?
Nothing
Everything..
Stunning...
Here's the thing
(Not a thing)..
Speakers speak of
No you nor me
No this nor that..
Seemingly.."No"
All the way down..
The seeker stands
Aghast at this
Denial of what
Seems as things..
What seems missing
In the speaking is that
The thing in Separation
Is what is denied
All the way down...
I want it my way
So I fight big G
dealing, wheeling, begging, conniving
Not thriving until He gets his own way
Which always works out better
despite my tantrums
Ribbet Snibbet Cribbet all the way down to Dublin Town
There hopped a chubby dotted frog who never wore a frown
He was excited to be invited to sup Gray tea with Saint Pat
Who gave him a thump on his arm so dotted and phat
I like you a lot, St. Pat said to the corpulent frog.
You are one of my besties, almost as good as my dog.
Of course, who else could be as good as a dog in this bog?
The frog knew the next runner up was his good friend the hog.
I live in Florida which is relatively flat…this means most of the time
the paths I walk are smooth and even…there are no hills to climb.
Today as I stepped out of my house the first thing I noticed was the trees…
reacting, just like me, to a gentle morning breeze.
Then…somewhere in the distance…in a tree…devoid of light…
rising from the darkness…an owl hooted her good-night.
Next the first bird to awaken began to sing her morning tune…
as that same breeze that moved the trees…pushed the clouds across the moon.
Up ahead, just around the corner…they always wait for me to pass….
a pair of rabbits with their silent smiles…sitting in the grass.
Soon more birds began to sing…a host of birds I could not see…
adding their distinctive voices to this morning’s symphony.
I did not know the melody…or the words to their morning song…
but, in just above a whisper, I began to hum along.
With my morning starting out like this…I know the rest of my day.
even though I live in Florida…will be downhill all the way
your loss is my pain, my pain want to soothe yours for whatever it takes
9/28/22
Empathy Poetry Contest
Sponsor-JCB Brul
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17 syllables
3rd place
You know you are with family
When you are singing
And your siblings and you always fill in “do do do do”at the same place
Because these were the parts your parents did not know either.
The rain is not wet enough,
the sunshine not warm.
He goes out to do
a little moody grocery shopping.
People are driving too fast
or too slow.
The shop shelves
are bare of what he needs,
though he does not know
what he needs.
He considers ending it all
at the candy aisle,
instead, whoops gleefully -
there are jelly beans!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
There’s a guy in a church wearing three pairs of socks
Kneeling by the candles stealing coins from a box.
There’s a guy on TV wearing three diamond rings
Stealing from the faithful while a gospel group sings.
You can label a man, but I swear it just goes to show you,
Don’t care how far you fall, someone’s always a step below you.
So let’s sing through the lonely time,
Sing the chorus to a nursery rhyme,
Let’s sing while the church bells chime
All the way, all the way home.
There’s a hush running deep through the wintertime woods;
Gotta cup your ear to hear the oughts and the shoulds.
There’s a nail through a board and it’s covered in snow
Lying on the trail between the stop and the go.
It’s the same song and dance, for I swear there’s a strong connection,
You can follow the signs and be led in the wrong direction.
But let’s sing when we feel distress
As we wander through the wilderness.
Let’s sing more and grumble less,
All the way, all the way home.
Lets sing of little joys that bring us happiness
All the way, all the way home.
For Canada's Prime Minister,
I want Justin Trudeau to remain;
sure he has made some very big political mistakes,
would the Conservatives or Independents do better !
They would be much worse,
Justin is a young leader and has much to learn still;
but, he is loved all over the world for his serenity !
Justin never loses his composure,
like in the recent pipeline USA cancellation;
he knew it was time to accept defeat !
Justin knows how to say sorry I made a mistake,
I am willing to give him a chance to grow and become great;
he has my vote !
Think Conservatives or Independents are better;
you are kidding right !
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March 22, 2021 - L
Poetry/Political Verse/Justin All The Way
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1340-011-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What You Really Want
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, Judged 04/24/2021
Second Place
No comes quickly to my lips
underneath the wave of lies
truth drowns and loses grip
Off the end
I remember before the memory formed
If i could give a
i wouldn't
Toilet roll telescopes
Shinning panda bears
Careless
Care less
are less
only the guilty con
Fess up
never had a top
Out going
First thing last
Thirst thin gasp
Never caught up
with death
That age of man in your metacarpus
of your multi-fingered appendage
the world in the palm of your hand
but i can under
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_________a
_________n
_________d
none ever visited
no never visited
and i will never land
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