Stripped of friends and family
she lives in squalor’s misery
The tiny tenement room
bespeaks her gloom and doom
Yet when Friday evening arrives
her heart flutters, comes alive
Ignited by kindling Sabbath lights
her face aglow throughout the night
The cordiality of punctuality
bespeaks hidden venality
spooks watchful eyes
over dour mustachioed disguise
Charming child, your apple cheeks
give an appearance which bespeaks
of girlish innocence.
I have ten dollars and ten cents -
Now that you have gained my trust,
do with me what you must.
Sell me cookies, 'lil booger,
and kill me with loads of sugar.
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
Reality’s made
of what
it is
Not what
it might
have been
The apple
landing
on my head
Bespeaks
of now
not then
All abstract
nature
Plato drawn
To live
behind
the mask
What’s real
in substance
real in form
No future
and
—no past
(Strafford Pennsylvania: November, 2023)
Written: October 19, 2023
Poem in the Fragmented Form Created by Poetess: Constance la France
The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design. By Harry Crews
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Love's blades tear within as a dull scalpel with teeth
Leaving merely a crushed, dead chunk of flesh
It shreds, gouges, and weeps till the heart bequeaths
Offering its heart gambles will be accepted fresh,
Being hugged frowns as it gulps the vile reality
The dagger sinks further, piercing the frailty of sanity
A heart still bleeds while succumbing to sociality
Pathetic, petrous parcel with pebbly peaks
Jagged-toothed dome rising into bespeaks,
Each is engraved, erose, and has surface breaks.
Swallowed by a murky quagmire of an abyss beneath,
Snapping at heels all life, laden with vessel mensch,
Unfathomable evil clings to grief and jagged vitality
Vow to thrive with every word your soul speaks.
This wondrous web of life bespeaks a true spiritual nature,
and is there for each of us by Almighty God’s own sacred,
heavenly plan in our times of happiness and strife, and do
know that it fortifies, both the mortal and mystical aspects
of our existence which define each of us as human beings
as we each progress onward throughout our lives by the
merciful grace and true eternal blessing of Almighty God.
Amen.
The Mystical and Mysterious Web of Human Life
This wondrous web of life bespeaks a true spiritual nature,
and is there for each of us by Almighty God’s own sacred,
heavenly plan in our times of happiness and strife, and do
know that it fortifies, both the mortal and mystical aspects
of our existence which define each of us as human beings
as we each progress onward throughout our lives by the
merciful grace and true eternal blessing of Almighty God.
Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 19, 2023 (Verse)
On July 2, 2022, Connie posted her poem “The Blessings of Prayer” dedicated to her "loving poetry friends" who were so encouraging to her during her hospital stay when her heart had almost given out. To date, her poem has received 3 pages of comments! Her replies to those comments are incredibly precious, as they reveal her beautiful qualities. Her life story bespeaks loving-kindness. Our fond memories remain to remind us.
strength of character
ready supporter, true friend ...
always a lady
A bundle from the past -
the 1930’s and ‘40’s.
A wisp of his breath…I’m breathless.
Did he know his love story would last?
1941 envelope -
my fingers glide over the sleeve.
I tenderly take out the note,
the sweet poetry…telescope
peering into the days of yore.
Grandpa won his sweetheart with words:
“From a worthless bum,” a treasure,
Grandma and their progeny adore.
Love poems, other’s curious.
One bespeaks of “…is it murder
to help someone dying…in pain.
Contemplation or serious?
The carrier, my sister, brought
back from her travels photos, too.
…and I thought of my mother
her photo, now, an afterthought.
The sentiment held in my heart.
Illustrious words and still lifes
my mind ponders as I grow old.
‘Tis true, one day too, I’ll depart.
I’ll take my time reading the words -
I read some to my attentive spouse.
How lovely we shared that moment -
the nectar of two hummingbirds.
7/6/2022
Your teeth, locked in steel jaw force,
sink further into my skin, I wince.
You release.
Your growl bespeaks your passion.
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Gregory Richard Barden
9/2/21
Excerpted from my poem "Love Letter"
11/7/17
Sapphire skies framed in vermillion
mirrored amber-glow are
a self portrait of Gaia.
Cast upon the aqua,
sun echoes its rays
among the sipping greenery.
A taste of the season
issues forth upon the shores,
its offspring in tones of lavender,
white, red, yellow and pink bespeaks
of the transformation of seedlings.
Liquid shadows whisper instructions
to the fauna to come drink of the bounty.
I cast my sacred song to the four directions,
thankful for the many gifts bestowed.
5-4-2021
Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Charlotte Puddifoot
Out there,
a universe sings
in 2/4 times and my soul
resonates.
Identity is a spiritual thing,
not just a mortal one.
You know who you really are
when the soul’s eyes and ears
are open to the oneness
of all life.
A Melding of universal mind
bespeaks the dharma;
silence is the
harmony of the ethers
within.
We serve the moment,
bespeaks the Lord
To live eternal
—in time untoward
(The Book Of Prayers: January, 2021)
Dawn breaks through the darkened night
exhaling beams of sprinkled light
across dense blankets of snowy white.
Naked, bony limbs start snapping
reaching arms upward while napping
allotting chilled moss to lay wrapping.
Frosted crystalline water awaiting
the ice-kissed surroundings, while creating
melancholy moans of biting wind deflating.
Craggy hilltops bordering, in sharp peaks,
glistening barren landscapes in streaks
as relentless Winter hibernation bespeaks.
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