Best Finalized Poems
Rice fields look the same except
for this one; this one who knew me
before i was born… and lying on her
fertile belly, she tosses the mist
of evening’s bamboo for raindrops to
moisten the flesh of gentle cattle.
Through serenades from elders
gathering in a bonfire of twitters
and jousts,a carousel of birds wheels
in a rhapsody, then takes flight along
scented air whisking tiny lanterns
near the plain,while rivers blue twirl
on rustic clay. How beautiful can she be!
I must have twirled with her on a cradle
of blushing petals swirling oh so feathery!
Waking up for some reason, dusted grains
on my eyes ignite this one
spectacle tryst with my rice field
where I have become different...
my head throbbing in sweet surrender,
perhaps, claiming the very floor
of my navel through her ripened harvest.
...................
Judged and Finalized 6/18/2016
I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada -1
Contest of Broken Wings
Resubmitted 7/1/2016
Categories:
finalized, beautiful, places,
Form:
Light Verse
Spring Cleaning
Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring,
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.
Written : © 3/21/16
Deadline: 4/13/16
Finalized: 3/24/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
finalized, april, celebration, change, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
When dreamtime leads me to a mystic land
I saunter quietly ... climbing a hill,
For the kingdom of fairies and elves reigns
With gossamer wings and jewels in their hair.
A sapphire castle laps with ambient winds
Robed in diamante from godly hands.
Sweet mist of air and silver voices echo
Through quivering rock pools of hawthorns green.
This lofty place thrills bright imaginings
Upon glittered sands like tiers of limestone,
Hard marbles and finely-polished pebbles
Lie dotted through rainbow of stardust ,untold.
Tasseled wands bestow spells on the courtyard
Beguiling my eye with pixie- waltz steps
Until, at the height of enchanted awe
Fairy Queen lends magic, then fades in dreams!
Second Chance # 3 Contest of Broken Wings
Posted 4/21/2016
Judging Finalized 4/27/2016
Categories:
finalized, fairy, magic, places,
Form:
Light Verse
Winter finally exhales its last frozen breath
as I inhale victory over our duel with death.
Slowly, the snow melts from its deep drifts,
as we cross life's bridge and seek Spring's gifts.
I rise from my bed where I had lain for weeks,
tiptoe to the cradle to see the blush on her cheeks.
Pink glow of health, my child peacefully sleeps
and breathes easy where death no longer creeps.
Finally, life smiles and gives us another chance
as Spring renews the earth in her colorful dance.
Tulips, clover, wisteria in profusion everywhere.
Life is more beautiful when its been given a scare.
Through an opened window, my eyes partake
Irises budding on the banks of the thawed lake.
Water hyacinths being visited by the honey bee.
Visions of Spring I thought I'd never again see.
Baby birds in their nests, call their mothers to be fed.
My little daughter's cheeks are becoming scarlet red.
I'll nurse her hunger with motherly love, missing so long,
while kittens purr, and robins sing an enchanting song.
How glorious it feels to be well and so vibrantly alive.
My precious child and I will now blossom and thrive.
A sun drenched pasture is one of the season's charms.
Tomorrow I'll walk in clover with my babe in my arms.
A prayer to give thanks for this sunshine flowery day
and restored life that almost took hers and mine away.
My garden's finery lavishly adorns sweet Mother Earth.
It's a daffodil day! A time to enjoy Spring's new birth.
Spring, an appropriate name I've chosen for my child.
Precious infant nurtured when Winter winds turned mild.
Ruffles of pink adorn you like the petals of a cabbage rose.
I promise to keep you safe, so close your eyes and doze.
Nymph of my heart, I pray that you become a lovely flower.
Grow into a woman, sweet as jasmine on a garden bower.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Contest was finalized on 4/13/16 Written on 3/20/16
Categories:
finalized, baby, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
As scented air aroused my misty mind,
a shadow broke the early morning Sun,
aromas wafting from the morning’s grind,
assured the senses morning had begun.
I felt an airy presence from afar.
Unnerved, I sought some comfort in my joe
when then appeared this early morning star
with beauty that would set the dawn aglow.
She passed with nonchalance and without glance,
and as I gaped, she simply stared astray,
her exit, with a whim and fickle prance,
fanned arrogance that whisked my breath away.
I contemplated thoughts of giving chase
though in a haze I let her slip away,
but like the Sun, this path she may retrace
and destiny could pass again my way.
And as the morning’s essence ebbed and waned,
her image kept returning o’er again,
the vision twisted aimlessly in vain
as sunrise caused her beauty to transcend.
