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Be Still
Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time
I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and
Caress her cheek gently with my palm
Oh, child of mine
Allow me to reach in and
Cradle your wounded heart
Let me carry your pain and worry
Stirring, she turns her face revealing
A half-eyed sleepy smile
A gift I have treasured for centuries
Remembering the day
I walked through the trees of time
Lime, emerald, forest green, moss, juniper, ochre, and kiwi
Yellow tinged velvet leaves ride silver breezes
Tree people
Miraculous sacred creatures
Birthed of mother nature
Beckon me onward and inward
Towards water’s edge where moving mirrors of
Intellect and mystery await me
I walk with my companion who rides on my shoulder
The white hawk of my dreams
Narrating our passage through space and time
Howl Howl Howl
Stories above me, monkeys wearing fur
Play and swing
Screeching, flying, and tumbling through the air
Reaching sacred river’s edge
I pause and hear silent footsteps
Of the others joining
I gaze at the flowing water
Reflections of the lost ones float by
Faces of those who have passed from this life
I reach out and kiss each one with my fingertips
All of us gather ~ standing and joining hands
Collectively we reach up towards the heavens
We rise as one
Taking a moment to listen and
Receive grace from one another
A glimpse and a grin are shared
As I squeeze the weathered hand
Of my fellow human
Up Up Up Up
We float above the majestic green canopy
A glorious carpet of
Lavender clouds awaits
The day moon and the day sun kiss
As they watch us rise
A moment of gratitude shared by all
POTD
9/12/2023
. So
appear
the visions,
kind
of my
scenes
Unwind.
With such joyful
thoughts of all those yesterdays.
The times we both spent together.
Reflections of fun in any weather.
The days when you were mine.
Yes reflections are so fine.
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Yes reflections are so fine.
The days when you were mine.
Reflections of fun in any weather.
The times we both spent together.
Thoughts of all those yesterdays,
With such joyful
unwind.
Scenes
of my
kind.
The visions
appear
So
Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.
White walls decorated with
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.
Alone, my eyes search for companionship.
Then she appears, smiling down at me.
Her solitude in darkness, shows,
it's not only the moon,
who sings an undefined rhapsody of loneliness -
helplessly, watching an exodus of stars.
What is life, but an unexplained metaphor.
What are we,
but leaves blowing in the wind.
Our emotions spinning - around and around.
Wondering if we will be lost forever?
Like you, I have no answers,
but search for meaning or at least understanding.
To open the veils of one's mind.
Kissing the silence, I too,
long for clarity to fill the emptiness.
Yet even with an open mind,
blanks appear - will they forever remain?
Will things ever be the same,
or will we persist with the distance?
.... Every face a stranger.
Every place a memory...
Have we lost the sensation of touch?
Will we love in the same way again?
Will tomorrow, forever, be a mark of yesterday?
Do we know what matters now?
The ignorance that plagued us,
do we understand it?
Do you even care?
Will minds unravel and evolve,
accept, co-exist or feel?
Or will some remain asleep?
I see those who leap with faith,
run spiritual marathons.
Yet are criticised,
for their intangible philosophies.
Because their creator, is not your creator,
and that creator, is not my creator -
so who is the creator, of the creator?
But is it not better than the tangible?
I guess we all have our own theories,
our own stories, our own destinies.
Whilst motionless, pondering philosophically,
the moon disappears behind blackness.
However, street lamps come alive.
A reminder, unlike the moon,
we are not immortal, but we are all lights,
who illuminate the universe.
And.
I am content knowing -
death is a beautiful virgin,
adorned in white.
Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
21 June 2020
Sweet youth, beauty
By Luna's light.
Cobalt colors
How sweet it is...
I know of great love,
There will never be enough time.
I am here for you.
What is love...crimson rose,
Love stanzas, champagne,
An arc to heaven...
Moonstruck heartbeats?
Lily of the Nile,
By the waters edge,
Romantic waters.
Mountain magic
Flash dancing with dawn.
Oh Luna...cold Moon rising,
Death's cold hand.
Behold Death.
Emma's epitaph...
Soul travel, a glimpse of heaven,
Bodies of light...tranquility.
My Waning years, reflections, hold me.
Autumn's aria, heart song,
Angel love,
Heaven
7-10-19
Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: charles messina
~Poem of the Day July 13, 2019~
Thank you so much for the honor Poetry Soup Team and Members. I appreciate this very much.
When I saw that young muscular man
standing, hand on hip, in the driveway
four flights down from our balcony,
I was instantly attracted before I
realized it was you...my sweetheart,
so unaware of your electric presence.
You were speaking to our neighbor,
and though I couldn't quite hear your
conversation, I heard your laughter.
You were just being your dynamic
friendly self, one of the many reasons
I fell in love with you so quickly; your
passion for life, your willingness to
aid anyone who needed a helping hand,
and a sensual presence larger than life.
All my female friends I introduced you
to secretly called you a 'handsome hunk',
meant in the most complimentary way.
I reminisce on cool spring nights like this
and when you smile or laugh I still see
that handsome young man I married so
long ago when our time was not fleeting,
and we were both in the prime of our lives.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.
Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes
Of unique crystalline, driven without
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on coming, long
Drawn out Christmas night.
For the drawing darkness is
deepening,
Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill;
And, gently waking
From nonsensical dreaming,
I harken to the old dog Fox,
As, barking, he pads on down
Through the gorse strewn hill.
Suddenly stirred from dozing
Idleness,
As the charred log shifts and
settles in the grate,
I recall with vivid fondness:
Some old memories, good times,
The well meant promises
I did so earnestly to undertake.
Of old acquaintance...
Not forgotten,
And those that were
Or are no more,
Of circumstance and friendship:
And of they
That daily come
To pass through my open door.
But now the flames from the fire,
Dancing in the frosted window
panes,
Are calling for the poker
So I may stoke the blaze again;
For turning my warming back
Upon the locked out winters keep...
I hear that steadfast little Robin
Sing once more -
As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs
To the flowing tenor song
Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep
As Patrick's paschal fire
Weaves truth from stones of blarney
And lucky charms of Erin's spring
Cloth hills in kilts of green clovers with four leaves
To the Kerry pipers wail of jigs and tiompan reels
When soft sunbeams kiss fields - the wind petals
Of Killarney's rose in Londonderry Airs
Born in fifes and fiddles in soft brogues
Delighting in tea and scones - the clairsel harp -
When clear cut crystal rays
Embrace green fields clothed in sheep -
Faire mischief - the wind dance of the Kells -
In bohdran thunder to banish banshee cries
As pirate queens and lost chieftain kings
Sail from emerald shores
Until they meet again beneath the blessings
Of the Celtic cross
In the north winds of the fair aran island.
One’s poetry not always will unfold
beneath its author’s pen as some suppose.
And poetry one is to yet behold
might slowly bloom before one plucks that rose.
At times the lines come breech, the labor hard.
A trial of thought; a repositioning
of words emerging, offspring of the bard!
And then at last, the poet’s heart will sing.
The poet must write always, lest his mind
grow barren, for not always can he know
his muse will be there. She’s not always kind,
but oh, the joy, when verses want to flow!
1/8/13 For Russell Sivey's Poetry About Poetry Contest
Romantic Reflections
Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.
I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops flee.
Each week the roses you would bring
Endeared such joy within my heart.
Love you professed meant everything,
A love from which we'll never part.
"Tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose
And grief yet flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows"
In winter of my life I know
I live alone in our abode,
Yet my romantic feelings grow
In all the love our seeds have sowed.
May 7, 2021
Choose Your Form Contest ~ First Place~
Sponsor: Joseph May
*The beautiful bold faced stanza was written by Joseph May for his contest.
'ALL YOURS(May 21)' Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Angels in twilight
Reflections of affections
Dancing in starlight
When angels entwine
Harmonic explosions of devotions
A love divine
When angels embrace
Roses and wine will make you mine
With satin and lace
When angels dance
Starlets on fire with great desire
A burning romance
When angels fly
Dropping wishes of kisses
Amidst the jasmine sky
When angels sing
Humming in orchestral celestial
Vibrations in their wing
When angels dream
Marshmallow clouds over the crowds
Sitting on soft lavish green
When angels cry
Tears of wasted years
Reflections in my eye.
July.20.2017
MID SUMMER PREMIERE CONTEST
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I look in the mirror and guess what I see
My green eyes staring back at me
No longer sparkling and full of life
Full of tears from my worry and strife
I long for the days when the tears will stop
But now it’s a constant drip drip drip drop
My head is spinning, my mind in a whirl
I want to be back to a carefree young girl
The last few years have been the worst of my life
I try my best to be a daughter, mother and wife
Please God ease my worries, please set me free
All I want to is to return to just being me
22nd December 2014
I'll be waiting here
wading through the seasons
Seems I can't recall the
reasons you aren't here with me
As I watch the trees
turn from gold, - to brown, - a leaf falls down
swirling around, catching a tear it's found
Sometimes even love
is like a leaf that's tossed in the wind...
So lost, it crumbles into a broken dream-
Days have tumbled down
I've wondered how to live without you
Winter - summer - spring, - and fall - have come again
Trees are losing leaves
Each one had a story
They have learned to say goodbye, without the sound of tears
I have watched the leaves
drifting from the trees, then fall on down
without a song, to say goodbye.... goodbye
All the while, I wait
Just searching for a sign in the wind
Beneath my feet the earth has turned to gold and red
Leaves have turned from gold
and I am growing cold, in the rain
Tears from trees fall down around my head, again
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Seasons pass on by
But l'll keep believing
Hoping that the spring might bring a second chance with you
I have watched the leaves
lifting from the trees, then falling down
without a song, to say goodbye.... goodbye
I am watching leaves
lifting from the trees
gone, without a song......... gone, without a song to say goodbye........
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6/15/15 For the Contest: Pastel Reflections
Sponsor- Craig Cornish
Inspired by the music of Kevin Kern "Pastel Reflections"
(Be sure to listen to this beautiful music).... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQ6owzWtjIs
Reflections of you are colored in blue
like the sky on the day we first met.
The sky was so clear; your eyes were so dear.
Such a day I could never forget.
Reflections of you are colored in blue
like the bluebells nearby where we lay.
Their scent in the air; your soft golden hair.
How I longed in that moment to stay!
Reflections of you are colored in blue
like the lake where we often would laze.
Together and free; your arms around me.
Now I yearn for those sweet summer days.
Reflections of you are colored in blue
like the twilight that too soon would blend
with shadows of night as stars lost their light
and the love of my life had to end.
For the Weepy Quatrain Contest of Laura Loo
(I hope multiple quatrains are ok!)
"Gratitude turns what we have into enough."
Aesop
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Each new morning I wake-up with words of thank you,
thanks for this sweet day whether gray or blue,
I am grateful for all . . .
for everything I have- be it real big or small,
thankful for the paintings upon my wall,
for my sleeping cat too,
grateful for this Victorian apartment home,
when some must sleep in a wet cardboard dome,
I offer thanksgiving . . .
for food that I eat daily- that is life-giving,
and for the courage to be forgiving,
and heart for those who roam,
I thank the Lord each day for this gift of writing,
when with this life's hardships I am fighting.
perhaps my words assist . . .
a wounded soul who- this cruel world has dismissed,
oh, this birth given gift the Lord has kissed,
for words are uniting.
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September 8, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Reflections of Gratitude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1284-270-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Attitude of Gratitude
sponsor, Francine Roberts
First Place
"If someone listens, or stretches out a hand, or whispers a word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person,
extraordinary things begin to happen."
~Loretta Girzartis
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reminiscing reasons
ruminating rhyme
pondering reality
recalling thoughts sublime
never-ending pain
unremitting sorrow
evoking one recurring theme
a farewell to tomorrow
exhausted from the hunger
disabled by the thirst
consumed by each and every loss
will ‘better’ make things worse
thoughts embracing 'freedom'
dissipating pain
awaiting the tranquility
after so much rain
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"I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries
usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more."
~C. S. Lewis
"Burden" (Lyrics)
Let me carry your burden
If something’s not right I will let you know
Like the paint that’s drying on a heart that’s broke
Let me carry your burden
Get you back on a high when you’re feeling low
When the weight’s too heavy but you won’t let go
Come to me my brother and I will sit with you awhile
Pretty soon I’ll see you smile
And you know you will
No matter how much you're hurting right now
You know that everything will change in time
So let me carry your burden
Let me carry your burden
When your might’s on fire but your mind is cold
And you’re fanning flames that won’t keep you warm
Come to me my brother and I will sit with you awhile
Pretty soon I’ll see you smile
And you know you will
No matter how much you're hurting right now
You know that everything will change in time
Let me carry your burden, O brother mine
Let me carry your burden
Come tomorrow you’ll be right as rain
It’ll quench your fire
Wash away your stains
Come to me my brother and I will sit with you awhile
Pretty soon I’ll see you smile
And you know you will
No matter how much you're hurting right now
You know that everything will change in time
Oh I just might see it in another light
Got no dog here in the fight
I could carry your burden
O brother mine
Songwriter: Foy Vance