Best Emilie Poems
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
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
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"
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
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
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
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.
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
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 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
** 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, 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)
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
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
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