Best Clicking Poems
Encouraged by a teacher I adored,
I wrote a little poem at age nine.
I don't remember writing any more
till that same lady taught me in ninth grade.
One day when we were talking at her desk,
I saw a single laminated sheet.
I took a closer look and realized
the childish cursive on the page was mine.
She'd saved "My Winter Poem" all those years
and brought it as my gift. I almost cried.
When, as a poet, I feel uninspired,
I think of one who cared so long ago.
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Almost five decades later, I clicked "Send,"
and my first full-length manuscript took flight!
I prayed and waited for a "Yea" or "Nay"--
“Not right for us” or “We will publish this”!
Regardless of the outcome, I'd be glad
I’d mustered courage for this first attempt.
My memory of conquering the fear
of clicking “Send” is vivid to this day.
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My book came out about four years ago.
Commercially, it isn’t a success,
but I have no regrets. My bucket list
now lacks “Submit a full-length manuscript”!
Date: November 25, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: What Have You Kicked Off Your Bucket List placed 1st
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
constant clicking
of a ball point pen
sudoku
I lost my father suddenly with no goodbye
Oh, all of my life he had been my rock
I looked down at him and of course I wept why, why
Now, part of me is chained with a brass lock
Father had many quotes that made my young soul fly
He said life is about each building block
On nature hikes I first saw beauty through his eye
I will miss always our long walks and talk
Now, I glide in a blue sky drifting up high, high
I dip, float and soar like an orphaned hawk
And at his cold tomb I sing him a lullaby
Rest in peace . . . "as life is a clicking clock"
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June 14, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/''life is a clicking clock''
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1465-611-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/15/2022
A night, again, in waking sleep,
Unuttered words that write the wall
From depths of darkness figures creep
Beneath the million fathom fall
Unspeakable the dreams that fright
The squinted eyes belie the wake
Beneath the sheets to flee the fight
And unformed lies the voices make
A promise, bargain, deal to death
Felled on ears that will deny
Ushered to betray in breath
The truth that sleep is but a lie
In the day's too honest light
The facts that once obscured are bare
The fears evaded in the night
Remain and quest the soul to tear
A wish, once made, can only die
The worst of all desires untold
Anything that grows to try
Will wither in the winter's cold
The waking brings the banishment
The sleeping can't afford
But the whisper's vanishment
Is undone by will's accord
Though too sweet the words once spun
And the price too great to say
Life's a game not easily won
Until the dice are thrown away
A night, again, in waking sleep,
Forgotten words exposed to swear
The oath he oaths to wholly keep
In the Game, there's none unfair
Be it love, or hope, or lust
That drives the mind to needs of want
So badly that one would entrust
Such evil with the heart's one haunt
Impossible, the logic cries
The truest evil's the mind of man
Projecting those traits we so despise
Is but the brain's self-loathing plan
Impossible, the hearts dictates
And truly wrong, but be it so
Then what's the price? The soul berrates
For the secrets that heart does stow?
Unsleeping, so the one returns
Whose promises resound through thought
And name and words to the flesh he burns
So that his offer not be forgot
If but a touch of lunacy already exists
What is the matter of spreading the rot
When a ticking clock is what resists
The selling is hardly worth the thought
In another night of waking daze
To make one last oath he may,
"Just sacrifice your mind to craze,
And I will take your pain away"
The deal once struck cannot revoke
The sacrifice is in the smile
The delivery of pays bespoke
Cements the access to freely while
With every day, the sleeping's less
And words will flow from wall to hand
Building to the mind's egress
The hourglass killing shards of sand
When the time has run and no hours will flow
He will come to me to find
Into the madness I'll gladly go
For, unto him, I sold my mind.
"I endlessly reach into the past; I seldom seek out
the future; and I struggle to stay in the present."
Quote _Constance
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Time is tick-tick, click, click, clicking, away,
and memories shake the ocean of sleep;
lost in a maze of tombstones black and grey,
shadows on my wall of time to keep, keep.
I see the beautiful bouquets in heaps,
the curtains stir and I pull close the years;
my life is weather stained with weeping tears,
and wind is whispering through the willows.
And time is tick-tick, clicking in my ears;
but still I dwell with beloved shadows.
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June 9, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/Time is Tick-Tick, Clicking Away
Copyright Protected/ID 20-1259-275-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Time
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Clicking next!!!
I now, know and vow,
That I must not
throw the 'self' in to the sea of sorrow
And also note
to lift her without the urge to borrow,
Decisevly getting a boat
that even sails past volcano and snow
with an engine of hope
with an ardent toil to grow
the boat...
that always feels being in the start button
while embarking at the top,
That punchs trouble
to launch a new blossom!
Sorry for you! my dearest Dears!
Demise and Failure!
I am not taking your shortcut lectures
I have to learn
I have to earn
myself!
for what so ever hurdles
put in the book of life under any pretext
No surprises! holding self,
on choicefull keyboard, I just click next!!
Bereket Gebrehaimanot (Z-ARDENT)
31/08/2021, 7:31AM
mndfbnkrhm
Clicking next!!!
I now, know and vow,
That I must not
throw the 'self' in to the sea of sorrow
And also note
to lift her without the urge to borrow,
Decisevly getting a boat
that even sails past volcano and snow
with an engine of hope
with an ardent toil to grow
the boat...
that always feels being in the start button
while embarking at the top,
That punchs trouble
to launch a new blossom!
Sorry for you! my dearest Dears!
Demise and Failure!
I am not taking your shortcut lectures
I have to learn
I have to earn
myself!
for what so ever hurdles
put in the book of life under any pretext
No surprises! holding self,
on choicefull keyboard, I just click next!!
Bereket Gebrehaimanot (Z-ARDENT)
31/08/2021, 7:31AM
mndfbnkrhm
The birds are clicking
They are chirping and trilling
Warming up dew on flowers
What is that clicking sound against my fingernail?
Click. Click. Click.
I stop typing and listen. It is a different clicking, smaller sound.
I look down expecting to see a bug
But it looks like something different.
Moves differently and it is pink and purple.
Click. Click. Click.
I get out a magnifying glass.
A teeny tiny itsy bitsy unicorn is on my right ring finger.
Clicking away with her teeny tiny itsy bitsy little hoofs.
I smile, and change my mind about the sound.
Rather than a click, click click,
It is now a clip clop clip clop clip clop.
Paradigm shift!
K-iss the storm goodbye,
I-t's a sunny Saturday;
M-orn has just broken,
B-ringing brightness to the gray.
E-arly eleventh February,
R-ain and cold chill depart;
L-et the beacon warm
Y-our soul and your heart.
A-llow the night to pass,
L-et the Friday fog fade;
T-wilight is already over,
H-aze is gone into the shade.
E-rase the files in the card, to have more space or area;
A-im at the amazing angle, start clicking your camera.
"Clicking Chopsticks"
It's raining snow
Monkeys and
I'm not in
Any
Way
Where
I thought
I might be
At this time
Or place but
Please place
Me in the seat
That I was
Meant
To
Be
In
.