Best Advisors Poems
I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
While I cling to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony
This pain is mine, it belongs to me
My torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins
It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire
It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid
It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow
Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn
So I will keep it, for I know its worth,
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth
It is here I find
What I want most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.
06/06/20
Entered in 'N/A Rerun 7'
1st Place
Categories:
advisors, anger, grief, pain, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
While I howl to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony
My pain is mine, it belongs to me
This torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins
It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire
It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid
It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow
Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn
So I will keep this, for I know its worth,
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth
It is in my pain I find
What I wish most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.
5/20/18
Categories:
advisors, anger, loss, pain, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a dream that I was the President of the USA and this
is what I would do to make my country strong again. . .
Get every single citizen vaccinated for Covid 19 and variants
Work with advisors on ways to open up the economy
Implement a plan to help citizen find jobs, shelter and food
Work with Border Authorities to open up the borders
For sure make the "Dreamers" USA citizens
Release Mexican children held in cages and unite with family
Work to achieve Climate Change with advisors and scientist
Form a plan to reduce pollution in the rivers, lakes and oceans
Find ways to help endangered species and loss of habitat
Put a stop to import of trophy hunter kills from other countries
Work to create a friendly relations with Canada and Mexico
Respect the rights and treaties of the native Indians
Put into action an end to police brutality with zero tolerance
Work on how to end racial prejudice for all races and religions
Create a great health care plan for all citizens
Improve relations with allies and all countries of the world
Work on gun reforms making ownership more restrictive
Make prison sentences have no option for parole or pardons
Show compassion in times of national or world tragedy
Do everything in my power to make USA strong
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February 10, 2021
Poetry/List/If I Were
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-582-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I Was President
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 03/19/2021
Third Place
Categories:
advisors, dream,
Form:
List
(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*)
Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors):
If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows.
Exercise every day - outside if you can (pandemic).
YOU, ain’t ALL THAT. Get used to it - maybe you were hot-crap in high school - but not HERE. You got a 1590 SAT and a 34 ACT score?
Congratulations, you’re one of the average students.
Never, ever, EVER miss a class (as a freshmen).
Visualize your morning the night before and GET UP EARLY.
Time management - TIME MANAGEMENT - TIME MANAGEMENT
Complete assignments as soon as you can.
You’re going to have 4 to 6 hours of homework every night - STUDY
Procrastination will kill you - STUDY
Go to events - be social - but leave early. “Popularity” isn’t important here - this isn’t high school.
Don’t expect to meet besties right away.
Don’t go to frat parties alone.
Hookup culture can be toxic.
Don’t date seniors - just don’t.
Never get a razor cut, your ends will split.
Categories:
advisors, education, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Her thoughts and amusements were opaque. Blocked in a defensive wall.
Early hurt feelings had caused this, said her empathetic spiritual advisors
She had learned at a young age the wisdom of keeping her emotions inside.
She had been burned early. Sharing feelings where they were not welcome.
Annoying selfish people who were focused on their own hurts.
Drowning them in buckets of bitter tasting alcohol,
Smoking them in cartons of Winston cigarettes.
Smacking her unwelcome feelings down.
Laughing at them. Making her cry.
Her thoughts were opaque.
Not easy to decipher.
Not easy to guess.
Not easy at all.
Yet they
were
her
own
One
Thing
She
Could
Control.
Written: 11-21-2019
Contest: Opaque
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
advisors, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Moon magic lights my way to say what I want to say
Inspires hope, truth, and joy every single day.
To talk to God, and Jesus, high above.
To thank them for my life, and love.
Self confident, thanks to the power of the pure and divine,
I have had the best life, and it has truly been mine.
My mistakes were all my own, kicking and screaming.
Straightened out by my spiritual advisors when I was dreaming.
Moon beam joy, star light love,
Let me show reverence and respect to those high above
Let me be grateful and share your sheer joy
With children on earth, each girl and each boy
We all see the same sun, sky, and moon
All around the world, we each inspire to croon
Wanting peace, and finding goodness in each other
From Father in sky, and terrific Earth mother.
Lift our humanity up, show us clearly what to do
To follow your will, to follow you and Jesus too.
Help us to eliminate the hatred which is insanity.
Help us find perfect peace and lift up humanity.
Categories:
advisors, god, inspiration, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
School is actually a fun place to be
To learn, enjoy and finally be free
For advisors and students to come together
To share secrets and tell us how are life can be better
But classwork, projects, tests and more
Is one thing I am positive I won't adour
You have to get a higher grade on this and that
To be the scholar that the principal would attract
For this there's a reason and always will be
We need our education to accomplish our dreams
To be a lawyer, singer, teacher and more
I learned that this is something I definitely won't ignore
That school can be rough and it can be hard
But never give up and you would achieve that far
Categories:
advisors, homework, inspiration, middle school,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s in my name? It’s Candler,
A name as old as English tax.
If you’re of English descent, yours may be too.
Let us take a short trip back.
The Magna Carta united Englishmen,
But created a need for government.
Now, that government required some funding,
So, across the land, tax collectors were sent.
Too many Williams, Simons and Johns.
The tax collectors’ records were a mess.
Ideas were tossed around by the King’s advisors.
“Give them surnames. That would be best.”
So, if John was a carpenter,
Carpenter was assigned as his surname.
John Carpenter of Holbrook would identify
From whence his taxes came.
And so it was for all taxpaying men:
Fishers, Farmers, Smiths, and Wrights,
Thatchers, Tailors, Wellers too.
No man escaped a name and taxes…not even Knights.
So, “What’s a Candler?” you might ask.
Well, there’s more there than meets the eye;
A maker of candles seems an answer quite plain;
But the tax collectors had other Candlers to identify.
There were also those who ‘candled’ eggs;
Held them to a candle: are they fertile or ready to eat?
You see, a fertile egg would one day be a chicken,
To lay more eggs or provide tasty dark and white meat.
Now, if a Candler came from Holbrook,
He later may have taken Holbrook as his name;
But if he chose to stay a Candler,
We’ll likely never know which was his game.
But whether my forefathers candled eggs
Or made candles to light the eerie nights;
They survived and made their meager mark,
And I just love two over easy with toast….. by candle light.
Categories:
advisors, education, england, history, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
by digital light
they hovered and poured pure hate
down over my bed
hung the advisors
selling sammy’s letter to
a christian nation
of gods and portals
opened when I closed the book
and peeked into worlds
a hair’s width away
from my face they pressed hard for
another mistake
doubt stabbed my recall
of passages and preachers
in this kind of fight
would they not give chase
fear stumbles a femur snaps
to put me back down
reduced my weapons
to decorative clutter
in that old farmhouse
The Holy Ghost spoke
told me not to engage them
extended his hands
slowly closed my eyes
blurred vision of Christ who stood
by his Father’s throne
and before any
of minute’s measures of time
three demons were gone
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Current Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Old Contest: Senryu on Angels
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
Written: 04.04.16
Categories:
advisors, angel, christian, evil, faith,
Form:
Senryu
It wasn’t me that said I’m going to build a great wall
I’ll make Mexico pay! Now that takes gall
It wasn’t me that took millions from the NRA
Now he’s in their pocket and can’t take any guns away
It wasn’t me that promised new laws today
Then tomorrow forget what I had to say.
It wasn’t me that said I’d run into a school to face a gun.
When I had five draft deferrals to stay at home and have fun
It wasn’t me that everyone around, had to bail
Smart people jump ship to stay out of jail
It wasn’t me that cried Witch Hunt or Fake News
When I was cornered and didn’t want to lose.
It wasn’t me for who his advisors lied
Just to cover up things he wanted to hide
It wasn’t me that let my friends and relations
Take money and advantages of others nations
It wasn’t me that set myself up to fail
And now needs to be run out of town on a rail
3/3/2017
Collaboration with Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
Categories:
advisors, image, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Statues and some faded pictures
repatriation and reburial of bones
cold war Soviet tanks and the AK-47
all that remains of the Freedom Struggle giants
who drove the colonizers back to their cradles
talked to the spirits of the ancestors
There is an invisible force of cartel members
so big they turned against their own people
so big they lurked behind anthills
so big with clever fingers
who had no machinery and dug dungeons
in Angola's unforgiving terrain
killers of freedom
they couldn't compete with the Freedom Struggle icons
who came from the heartland's extremities
Post-independence people
born-free generation
executives of neo-colonialism
special advisors
tender-preneurs
Chinese settlers
(they have never imagined us in their future)
how could we imagine them in the past
marooned in exile
many years ago
with bitter tears streaming down our faces?
The Freedom Struggle is presumed dead. Sirens blare.
A moment of silence stretches into years.
Tomorrow is Independence Day
But no one remembers what to commemorate.
What rare anthology of freedom sits till tomorrow
in the contaminated air where we talk now,
armed with our indiscriminate hate
there on Heroes Acre and obvious side of right?
Categories:
advisors, africa, allusion, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Political Verse
A fool seeks counsel
From devilish advisors
Wise men look to God
Categories:
advisors, faith, hope, religion
Form:
Senryu
Act of inspiration wrestle pythons
Research scientists are the primary audience
ethics and research breakthroughs
bring the beauty, multi-media presentation allows
photographers
Auto loading service pistol- long awaited culmination
Brutally overbuilt
disregard" the request for help
generally docile the loudest creatures on earth
Shoot, shovel, and shut-up
collaborators use a suite of factors to assess
national policies to promote efficiency
Europe After the Rain
Persistence of Memory done before 1800
Commercial advertisers often seek purpose
An Experienced Perfectionist
showing a belief in and veneration
imbued with pious sacred rites
*For the cut- up contest
( and yes, these are in exact order LOL)
Categories:
advisors, fantasy, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Given in solemn promise
An Oath to always Defend
Those things held most precious
God.. Country.. and friends
The creak of well oiled armor
the heft of a sword well worn
the gift of the ability to protect
the weight of duty borne
With a promise to walk with honor
a young knight rises to the task
given by traitorous advisors
to guard a lonesome pass
Sly, sneaky and underhanded
traitors plot a monarchs demise
soulless assassins cut through the night
brought short by stern unflinching eyes
He drew his sword and made ready
to withstand the charge of fate
knowing it would be the one against the many
knowing aid would come to late
Resolute against their wickedness
his stature seemed to grow
and as blades flash all around him
he felt the world begin to slow
He stood firm and steady
as blades sought to pierce his back
and knew what must be accomplished
despite all that he might lack
And though assassins fell around him
their blades in turn drank deep
his destiny plain before him
to join them soon in sleep
He stands alone in silence now
honored to have done his best
a final thought passes through his mind
to give him eternal rest
A hero is not a man
invincible to all beneath the sun
a hero simply refuses to die
until the job is done
Categories:
advisors, adventure, warhero,
Form:
Quatrain
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Eight
Other media meanwhile busy with who’s sleeping with whom
Relying on New-Sweep and Thyme to make loud front-page zoom
Mainly of those who leapfrog into top power palaces
On whether de Beauvoirs or transvestites be given more room
Dohr took dire toll on the High Prelate’s laboured vocal chords
And just as the Chief pow-wowed with advisors and legal boards
So did His Holiness with a delegation come from afar
The results as well as can be expected turned out: Discord!
The wily Franquist woman counselor slammed the Chief’s car door
And bee-lined the barred gates of the trysting hotel’s portico
The Chief sent Commandant in hot pursuit of bent-backed woman
Scarf drawn over pockmarked scalp limpet-mouthed suction sore
As the dohr throngful of the Faithful streamed out queues formed for asr
The Commandant waylaid the Imam come out for some air:
“…ad subjiciendum… Omar…Tent Maker’s prodigal heir…”
“Means thou Umar ibn Al-KHattap…Exalted Caliph Sire?”
Non-plussed the Commandant looked hard at Writ in his thick hands:
“Your Holiness! Be it thy pleasure to peruse these commands!”
One yea-sayer read aloud: “Oooo..maaaar ibn al-Khaaayyaaaamm…”
“Who? Must be that drunken half-Turk by rich widows favour finds!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
advisors, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat