Best Roundel Poems
THE DOLL
With Mona Lisa wiles, unfurled.
Her porcelain lips with tight grip.
A button dress antique and pearled.
Her glass eyed threat.
Unnerving doll — she’s quite a trip.
A poignant face, pompadour curls.
Her long stem rose replaces whip?
Alien smile out of this world —
impenetrable craftsmanship.
I broke in pieces as she hurled
her glass eyed threat.
6/30/2019
I told no one I'd seen the night—
how tension breached a sunset start,
how sea had swallowed all the light.
I told no one
the world is glass—a whale is art,
this frame of sky its ancient right,
it plays each game the same—by heart.
Still moment's pulse too wide to try
resuscitation, CPR—
now all that's left to gain, insight
I told no one.
(5)
Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time
From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo! A fallen angel changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.
Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia, Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time
Suzanne Delaney
For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition
Sagely silent woman half smiles
Man blathers on and on and on
Abject grief traveled many miles
Death has come to their precious son
Solemn church has six empty aisles
This brave soldier has long been gone
Sagely silent woman half smiles
Man blathers on and on and on
Dressed up child looks at dull gray tiles
Wishing she could blink and be gone
Outside window a gentle fawn
A teen's cell phone now butt dials
Sagely silent woman half smiles
"Every secret memory, every experience in life, and every
thought can be written within the words of a poem."
Quote _ Constance
Writing is my prayer and words come gliding to me,
since a child I have been writing poems to share;
about my inner thoughts and nature filigree.
Writing is my prayer . . .
Death visited many times and I pen each tear.
I write my sadness and grief to set my soul free;
poem and poems I share of weeping despair.
Sharing my pain in poetry has been my key,
writing of nature for me is like breathing air;
I love to pen of forests and birds feathery.
Writing is my prayer . . .
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August 30, 2022
Poetry/Roundel/Writing Is My Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1484-446-30
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Write Poetry Because
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 09/13/2022
Third Place
In a vampish way, the moon erupts from the sea
pirouetting across white cap and trough valley
through an impassioned performance of love set free
in a vampish way.
A persistent tease, she sets her mind to dally
with Eros’ desirous heart as her victory,
only to break it with her vigorous sally.
Darkened midnight skies find her in malicious glee
as she counts coup for a final mental tally
and she continues en l’air on her odyssey
in a vampish way.
Down where magnolia blossoms white
Summer breezes touch wind chime's scales
Lovers sleep soundly in the night
Time flies, ships sail
On a downhill slide that can't contrail
Life lived mostly in fight or flight
So nice to enjoy a summer's tale
Close to the creek the breeze delights
Dream dreams, and fantasy build then exhale
Expedite change from pyrite to gold bright
Time flies, ships sail
August 06, 2022
For Brian
I love all the changes the seasons bring
crisp autumn leaves or winter’s icy freeze
and in the summer sun I’ll be basking
Mother nature’s gifts
I can hear the dawn chorus sweetly sing
spiders spin threads like a shiny trapeze
and tiny fledgling chicks take to the wing
I adore the colors of stunning spring,
pale pink sakura blossoms adorn trees
bright xanthic daffodils look quite dazzling
Mother nature’s gifts
Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form
Sponsored by Dear Heart
2/10/19
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
See how they're shining bright,
Twinkling, and blinking across the black crape.
You'll need to read Greek and Roman mythology
They're full of legends who had escapades which
Were cloak and dagger kind of scrapes
That put Lupus the Wolf, Orion The Hunter, Draco
The dragon, the big and little dippers in to the
Skies. I hope this is feeding your appetite.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Grandma, it's cold can I snuggle with you in your
Cape?
Of course you can Joshua. There's so much to
See. I have seen a green Comet and meteorites
That were burning through our atmosphere. Think
Of the story you could write.
If you use your imagination you could have
Quite an adventure among the stars to escape.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
"When you walk across the fields with your mind pure and
holy, then from all the stones, and all growing things, and
all animals, the sparks of their soul come out and cling to you,
and then they are purified and become a holy fire in you. "
_Ancient Hasidic Saying
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Who Are We ?
We are born one day, and we live, and we will die,
and most people live life a simple way;
their minds never allowed to create and seek high.
We are born one day.
Each rule and regulation in life they obey,
their bodies strong but their lacking minds sigh;
they never have wild adventures and go astray.
Some days are so barren of all joy that they cry,
and realize all dreams lost to decay;
their potential has never gone beyond the sky,
We are born one day.
Why Not Change !
I dream of people connected body and mind,
they seldom do things that are expected;
their vast inner thoughts and body are twined.
I dream of people connected.
On dreams and wishes they are inner-directed,
to ordinary they are not resigned;
on ways to a higher-self they have reflected.
But, most important they love self and humankind,
and 'cause of their way they are respected;
and to all God has created they are aligned.
I dream of people connected.
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September 05, 2022
Poetry/Roundel/Your Divine Worth
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-434-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Sans- Mind, Body, Who Are We
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 09/23/2022
First Place
I sat upon a stair
and saw a little man;
he smiled, but oozed despair.
A sad and lonely guy.
I didn't like to stare.
I waited for my gran,
and hugged my teddy bear.
He said it wasn't fair;
it didn't go to plan...
and then he wasn't there...
A sad and lonely guy.
A childhood memory, written 13th Feb for Constance's roundel contest
Conifer, fruit tree's arms once did flow
laden with hued blossom, now gesture
to weight of lace ornamental snow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
Discordant weighty clouds draw down low
before night expire in dank vesture.
Chimney above winter render blow.
Piquant smoke distends languidly slow.
Bracing fire in manor of Esture.
Winter's breath chills even clannish crow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
2/19/2019
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
Can you feel the adrenaline?
Spider woman is weaving dream catchers to lore.
Fairies are dancing like their ancestors did before.
The elves are sweetly playing their mandolins.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins
It's not on some distant shore
It's within
My neighbors field called paladin
Under the sycamore.
In the evening looking out my back door
The magic begins.
So soft the fall in silent flight
As snowflake dance to winter's song
Like butterflies with wings of white
A dance of beauty
As winter fades spring comes along
And blooms with colors to delight
Petals wrapped in a bright sarong
In summer sun they glow so bright
And songbirds croon all the day long
As clouds dance by fluffy and light
A dance of beauty
2-7-19
Writing Challenge Feb. 2019 Roundel Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart.
My sweet fairy dream, blossoms of my glee,
In your embrace unfold desires of night
When donning bold smile you answer my plea
My sweet fairy dream
Oh! how you paint splendorous day so bright
On blue morning skies for romance to spree
Where parable of sweethearts passions write
Blazing with glory where sun greets the sea
While golden arc glimmers in mauve delight
Spanning love wings, oh, how you uplift me!
My sweet fairy dream
August 8, 2021
Form: Roundel
Ten syllables per line; refrain: five syllables
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1 To 14 lines Contest