Best Involves Poems
(a Triple Triolet)
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . .
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.
Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leads. And I LOVED this movie and its message!
For Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest
When you get to stand
On the outside of the circle
Do you like what you see around you?
How you react to life
How you react to the challenges thrown at you
Do you feel guilty about your actions?
How you handled a particular situation
Do you sometimes wish you could do it over?
When that hits you,
You can feel at ease with who you are
Because you still have a conscience
Unlike others who go through life
Hurting people,
Those who walk all over others
‘Cause they not in agreement with their needs
In life we tend to forget
That being human involves compassion
Humanity means to show that you actually care
Especially when no one is around to praise you
For all the unseen extra you do
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Good old ageing inevitably involves loss
Affecting our faculties
Varied for each individual
Different losses ,different degrees
Frustrating and difficult it is
A struggle at times to say the least
Adjusting and learning to cope with
“Life’s old age beast”
Along with losses there are personal gains
We individually accrue
The greatest blessing age has gifted me
Is absolute appreciation and gratitude!
they do
and sheep possess concentration levels
that allow them to watch television
which is extraordinary
and so is broccoli
i like polo mints
my daughter calls them doughnut mints
her favourite book is called 'stop that cow'
which involves a 357 mag with an 8-inch barrel
a pig in a forty-nine dollar wig
the agitated cow asks, "you wouldn't happen to have
a pack of cigarettes."
the guinea hog replies, "i don't smoke."
"i didn't think so."
i met my best friend in a cafe
he told me statistics mean nothing
God, if you're listening,
I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet to be answered.
I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I am dead.
That must be the only answer. That I must be stuck in this spiral of hell for my sins.
That he murdered me that day when he pierced through me. That I must be lying there dead this very minute, left alone on that splintering, cold, hard floor.
God, if you're listening,
Is this some sort of punishment? If this isn't hell, then what messed up purgatory is this? What is my test? To see if I can make it out alive? Or, better yet, to see if I turn to you in my time of need?
God, if you're listening,
Here's the thing. Why put me in this place?
Why give your "strongest soldiers your hardest battles"?
Why give me so much pain that I must reflect it on my skin?
Why make me feel shame for tarnishing my porcelain hips with marks that burn like a scarlet letter?
God, if you're listening,
I don't think I quite understand how all of this is part of "your plan".
What exactly is your plan?
Whatever it is, since it apparently involves me having to relive my most traumatic moments in my head from dusk till dawn, I do not want any part in it.
God, if you're listening,
I'm sorry if I am coming off too harsh, but don't you see that I am angry?
How can I worship you when there is so much pain in the world?
For someone who claims to love all of their children, sir I would be calling CPS for child neglect.
God, if you're listening,
Your children are crying and suffering. No matter how many times we go down on bended knees, proclaiming our dedication to you and our love to you, it seems as if it will never be enough.
So, God, if you're listening,
Go to hell.
Take death back
The doctor's objective
review
Argues and
life skills
Take death back
Death involves a loss
Essential treatment,
whatever price?
The ballad of life
Take death back
One last act
on one's existence
overwhelming
The vulnerable situation
always an uncertainty
Take death back
Life's rowing boat, without oars
Free entrance
Not today, not tomorrow
not this month
Life ...
- with death on hold
Take death back
I'm not ready
to say goodbye
... dad
The doctor's last answer :
... "Sorry
... there's no more we can do"
03/12/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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When change does not delight
Life is constantly changing
We know it involves both pain and joy
It's when the day lights up
The awareness of the key
which opens the hearts of others
Be real instead of perfect
I can not stop the wind,
but I can teach myself to sail with
The smell of flowering bushes and trees
Meet the changes of life without worry
One thing is for sure ... that nothing is certain
The direction of life, what you want in your heart
By the power you carry within you, the seeds of the future
A starting point for new experiences
10.05.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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* Poem of the Day 12.05.2018
My mind
unstable foundation.
They keep talking,
through dreams, comes communication.
A combination,
another citation
never any satisfaction
(Look over here, another distraction)
Formation into another illustration
division by another diversion.
So, what version can take me out of isolation?
(Wait, murder? I thought this was multiplication.)
How many live there now? I need some information.
Because if this conversation involves a congregation
then call for an assembly, it’s time for orientation.
How many are there? I think this is beyond regulation.
It’s time for a confession!
(Why? There has been no violation.)
The situation may be a possession
But I do not have the protection of religion.
Nothing in moderation
We do not need validation from an administration.
The revelation has been in question.
Objection! This is all just speculation.
I’m getting a suspicion that there have been signs of manipulation.
There are signs of depression and in addition
I would like to draw your attention to the blatant exaggeration
and ask for your cooperation
So, we can move past the persecution
to focus on the solution.
The verdict is in!
What is the conclusion?
To Be Continued...
Calling oneself a poet takes unmitigated gall and guts
And he or she should be prepared
To throw oneself off a high cliff
Or under the proverbial bus
Whenever the expression of innermost thoughts,
Emotions, ideas or beliefs are concerned
Those who lay it all out on the line often times
Get busted, beaten, belittled or burned.
Speaking straight from the heart
And soul typically involves taking
A road less easily traveled
Or mountain made steeper to climb
From those who read but cannot see
Beauty and truth hit them between their eyes.
To write of an ex-lover may tend to uncover
Bones buried deep in the past
Which are better unearthed for whatever they’re worth:
Sweet memories rarely fade fast.
Or perhaps you agree with riots in the streets
And nothing is worth more attention
Than a poet who subscribes
To every person who ought to strive
Towards the greatest good
For self and other friends
While you might think it better
To mind my own business
And stop writing about reality and make pretend…
Penning one’s personal moments
For others to debate
Is akin to placing their head on a stump
While waiting for the blade to penetrate
Skin and bone and taking us home
To a place where no one laughs
At anything we say or think
And our poetry will forever last.
Longer than the blood-letting
That oozes from our brains
While others stand outside of us
Laughing in the rain
As we foolish, fussy writers keep on
Twisting words and phrases
And the world keeps right on turning
Like our pithy, poetic pages.
12/4/2014
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating
The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor
A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation
Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place
I arrive at my job site 1-1 1/2 hours early
every work day as a rule generally.
I relax on a public bench with my container of coffee
while I psych myself to prepare for the day's hard work ahead of me.
A magnificent Rottweiler was being walked as I sat there one morning..
My first thought when I saw him was "Endearingly Menacing."
The dog looked at me, I looked at him
and then all of a sudden,
the dog came charging
at me directly and definitely.
I fought the natural instinct to flee.
That might trigger something in the dog predatory,
so I decided that a smile and open arms would be my greet
to this beautiful beast approaching rapidly, intimidatingly towards me.
He pounced on me with great force and weight
and began slobberingly, lovingly licking my entire face.
Since then every single one of my work days
involves Maximus and I carrying on this way.
He is the perfect start for all of my high pressured work days.
After playing with Maximus, all of my pre work anxieties fade away.
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Special thanks to Elizabeth, Maximus's mommy
for allowing Maximus to hang with yours truly.
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Maximus and I
To Be Continued?
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Many people say we have free will
and some try to bolster us with quotes like
“Faith can move a mountain.”
Some people ask for prayers
when they are hurting or ill.
Yes, prayers may help ease pain
or even produce miracles.
But who’s to say that prayers
have really made the difference?
Do you ever stop to ask yourself why it is
that some faithful people pray relentlessly
and their prayers for comfort go unanswered,
while other such people pray for relief
and their miracles are simply granted?
Do you ever wonder why some good people
drop dead in their prime (for no real sensible reason),
yet someone like an addict to tobacco
might live to be one-hundred?
Why do some folks have bestowed on them
much success or riches?
Others seem mainly to meet with misfortune
or to struggle to survive.
Some, on their death bed, defeat the reaper!
Others hear him knocking at their door
and easily succumb.
I’ve given it much thought
and have come to this conclusion:
what we do in life and how and when we die
are already known by God.
He even knows how we will react
in all situations,
and so our own demise is already known to God,
and our death will be when it is meant to be!
Because God already knows ALL,
our destiny, you might say,
truly is “written in the stars.”
Do we really have free will?
I think that free will involves the way we choose
to react to the life we are born into.
Each of us is given different challenges.
Even those born unable to think for themselves
have a purpose. They are here
to test the patience of their caretakers,
and their reward is already certain!
How do we react to the life we are given?
What do we do with our God-given talents
(whether they be many or few)?
Each of us is given different trials in life.
Free will basically involves
our attitude about our life’s situations
and how we let this attitude affect our choices.
God already knows what that will be!
Therefore, I can say wholeheartedly
I accept the philosophy
of fatalism.
Aug. 24, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
12/13/20
"Why Is It?"
Times of crisis
The cause of our own destruction, and being lifeless
Is more complex than science
Sometimes it involves an appliance
Sometimes it's considered sacrifices
Often from violence
Or our own devices
Quickly will pay the price quick
And might just die if
You never try to fight it
An ongoing virus
Having an impact on the sinus
With me, don't try to get righteous
Or pious
I'm not one sided
Or biased
I remain silent
Holding a trident
On an island
Among redwood giants
No matter the climate
I spied it
And saw with my eye this
There's too many tyrants
Folks kept calling them "your highness"
Such B.S., never once did I buy it
Always remained quiet
Became friends with pirates
Such knowledge and experience is priceless
Turning on the light switch
Not so blinded or simple minded
Gaining mileage
Shining like a diamond
And still enlightened
Paying no mind or trying to fight the system
We've no proof, of if extra-terrestrial life visits
Why is it?
It's nice and vivid
The world can be quite wicked
At times I find it twisted
You don't have to agree, just don't be blind to it
Why kid?
Don't try to fib
Living a lie, why live it?
Often saw the back of my eyelids
Getting so high, I'm lifted
Mixing alcohol with it, if it already didn't
It's about to hit quick
Was or wasn't predicted
The same can be said for it being scripted
Spirits risen
Despite so much division
A lot of content is encrypted
Continuing the expedition
With ambition
As was written
The truth not fiction
Taking out all competition
Remaining driven
Nearby mechanisms
And organisms
Made my decision
Many schisms
Everyone has opinions
Did or didn't involve criticism
In and out of hell's kitchen
Often I've been conflicted
I don't just sip it
I dive in it
Wasn't always able to fit in
Either I did, or I didn't
I'm different
I listen
Keep my hand hidden
Using wisdom
And vision
To take care of business
From the start to the finish
Yet I'm far too dependent on substances and liquids
It's really sad, I know isn't it (it is)
"I have immortal longings in me. "
Quote _William Shakespeare
I have often wished to be immortal,
and to exist in a life enduring;
to find that perpetual realm and portal,
and to be constantly world touring.
Oh yes I would be a girl deathless,
my life going on and on ever long-lasting;
penning words and rhyming endless,
things I would see leaving me breathless.
my seconds, minutes, hours everlasting,
but would I exist in a world friendless !
My beauty would be never-ending,
from century to century living a life timeless;
but my past sorrow would also be unending,
often penning words dark and rhyme-less.
Filling pages, and pages, and pages in a journal,
I could never stay too long in any place;
from country to country to country gliding,
I imagine a life lived nocturnal.
At times feeling the need to hide my face,
who wants an existence that involves hiding !
So considering all I will remain me,
accepting that years will make me frail;
I now think that living life full is the key,
accepting that my beauty will in time pale.
But, I have the power to make words eternal,
for I am blessed with the God given gift of words;
and the gift of painting and photography sublime,
so wishes for immortality I will keep internal.
My words and poems will fly like birds,
and will forever and ever future souls entwine !
"What would be the use of immortality to a
person who cannot use well half an hour."
Quote _ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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April 22, 2022
Poetry/Ode/Girl Immortal
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1450-319-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I were Immortal
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 05/02/2022
Second Place
When we find love broken spinning out of control
Effecting our minds and taking its toll
It's a clear sign our tank is too full
Knowing yourself well enough to make it rule
To fix the problem because we have the only tool
This leaves no chance that later we will feel like a fool
Realizing that something is broken before it becomes cruel
When we share an amazing love with another
It can have a lasting effect on what we discover
When it involves your friend and lover
Take your time to work through it as you hover
Because true love never takes time to recover
It just exists in our lives day after day by sharing
When we show one another what we are like caring
It's important to always keep our focus bearing
When we are not in the right place swearing
Then it's impossible to look back to erase
The look on your partners face
When you no longer feel their loving embrace
Knowing how our feelings work inside
Can have a lasting effect on whom we confide
If we are not willing to address them they will collide
Causing our feelings and emotions to want to hide
Taking the powerful things about love's high
That gets us up each day wanting to kiss the sky
Knowing we have a love that floats like a butterfly
Not memories of one that makes you want to cry
As you find yourself looking back saying goodbye
To the love that once filled your eyes