I finalized my mundane morning rite
then pondered how its remnants would unfold,
and knew… that I had seen the Morning’s Light
and hoped once more its beauty I’d behold.
Categories:
finalized, allusion, beauty, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
When father died I held onto his cold dead hand,
then, I let father go to Heaven with an embrace;
though, I knew with me his spirit would always stand,
I did not want to ever, ever release him.
When mother died I held her tightly to my heart,
then, I let mother go to Heaven with an embrace;
though, I knew in my life she would always be part,
I did not want to ever, ever release her.
When grandma- my inspiration- died my soul shattered,
then, I let grandma go to Heaven with an embrace;
she said write- and I let my poems be scattered,
I did not want to ever, ever release her.
When my child died without even seeing the sky,
I let baby go to Heaven with an embrace;
when my true love left, I stood at his grave weeping why,
I did not want to ever, ever release him.
When each pet cat went down that rainbow road,
I let them go to Heaven with an embrace;
and though I knew that they had been from God borrowed,
I did not want to ever, ever release them.
"Find peace for the dead embrace you still though they dwell above;
oh, it is never easy in this life to let go and release love."
___________________
May 1, 2021
Added after contest finalized-
Poetry/Rhyme/Letting Go
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1350-802-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Embrace and Release
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/13/2021
First Place
Categories:
finalized, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
five generations
connected to my grandpa
kindred forefather
parents united
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
adoring siblings
warmhearted and devoted
affections of blood
money not vital
wealthy in rich loyalty
assets of true faith
our childhood dog Bo
my sweet Golden Retriever
my canine best bud
united as one
roots form a family tree
belovedly linked
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
Categories:
finalized, childhood, family, happiness, love,
Form:
Haiku
She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand. As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.
But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy
metal
staff
for
balance...
after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for
one
pathetic
soul.
The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun. She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.
She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood. With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.
"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"
They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all. He
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...
He
burst
into
flames;
then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.
She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.
The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.
"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."
She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.
The room darkened from his moonly mind.
"My dear, the other soul...is yours."
Categories:
finalized, confusion, death, introspection, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I wanted to be free of hurt and pain.
Your cruel act left a horrible stain.
I wanted to just vanish,
I longed to be banished.
You took my self worth.
and I questioned my birth.
I was numb,
and I felt dumb.
I hated life,
I felt only strife.
Each time you touched me,
I died slowly.
You caused me to live in fear.
You robbed me of my tears.
I became a mute, I couldn't speak,
but one day silence reached it's pique.
I found my voice and I wanted to live,
and I had to somehow survive.
My inner strength rose up very bold
I told you to take your filthy hands of me,
and I felt a gentle peace take hold.
I went from a victim to a victor instantly.
Contest Name:Victim Or Victor
Date Finalized: 09-21-16
10-08-16
Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please- 2
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
finalized, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
"Be careful about reading health
books. Some fine day you'll
die of a misprint"
- Markus Herz.
Once,
I had a particular problem;
fear of falling. Desperation
drove me to a library,
and found a book talking about
a cure. It read
"cure for falling......" with some
words missing. I blended
together some herbs written in the book,
which produced a concoction whose
color hadn't been given a name
in the dictionary.
I took the drink and slept.
The following morning I woke up;
dizzy. I felt like a balloon
in space. I was afraid of falling
from my bed. Doubting the cure,
I went through the book in the Internet.
My foot!
It was a re-published version of an 18th century
spell book,
which advised on the cure of fear
of falling in love!
I didn't have a shaman's advise on taking
the nasty drink.
I wish I went through the book my counselor
gave me,
rather than healing myself in a cheap,
costly way....
Contest Finalized: 28/4/2016
Publishing Date: 12/4/2016
Categories:
finalized, books, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
I discovered
an unexpected gift
on the bluff
above the sea:
smooth stones
line a labyrinth,
someone’s loving labor.
I let the path take me
on a peaceful pilgrimage,
wend and weave my way;
my mind wanders.
I give myself
to the labyrinth,
trusting that,
eventually,
the stones will lead me
to the center
if I just
let it happen.
7/26/2017
N/A in contest End July Premiere Contest, finalized 7/28/2017
entered in contest A poem I wrote and sent drifting
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Categories:
finalized, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
mossy vines served as camourflage
on a decaying gravestone, in old graveyard,
time not revealed the names on that stone,
was this the one for which I had been searching hard.
been looking back in history at my family tree
some I have found, was a pleasure to see
names of old folks that imaged me,
I am what I am, because of history.
this one dirty and unkempt, hidden away, seemed no one cared,
two names are gouged out of the stone
as though their life they hadn’t shared.....yet
someone had cared when their life was done.
what crime had they committed to be left alone,
had they gone against family rights and wrongs
looking up the names in history, it is shown
falling in love, to each other belonged
a hindu and a muslim so much in love
they married yet had to hide this fact,
shamed, their family no longer proud of,
died together in a suicidal act.
no one to care for their blessed names
on this gravestone, covered in vine,
who are the guilty ones who bares this blame,
caring in future for this plot, will be mine.
Contest : camourflage me a poem
Theme used :mossy vines served as camourflage
on a decaying gravestone, in old graveyard,
This poem to be entered in Take the dagger from my heart, please Contest
penned 4 August 2016
"
someone to care N/A
Contest Camouflage Me A Poem
Finalized 8/10/2016 12:00:00 AM
Categories:
finalized, family,
Form:
Free verse
He was a stray cat who suddenly one day appeared,
and for this old cats safety within days- I feared;
when I tried to touch his fur he hissed and growled,
but, when I was inside he meowed and howled.
So, I decided to save him from living on the street danger,
and hoped this old cat would trust this stranger;
I named him Grumpy Cat because, well he was,
in no time- on my heart he left impressions of his paws.
The unconditional love we soon shared was amazing,
often, I would find his golden eyes into my eyes gazing;
I gave him baths and after- I held for a long time to my heart,
and his rusty purr rumbled and into my life he was part.
For twelve years it was pure bliss- until his sudden death;
when he left footprints within my soul in his last breath.
Added after contest finalized-
Written April 29, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/In My Heart and Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1350-406-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, "Footprints"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire, Judged 05/03/2021
Second Place
Categories:
finalized, cat, love,
Form:
Rhyme
WATER
Water Invigorates the Human Body
Hydration is so important for our body’s creation
to maintain as we play, run, and exercise
Our fluids start leaving our body through sweating
Dehydration can be life-threatening
Requisite is so important for water filtration for our benefit
Safe, clean drinking water to filter and make definite
Safe water supply , impermeable with safe amount of fluoride
Adequate drinking water is however, scarce in many hot regions
Precipitation released from the clouds in different forms;
Water cycle to our Earth
It cools and condenses into rain,
freezing rain, snow, or hail in the clouds
falling to the surface clean and clear
Water evaporates from the surface of the earth
rising again into the atmosphere
It varies in the amount that falls thought out the world
Making our earth seventy-one percent water
Besides the water that exists beneath the Earth’s surface
Leaving twenty-nine percent continents and island
Three point five percent is freshwater lakes and in crystallization form
As glaciers polar ice caps
If you could melt all the ice, the sea level would rise
Water itself is not blue, water gives of blue light upon reflection
Water invigorates the human body, animals, and plants
It is also important element on earth to survive
No water no life on earth
4/12/2016
Contest Name Second Chance #3
Sponsor Broken Wings
Yes finalized 4/17/2016 12:00:00 AM
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION
Categories:
finalized, earth, life, water,
Form:
Free verse
My childhood started to end when it’s power began to show.
With a trash bag and shovel, into the forest we go.
My first, father buried under a tree.
Watching and realizing, one day it will be me.
Every dog since then, holding them as others push plungers,
So that my best friends, wouldn’t have to die alone with strangers.
At twenty, in a parlor, lays a friend’s five year old brother,
Seeing God in the eyes of that child’s mother.
I can still see her standing beside his little coffin.
Now with kids of my own, I think of her often.
Understanding faith and how it will get you thru,
And respecting other’s choices on just what is true.
The family’s new patriarchs and matriarchs have buried the old.
After two generations, memories start to grow cold.
As my shadow grips me tighter with pain and in mirror.
With every day’s night, in my bed, it snuggles nearer.
On the units of my profession, souls lay in procession.
Crossing many shadows in a day with acts of compassion.
Peace at the hour of sleep with Ambien,
Theirs to keep until waking up to the truth again.
Wiping the tears that run down their face,
When words can’t give what is in an embrace.
Timed by the critical numbers in lab values,
Giving the Artisan no rest from monuments and statues.
Morphine when breathing becomes a battle,
As their disappearing shadow becomes a rattle.
Soon their eyes are frozen in a blank stare.
Auscultating a heartbeat that is no longer there.
Masters give illusions of sleep in a viewing.
In mediums and dreams they are still living.
Headlights of touched souls, in parades of cars,
Belies among Sartre’s roles, the only one that is truly ours?
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Contest: Any Sad Poem
Finalized: 11.03.15
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed: 2nd
Poem Written: 12.10.14
Categories:
finalized, death, funeral, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme