Best Redouble Poems
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my wells of fears and so I won,
I-- slowly flower from God's skirt of grace.
Unfailing is His love shown sweet to His face,
I eagerly crave to behold in million tons
as to entwine in His warmth: My Master race.
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Rainbow peeping after some raging storm spun;
His reminder that we: His people must chase
infant days to grow better with our love ones.
Orange and yellow palette brush my face
for God so kind. My pains, He soothes and erase.
Tender are His words as I read them one by one
helping me be fearless yet humble with my pace.
They dry my wells of fears and so I won--
then my heart soar high, I have some fun.
Evil always haunts but with Him, all I can evade,
hence, troubles are little but close to none.
I slowly flower from God's skirt of grace. . .
God crashes darkness with love not by gun.
Must we go elsewhere when He is the best hiding place?
God is everything before even life began
God our undefeatable fortress-- His base
a place in the sun.
Categories:
redouble, emotions, faith, god, inspiration,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
From high above the mighty eagles soar
and gaze with teary eyes upon the land;
a proud and peaceful nation thrived, before
the bombs began to fall with czar’s command.
Their saddened eyes see blood upon the sand
as innocence lay scattered on the shore;
they’re witnessing the slaughter now at hand
from high above as mighty eagles soar.
Her cities lay in ruin from the war;
her leaders pleading for a helping hand;
the world in horror watches evermore,
and gaze with teary eyes upon the land.
Atrocities and pillage deftly planned
erasing all the joys from days of yore;
the villages and townships now unmanned
where proud and peaceful nation thrived before.
I cannot see the reason for this gore
nor endgame of this despot’s evil hand,
and history repeats itself once more
as bombs begin to fall with czar’s command.
And what will be the outcome of this stand
when smoke has cleared the war which we deplore;
and who will be the next at his demand
as angel’s tears begin to fall once more
from high above?
July 1, 2022
Categories:
redouble, evil, horror, war,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
Indifference now, our love was but a token,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
With morning break I felt the deepest sorrow
and setting sun heard silence, yet unbroken,
then tolling bells left no time more to borrow.
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken.
The cool breeze blew, no cloud in azure heaven,
no voice raised loud atop the rolling barrow,
like yeastless bread our words could never leaven,
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
So deep our passion grew in early sun rise,
till lost in evening sleep and never woken.
Like snowflakes that melt upon our hands are lies,
indifference now, our love was but a token.
Forever has now come with painful remorse
With night our light is dim, and vision narrow,
as in the dark we fumble to change our course,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
Long each minute passed in sorrowed memory,
no tears to shed for moments lost forever.
Flamed to ash in naught but burnt black cindery
as, like the day, we’re but a lost endeavor,
…it came and passed.
10/27/2017
Categories:
redouble, heartbroken,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
When the rain comes in blunt despair
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
Where desolated gloom revealed
A drab landscape that once was fair
Limbs barren in deserted fields
When the rain comes in blunt despair
Drowning sunsets in silver flares
Tomorrow's rainbows lie concealed
In mazes of charcoal nightmares
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
This is where all your heroes yield
To stars laden in disrepair
Where souls sink, murky and congealed
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
When suns are lost and moons are rare
The mornings cut apart and peeled
The sky is strangely unaware
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
When shelter remains unrevealed
And the horizon appears bare
Allow me to become your shield
Against the snare of sharpened air
When the rain comes
3/11/23
Categories:
redouble, depression, loneliness, metaphor,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Love Is Our Prize
Love is our prize, for we are true,
Thus beats my heart, so claim your eyes,
When in unison two souls coo
As night romantic blushes skies.
How stars twinkle, moon glistens highs,
When Venus grins, charming our view,
While she affirms, as passions rise;
Love is our prize, for we are true.
For long it’s been, just me and you,
Feeling blissful when dreams surmise:
Our love's real, meant for just few;
Thus beats my heart, so claim your eyes.
We rejoice kinship love implies
As fervid vibes of romance woo,
While hearts echo our cheerful cries
When in unison two souls coo.
Sharing secrets, we barely knew,
Grim past we shed held in disguise
And moving forth, vows we renew,
As night romantic blushes skies.
Love genuine will not surprise,
Hosting harmony, tuned anew,
Ensuring souls strum as allies;
When hearts synchronize, as we do,
Love is our prize.
March 23, 2023
Placed 1st: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Eight syllables per line
Rhymes: A1B1A2B2; babA1; abaB1;
babA2; abaB2; babaR
Categories:
redouble, love,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job
My stories and poems make our days brighter
Fantasy often, and, occasionally macabre.
Some of my poems make your heart throb
They may elicit laughter when I am lighter,
Friends enjoy going out with me to hobnob
Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer.
Writing opinion, I can be a fierce fighter
A sarcastic line I have been known to lob
To meet a deadline, I’ve pulled an all-nighter
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job.
My profession does not make me a snob
For I need your stories to write a nail-biter,
Just as history gave us Hugo’s Les Misérables,
My stories and poems make our days brighter.
I edit a great deal to make my writing tighter
Much time and effort’s required, I’m no slob.
I write a mixture of genre, I can be a compiler,
Fantasy, sometimes; occasionally macabre.
So, I pay little attention to the illiterate blob
To those who delight in being a backbiter,
Who are no more important than a watch fob
Spending their time in meaningless blighter,
When I say I’m a writer.
Written June 15, 2022
#33 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
June 22, 2022
#36 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
June 19, 2022
Categories:
redouble, poetry, words, work, write,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion;
with a restless and merciless loud roar,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Waves crashing upon rocks with emotion,
all its foamy frothy saltiness pour;
with birds calling for a great commotion,
yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore.
The waves come for a countless wet encore,
the sound a loud moving locomotion;
while I stand on the rocks wanting more, more,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion.
Visiting each day with huge devotion,
with salt on my lips I walk and explore;
waves whisper me a harmony woven,
with a restless and merciless loud roar.
In the blue sky ocean birds scream and soar,
sitting with pen finding words unspoken;
oh will not tire of it evermore,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Yes, love the salty ocean . . .
_________________
February 22, 2021
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble Modified/Yes, Love the Salty Ocean
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1331-416-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Salt
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/10/2021
First Place
Categories:
redouble, ocean,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make
Chollah, chapatti,
Cinnamon bun.
These global delights,
make eating such fun.
Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon;
Or Danish roast ham.
Add a fresh fruit salad,
Some sparkling wine,
A candle, red roses and
you’re ready to dine.
Joanna Davis
Categories:
redouble, culture, encouraging, family, food,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Death is but life and life is death, I wonder,
Where does the spirit go when it's released?
Many beliefs have a different thought,
The body is just breathing that has ceased.
We wonder how many years we have left,
We live them like there is no tomorrow,
We dance in sunshine and run from thunder,
Death is but life and life is death, I wonder.
Everyone has their own personal sins,
Hiding in a closet they built of fear,
All have free will to have them unleashed,
Where does this spirit go when it's released?
So many religions do not agree,
The true path to God is forever sought,
I choose to chase spirituality,
Many beliefs have a different thought.
We all have struggles way down deep inside,
With cracks and holes and roads that have now creased,
Believer, atheist, agnostic, all.
The body is just breathing that has ceased.
All you've done is done, no reason to cry,
There is much more as far as I can see,
Did you once try to help humanity?
Is this your blown up personality?
Death is but life.
Categories:
redouble, faithlife, body, life, ,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Unknown."
There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.
The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.
Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.
Categories:
redouble, adventure, devotion, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Think of me if tear drops, like pastel pearls, kiss your soft smooth cheek
and the music stops, when the wind no more whistles across the ocean dune
for when the sweetness of your song, your tender lips will no longer speak
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon.
Think of me, when the fragrant petal adorns your satin wind fingered hair
far beyond the rough waters that life's long illusions have swept through you
to a place where vining arbors grow, Plumeria, Spider Lilly, and flowers rare,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew.
Think of me on summer's day when melting sun warmed our cares away
like the breeze that caressed your glowing skin, here today, gone too soon
leaving only fading memories and dark lonely flashes of yesterday,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn.
Think of me when the verse no longer rhymes and my words lose their meaning
for the muse that once lived inside of me, now, is but a curse of relic rune
which drowns in mumbled eternity, no voice for love nor life's intervening,
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Remember me in the cold of winter past, when rain drenched our skin and soul,
clouds of pain like dagger's edge, against each finger my warm hands would be,
with exhaled breath I tried my best but the rain kept falling and took its toll,
before pastel sunsets untimely death, as thoughts weigh kind, please, think of me
...for I'll be thinking of you.
04/18/2019
Categories:
redouble, remember, romantic,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
This lapse shed showers of sorrows
Piercing my diamond heart with its arrows
And as it breaks within my grasp furrows
It paints little hells on my minds marrows
Oh! Pretty maiden so dark and comely
Exhuming my youthful passion spontaneously
With infectious smiles and extorted kisses
Your seduction breaks honest promises
There our shadow coupled in the pool of yesterday’s rain
Ill-memories of passionate groans and silent whisper
Accentuating painful pleasure for gain
A deluded victory, a stunting stigma,?
Growing is the ears to this confession
Of rumbling rhymes and straying clauses
Still before you condemn me pause
To this myth of contrition.?
Categories:
redouble, adventure, best friend, body,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
It's good to know this poem I can write.
A Rondeau Redouble I vowed to do.
With trying out this form, I’ll show no fright.
Let’s see how well with this form I get through.
The trick here is to use rhymes that are glue
so that the thoughts from line to line unite.
I need words for which rhymes are not too few.
It's good to know this poem I can write.
My muse is happy, for she’s now in flight.
I’m confident because with stanza two
I’ve finished! Midway point is now in sight.
A Rondeau Redouble I vowed to do.
Here comes another B rhyme right on cue
to start my stanza four, but I’m not quite
yet ended with this Rondeau style’s debut.
With trying out this form I’ll show no fright.
Trick two: End rhymes of each verse must invite
cohesion as this challenge I pursue.
I hope so far I’m doing it just right!
Let’s see how well with this form I get through.
I was not careful and had to redo
one stanza, but I’m ending now despite
my tiny apprehension with this new
form, which i can say now is a delight!
It's good to know!
June 9, 2022
For L Milton Hankins' A Rondeau Redouble Poem Poetry Contest
Categories:
redouble, writing,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
Gratefully, I offer thanks in an early morning prayer.
At the cusp of daylight, when my world is aligned,
there's an aura of peace of which I become aware,
as dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
In these meditative moments I am never inclined
to dwell upon anxieties and burdens that I bear.
No threat of harm bothers me, even when I find
a balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
In these tranquil interludes, I perceive no despair.
I'm free from life's fetters without feeling confined.
I don't dwell on traps or those who set the snare.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
I'm cognizant of the dilemmas that thwart mankind,
hardships and wars. From the fate of these, beware.
There's slandering of innocent ones, those maligned.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
We must not allow ourselves to be labeled or defined
as a conflicted society when we should show we care.
To living with anarchy, we must not become resigned.
Let's reflect on a better way of life that we can share,
as dawn softly stirs.
June 7, 2022
A Rondeau Redouble Contest
Sponsor: Milt Hankins
Categories:
redouble, humanity, morning,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
A speech in front of hundreds, I yearned to scream
Standing in my underwear, my shaking voice was caught
Closing my eyes tightly, trying to change the theme
In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Skating across the ice, I wind up to take my shot
I miss the net completely, letting down the team
I’m stuck in a roar of booing heckles, an onslaught
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
Shut these lids again, restarting in a shallow stream
Running with aching legs amidst a forest, I am shot
A hunter hovers over me, to finish his prey I deem
A strange situation over and again, escape I could not
With the bang I take off again, sprinting on the spot
There is no ground below, I plummet from a height extreme
Anticipating the collision, pinching to change the plot
In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam
Is it over? Am I out of this self-induced figment regime
In a jolt and thud, I reach the cloth of bed that I’ve sought
A sigh of exhaustion and relief, I’m all out of steam
Bedding and pillows askew in the chaos that I brought
In a tossing and turning night.
June 6th, 2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
redouble, dream, night,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble