Best Emilie Poems


To Emilie

Ever thoughtful and kind, you rejuvenate my days
Making me laugh and smile with your ever shining rays
In truth, you are amazing, so cheerful and so bright
Like a mind-boggling revelation, I can see a new light
I often find myself wondering why we never spoke before
Economics was rather boring, but we found an open door!

Dependently, I discovered one sun inside this darkened place
Invariably I understand that there is good within disgrace  
Caught inside the pains of life, your positivity has a power
Kept away from fear and sadness, you sweeten what is sour 
I cannot describe in mere words how much I appreciate you
Now I reach into the dark to find something so new
Somehow I will show the world what you have done for me
Onwards into friendship, our light they will surely see 
Never forget that you are awesomtastically brilliant, Emilie!

This Naked Dance

"This Naked Dance"



This naked dance
before the tenuous 
judgement of sentences
the company of words 
from all the silent voices 
seated in the front rows 
of this our dark audience 

the jury of lost lovers
wanting their heroes 

to hear songs stolen
delivered by angels 
swallowed by demons
their notes played in
affidavits continuous
in the courts of denial
these habits contagious 

lifted by suede fingertips
to Munch mouth

a cavernous silence 
waiting for some 
sound of contrition
from the you 
without numbers
now free pool playing 
piano keys

reversing the tune 
of our journey

smyth sewing stitches 
is your gaol 
opening memories in 
the industrial room
there are no windows
to see the blue sky
of you once were 

some kind of happy
before the damage

I’ll walk through
all your mirrors
like a ghost 
that haunts you forever 
to find where 
the heart of you split 
and scattered 

in the bleak corridors
of your prisons

forgiveness 
comes and goes
in silent waves 
back into the shores 
and certainties of me
then is dragged out 
tangled up to the mast with you

in the hangman’s rope
submerging 

in the undertow
with the tide of our life
to where the things
with sharp teeth 
wait for us
we are not fat enough 
with life yet to be seen 

as delicious 
there is something missing

within us 
we are standing still 
we are asphyxiated 
sucked to the sides of life we are
pilot fish in the corridors 
of our phantom penitentiary
not prescient enough

to evolve fully our flavours
to become complete

so we continue to dance naked
in deeper waters

pushing envelopes
before the tenuous 
judgement of sentences
the company of words 
from all the silent voices 
seated in the front rows 
of this, our invisible
dark audience 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)




"Come as You Are" / Emilie Simone (Nirvana cover)
https://youtu.be/3So59E6NxSg

Premium Member O, Dry Your Glistening Tears

 

God has them in his arms
All the children and their heroes
O, the tragedy of New town
My heart is broken . . .

I weep and pray for the little ones
And those who died with them
And even those who survived
Each day a reliving pain . . .

Mourned throughout the world
The grief and suffering unbearable
God, it is so hard to fathom the evil
My heart is bleeding tears . . .

All those babies and the adults
Safe within Heavens gate now
Each with delicate and beautiful wings
Angels shining bright . . .

I pray for their families and friends
There is no answer to the question why
You can ask forever and never know
This existence borrowed time . . .

God, is our world so hopeless and evil
That our babies must die, needlessly
And those who try to protect them
O, dry your glistening tears . . .



In memory of

Charlotte, Daniel Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Madelaine
Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Jack, Noah, Caroline
Jessica, Avielle, Benjamin, Allison, Emilie

and

Rachel, Lauren, Mary, Victoria, Dawn, and Anne


__________________________
December 23, 2012


Poetry/Verse/O, Dry Your Glistening Tears
Copyright Protected, ID 12-444-565-23
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France


Tropic of Cancer

"Tropic of Cancer"



Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines 
blind to all

like diamonds 
they are invisible
the keys 
written and held

Winter stars puzzle the sky
Northward a cold frontier 
waits beckoning
Capricorn’s Summer's dream

Escape Hell South
Where Heaven is a blue sky 
golden beach purgatory
littered with pristine fingernail shells

Chinaman's Beach
the child grown
no more school bells
days are long and free to roam

Nine inch nails
to be buried in 
some other coffin
burned and pushed out to sea

Cancer has been kissed away
alongside Soldier crabs and
prisoners in 
Balmoral Beach cells

Wolves breathe hot 
on cool paws 
smiling wet lips
for thanksgiving

Circle of Magic
drawn in the warm sand
Ocean lapping 
King tide kissing bare feet

On the other side
a future waiting, calling
Omen of higher self chairs
voices in the mind debating

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




“Impasse”, Angel Oslen
https://youtu.be/kWUtALx9i14







Impasse/ Lyrics
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angelolsen/impasse.html


Emilie Simon - Fleur De Saison
https://youtu.be/W3RUJ22Ca2k

Gustav Klimt

He was the son of Ernst, an immigrant gold engraver, 
his devoted mother Anna was a gifted musician-
Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was but one of seven children, 
all three talented sons were in constant competition. 

In 1876 he attended Vienna School of Arts and Crafts,
an architectural painter he was training to be-
The Golden Order of Merit from the emperor he received, 
and became an honorary member of Munich’s university.

Losing his father and his brother took a pitiful toll, 
the tragedies affected his artistic vision and style-
But he met his companion Emilie Floge; life turned around,
and fathered fourteen children all the while. 

Klimt took summer holidays with Emilie’s family,
off the shores of Attersee and painted landscapes there-
He became president of the Vienna Succession, 
provided exhibitions for other starving artists who cared. 

In 1894 he was commissioned to decorate the ceiling
in the famous University of Vienna’s Great Hall-
All three paintings were overly sexual and too disturbing,
so, they ended up being destroyed out of rage after all. 

Klimt’s Golden Phase was positively successful, 
many of his paintings from this period utilized gold leaf-
His first use of gold is traced back to Pallas Athene (1898),
taking small trips to Venice inspired his gold motif.

Most of his routine models were prostitutes,
posing in any way that would please his desire-
He was a highly erotic man who loved women,
but his dear Emilie was always his greatest fire. 

He died in Vienna on February 6, 1918 from a stroke, 
his paintings are some of the highest priced individually-
He lived a life of complicated freedom with pride,
yet placed a special importance on spirituality. 

Klimt never painted a self-portrait of himself,
he thought there was nothing special about his silhouette-
If someone wanted to see who he really was, 
he’d say, “look at my paintings and you won’t forget”.


Klimt Poetry Contest
December 13, 2017

The Sounds of Home

Home                    
                   Children laugh and play 
                 Pop, pop, the popcorn is ready
               Waaa, waaa baby needs her bottle 
              Bark, bark the puppy needs to go outside 
             Click, click, click daddy works on the computer 
          Sizzle, sizzle, pop, pop mommy is cooking dinner 
               Bam, bam, bam brother plays the drums 
               Tip,  tap, whirl sister is practicing a dance 
               The leaves rustle outside in the backyard 
               Ho hum, mommy yawns, it’s time for bed 
               Thump, brother falls on his knees to pray 
               Shhhh, quiet now my child it’s time to sleep 
               Muah a goodnight kiss for all the children  
               ZZZZZZ  the family is all snug in their beds 
                                10/19/2021 

Written for Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet


Stroll In the Cemetery

The afternoon was chilly cold
When I made up my mine to stroll.
But where can one's thoughts smoothly flay
Than at the cemetery on a cold day.

And there I was well destined
Jumping o'er the praying grasses woven
Across the cemetery's path-
soon there I was haven't had a bath.

Then I stood at my sweet mum's  grave
where I sighed and calmly wept.
Oh sweet mother who is gone to the conclave
Where all the souls are kept.

HEREIN LIE THE BONES OF BIH EMILIE
WHO ALWAYS BEFORE HER DEATH
SANG TO THE GLORY OF GOD
REST IN PEACE.

And I wept as I read
For sweet mum is gone and all is red.
And why do i weep when death is inevitable?
Well because she left me so soon 
and I never enjoyed her warmth.

She to me was the best of mothers
And top all the best of companions.
But she was gone, forever,
Making me develop today this fever.
© NGT NGT  Create an image from this poem.

Forever

A silk gown long and white
The veil covered her face
Heeled shoes of pearls and lace
Hands gripped the flowers tight
She’d falter not this night
She walked with poise and grace

A black suit stained with tears
Her fingers through his hair
She touched his skin with care
Was approached by her peers
Confirming her worst fears
Her heart could feel him there

In death as was in life
They were husband and wife
          03/12/2021

Written for HexSonnetta Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emilie Pinet

Truth Or Lies

I fail to understand how lies are built
I fail to comprehend how tongues twist words
Preparing lies is holding the hilt
And stab many selfless saints from their herds
Staying under the quilt leads to pure guilt

I fail to understand how life has no truth
I fail to comprehend how there’s no fair play
Keeping a mouth shut is breaking a healthy tooth.
Might as well give birth to a bloke with speech delay
Reality is not the blessed kissing booth

Truth is taking a vaccine to be immune
From the virus of mischief, silence and pain
Truth is singing notes constantly in tune
While lying is singing off key with high gain
Therefore, all these lies must end real soon


Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emilie Pinet
Date: 3/12/2020

Insurrection

Insurrection hearings are here
Over 20 million viewers
Hoping indictments will appear
For all of the evil-doers.
Government coup
What can we do?

Waiting for action for a year
Riots, liars, MAGA spewers.
Give them their due, and shed not a tear;
Prosecute all the wrongdoers.
Jail him post-haste
Trump, piece of waste. 


Jun 13, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest, sponsored by Emilie Pinet

Emilie Parker

** This poem is in memory of Emilie Parker, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. She loved the color pink and to draw. 



Clouds create pictures in the sky.

As Emilie draws them in Heaven on her pink bed.



She is drawing pink hearts and ribbons.

For Emilie wants to create pictures of love and peace in our hearts and minds.



Look for the image of the letters C and L in the sky.

Emilie is pouring her love and care out to the world.



One drawing at a time.

Mother

Mother, you’ve been gone for twelve months
I write poems upon your desk
The house looks different, you wouldn’t like it
Now I know why you worked and worked to keep it in order
 I comprehend why you polished the silver
 I believe the dishes should be put up every night
 I see why we shouldn’t bring food to our rooms
Mother, we miss you terribly, we love you so
I sit in the living room, I write upon your desk
The couch smells like your perfume
The pictures rest in the closet, I don’t know why
Mother, your voice rings out on the second floor
Now I know why we tidied our rooms in the mornings
 I comprehend why schoolwork comes first
 I find myself being just like you “pick up your clothes”,” feed the dog”
Mother, how I wish I told you I loved you more often
The house looks different, you wouldn’t like it
Now I know why you worked and worked to keep us in order
Mother, you’ve been gone for so long
I write poems upon your desk
It feels like you’re right here
                06/10/2021

Written for Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet
(no letter a)

Freedom

I hope this is the beginning of my life.
To move away from the duties of a wife.
Every day was a new experience to me.
I didn't bother about what I should actually see.

I am happy to be alone in this world.
After being silent and almost hurled.
Though I was not prepared for all this.
Now I know everything is as simple as it is.

The first step towards my freedom is attained.
It is the result of my sight regained.
I am not a perfect person as the world think.
Everything that I have could leave me in a blink.

I would definitely like to explore without strife.
I hope this is the beginning of my life.

Orphan sonnet contest
Emilie Pinet

To Know You Is To Love You

When I say “I can’t take anymore.” 
It’s really quite a shame 
That doesn’t mean I’ll shut the door 
It’s become a losing game 
No one here is keeping score 

To know you is to love you 
To hold you is a need 
My mind floods with memories of you 
Making my heart bleed 
There is no one above you 

I don’t want to isolate you  
Lock you up at home 
Or make those people hate you 
They do that on their own 
Their image can't create you 

People claim to be your friend 
Yet, they long to see your sorrow 
If ever our love should end 
They’d have all of you tomorrow 
It’s on you that they depend 
             10/13/2021

Written for Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet

Live Your Life

Forgive your shortcomings, seize the day
Go for the true happiness that you seek
Count stars at night, indulge yourself, and write
Work efficiently then take time to play
Love with all your heart and expect nothing
Compromise but don’t let your morals sway
Take time to feel raindrops and taste the snow
Sculpt a masterpiece, your life is the clay
Be sure to think about the words you speak
Indulge yourself and write, count stars at night
Smile if things are tough, it will be okay
                         05/01/2021

Written for A new Abracadabra Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet

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