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Devotion Poem Dancing Dream

Devotion Poem.  Dancing Dream

(Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love)

Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself 
In life nor in dreams, nor in memories where
My recollection of you comes first
Of your eyes, which I have
Absolutely memorized, especially 
All their glistening smiles,
When they look fixed to my own, bringing
Your heart into mine, committed in love,
Creating song where none sang
In the empty minutes just before.

It is the sensing through touch that I treasure, 
More than the seeing.
So again, as through all my memories:
Reach with your hands;
Offer your arm; lean in with your chest;
Set your head upon my shoulder
As you speak — with the voice
I’ve always adored — to again say,
“I love you,” just as you did this morning
In the dream that woke me:

I was dancing my ballet for you.
How amazing it was! You even coached
Over the passion of the dance
And the music, until it stopped.
You came to me.   Tired, I leaned back
Against your chest, the crown of my head
Fitting straight under your chin.
I did not see me.  I did not see you.
But I could feel, yes, feel the motion
Of your chest as you breathed, and
Feel the warmth of your body, your
Chest, firm against my back...
So, I was surprised when I woke
And you were not there.  And I was here,
Not having danced the ballet at all,
But, yes, still fully, completely feeling
The warmth from leaning against you.
Your warmth from life,
From memory,
Re-lived in a dream.

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(C) sally Young eslinger  12/19/2020
Thanks be toGod

Keep Your Chin Up

I have such high hopes; 
For you in this world!
I guess you can't see;
You're tucked up and curled;
In a safe, secure place;
Away from what's real.
With all of your needs met;
You don't miss a meal!
COOL as can be;
Caught up in 'this life'.
It seems you can't see;
What's real and what's right.
Let GOD help you;
Just search in your heart.
To help find new ways;
And to make a fresh start!


To My 14yr old son,
   I LOVE YOU!!!

Premium Member Chin Tattoo

 

tribal tattoo
on the chin
ancient
sacred

ancestral ritual
inscribed for
pride
strength
protection

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October 9, 2020


Poetry/Verse/Chin Tattoo
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1293-852-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

Written for the Premier contest, One On The Chin
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann

First Place


One On the Chin

I know life is fleeting, it all but crumbles to dust,
willessly washed away by the passage of time.
So easily lain waste and forgotten.

Yet for me who knew her dearest,
so easily enamoured by her graceful nature,
swooned over by her cosmic appeal,

chose not to sever ties with this short life.  
But honour her in my lasting days, knowing
full well the reconciliation that death shall bring.


Contest: One on the chin Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 10/09/2020

Premium Member One On the Chin

Looking on with disdain
At the wayside street urchin
We feel within us a pricking pain
From conscience to us one on the chin

Judging the other by outer appearance 
Unspoken thoughts veil not our intent
Where has gone innate innocence 
The play divine joyful & content 

09-October-2020

Head Down, Chin Up

As a human I've found life can be hard
Feeling low, we let down our Guard
Negative thoughts keep us weighed down
Our faces show off merely a frown

Lately though, a changed feel to the Gut
Having kept my head down but always chin up
As a human I've found life can be hard, Yes that's true
But It's a whole lot better now with a Positive attitude


Heart Sinking

My heart is drowning and i can not swim, 
I do not know where to begin,
All the things the were said and done, 
wish i know just what went wrong,

I am confused and also in pain, 
Do not think my heart will mend again,
Thinking of the smiles we had, 
I never thought that things were bad.
Looking back on the day we met, 
I always wanted to be your pet,

Now the time as came along, 
And end of the day has been drawn,
Wishing time has come and gone, 
All my life a will be alone,

With the sadness floating around, 
I really want to be in the ground
But as time passes by, 
I will always look into the sky.
 
Seeing the kids growing old,
This in life i will hold,
It keeps you going through thick and thin, 
And a new day will begin,

So do not let go for what you have, 
As the next day may be your last,
Keep on smiling and tap your feet, 
As you never know who you will meet,
It may be a friend or a loved one to, 
And i pray this never happens to you,
But if it does your not alone, 
There have been many that has be on that thrown,
 
So just remember your heart is strong, 
And life will sing as it goes on, 
So keep your chin up and do not cry
Am sure in the end we will get by,,,
© Davy Young  Create an image from this poem.

Keep Your Chin Up

K-eep your chin up, 
E-vade the forlorn sight; 
N-ew dawn has broken, 
N-ever stay in the night. 
A-im to keep your chin up, remain joyful in the dark day; 
H-igh up in the wide sky, as the clouds are gray. 

G-ladly keep your chin up, 
A-ugust thirtieth Wednesday; 
B-e mirthful and glad 
I-n the midst of bleak way. 
S-mile in a tough situation, 
A-llow not the thrill to stop; 
N-ever fret nor worry, keep your chin up.

Premium Member Chin

What's something 
really gross 
you've seen lately? 

For me, 
it was a toothless old lady 
on a bus stop bench, 
gumming Cheetos she first 
softened up 
in a paper cup of water, 
her mouth and chin 
bright orange.

All Aboard

On this day, a wee time ago_ after rough sails, you floated ashore. From life-giving waters, a brand-new soul_ for my eyes alone_ like unto one never-before. Bless my heart! Just look at that face_ round and chubby, beautifully graced in lace. Two sparkling eyes_ so full of surprise; Ten fluffy fingers, ten teeny toes. One binky-bitty button nose. 

There is no other joy for me; not in this whole world, then my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl! My very own someone to love and to care; to forever sail the seas within the life we share. 

Welcome aboard my life-long friend! As I look upon her now as I remember her then. I still love every fuzzy hair on her chinny-chin-chin. Hawk-eyes cower o’er her year to year, be stills my heart upon ‘er smiles ear-to-ear. So much joy the day steady steps started walking, quickly turned exhausting ‘er munchkin mouth never stopped talking, 

Wishful wondering perky eyes at learning to crawl_ sheer grit of the will-to-stand endures the pains of each fall. Loads of body aches whenever she was hurt or sad. Flash the shock of ‘er face the first time she got mean mad. 

It seemed it took forever but you grew up fast. Tears come to eyes regretful of the time now past. Yet now you are all grown up and out on your own in the world. Just always remember you will forever be my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl!
 ***09292020***

Premium Member Chin-Up

There once was a nanny,* lived in New Guinea
She's spot her billy, O would she whinny
   She'd kick up her feet
   And then she would bleat
She'd curl the hair on his chin-chin-chinny


*A nanny is a female goat

Mr Chin-Held-High

The dry eyed man walked
with his chin held high. 

He'd done his best, and 
said his worst. 
There he walked away, 
away from the hearse. 

Who it contained, 
I do not know... 

But whoever it was, 
they sure got a show.

The Chin Crazy In Love

With you I could do it my way is a pleasure   
If you go away my bouquet will be empty
I know you'll fill the vase forever and ever
Hey stay in the gray and green my moonlight lady

If you go away my bouquet will be empty
I can’t help falling in love with you at the hill
Hey stay in the gray and green my moonlight lady
The moon with the two lovers at the window sill

I can’t help falling in love with you at the hill
I cling to these feelings like the cup with the tea
The moon with the two lovers at the window sill
In your poems the love has been a friend to me

I cling to these feelings like the cup with the tea
We killed the ducks but love is on our side again
In your poems the love has been a friend to me
The chin crazy in love as we walk in the rain

We killed the ducks but love is on our side again
The red lilacs bloom in your breath when I need you
The chin crazy in love as we walk in the rain
The air that I breathe from your lungs smells of the dew

The red lilacs bloom in your breath when I need you
I know you'll fill the vase forever and ever
The air that I breathe from your lungs smells of the dew
With you I could do it my way is a pleasure

April 9, 2018
Music pantoum - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Musician: Julio Iglesias
Titles: 1) My Way 2) If you go away 3) Forever and ever 4) Moonlight lady 5) Can’t help falling in love 6) Feelings 7) Two Lovers  8) Love has been a friend to me  9) Love is on our side again 10) Crazy in love  11) when I need you  12) The air that I breathe 13) Hey

A Real Chin Scratcher

I scratch my chin
while i sit and ponder
And i wonder
about that poetess
way down yonder
Shes far away 
So many miles
Filled with so many poetic styles
But now shes asked me to make her smile.
But what kind of smile im not quite clear
Is it one from ear to ear
Or maybe just a smirk i fear
Oh dear Oh dear
I must take care whats written here. 
I know that this will sound absurd 
But should I attach two cranes upon these words
And fasten to the corners of her cheeks 
And hoist them upwards as she reads.
But maybe thats just a way to cheat
And it might just make her grit her teeth
Maybe ill send it with chocolates
And a yellow rose 
or a music box
with a ballerina dancin on her toes
I just dont know
So ill sit and ponder a little while 
About means and ways to make her smile
That poetess down yonder across the miles

For PD's make me smile contest

Untitled #291 / Turn Your Chin To the Sky

“Imagine sky high above
in Caribbean blue”
I pity the fool who must imagine this spectacular sight!
For even now it is right before my eyes!
Friend, turn your chin to the sky!

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