Best Screen Poems
It was a romance only seen in forgotten dreams.
An Oscar winning script written for movie screens.
Her ethereal sight was the ultimate pleasure.
Her eyes an enigma full of enchanted treasure.
Her voice sang like an orchestra of angelic harmonies.
Softly serenading sensual spiritual symphonies.
Captivated, we danced like butterflies - fragile and soft.
Seduced by her aroma, all inhibitions were lost.
Our hearts met like waves resting upon twilight's seashore.
Then I said those words my tongue had not revealed before.
As we lay there, silently gazing at stars above,
I spoke a language declaring an immortal love.
Instead of a smile, tears rolled down her tender face.
Confessed her secret of being from another place.
She would disappear at the first sight of day light.
My heart bled a tear as we embraced tight for the night.
At dawn the horizons painted a rare aurora.
A final message from her celestial aura.
Melancholic from a love story that ended too soon.
Still to this day my heart yearns for her unique choral tune.
The Silent One
28 September 2017
Example for Love for movie screens contest
Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand
One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But that’s not the story
I’m about to tell to you
T’was about the second week
Of the ‘puter at my place
Sitting there against the wall
Near the old staircase
I recall the night was late
As I readied me for bed
When I turned the ‘puter off,
The screen … it turned blood-red
The appearance caused a start
I gasped a gulp of air
I couldn’t turn my gaze away
I stood right there and stared.
Then a low murmuring
From deep within the set
Cold chills ran over me
I’ve not forgotten yet
A voice, low and menacing
Containing graveled rasps
I could not then stop again
My involuntary gasp
I stood there mesmerized
My gaze remained transfixed
Emotions racing through me
And all of them were mixed
The Voice on the other side
Of the blood-red display screen
Issued a command to me
So ominous and mean:
“Place your hand upon the screen
And repeat these words to me:
Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
I felt my arm move upward
Powerless to resist
I felt a burning in my palm
As the display screen it kissed
I heard a voice and realized
The speaker it was me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
As the words transmitted,
Involuntarily,
I could feel a change come on …
Overwhelming me.
As I stared in disbelief
My hand – it disappeared
Absorbed into the blood-red screen
As the burning onward seared …
Through my wrist, up my arm
It’s hotness I could feel
Inward was I screaming
Not believing this was real!
In reflection from the screen
I was being pulled into
I saw a face, and then I screamed:
“That horrid face is YOU!”
The rapid assimilation
Continued then until
All feelings were extinguished
And all was calm and still.
A trillion beings there transformed
To tiny bytes and bits
And ‘tis every part of us
All websites now transmits
Now here I am deep inside
This computers’ display screen
If there’s disturbance felt
Oh so sharp and keen
Just place your hand upon the screen
And read these words to me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
There you go again, you “Cyber Brat”!
There is “no such website”? What is that?
First you lead me through a wild web maze;
I Google, then succumb to your craze.
What happens if I hit “delete”?
Will my work vanish, incomplete?
Or do you wish to cast me aside?
I’ll tap “escape” and wash out high tide!
Your camera is like a stalker;
I cuss it like an inane squawker.
If I press “shift,” will the Earth’s poles move?
Your choice of labels you could improve.
So I’ll “insert” myself into your brain,
In a quest to make you more humane.
The poor page tires of your “up” and “down”
Now the court jester can wear your crown!
No more “errors” or lost connections,
And I’ll rid those viral infections.
Take me back to the old typewriter,
Days when the world’s load seemed far lighter.
I promise I’ll never eke out a "tweet"
When I replace “Word” with a paper sheet.
The old “White Out” is still in my desk
And it’s never looked more statuesque!
*Written April 1, 2015, for Carol's contest.
We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk
We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with trust and hope
We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation
We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation
We used to walk to each other or phone
We now login, time out and we are gone
Our words get synchronised into digits
Our emotions picturised into emojis
Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness
Our connectedness inspired by our biases
We are on different ends of a line
We are lusting for someone alike
We are slowly losing a grip of our minds
As we feed on prejudices and likes
Something about us has faded away into cyberspace
Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface
And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on
With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion
We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire
We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire
How much of us can we channel from within
If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen
Ethereal rays of light
dilute darkness into grey.
Ebony no longer shrouds night;
only shadows defy day.
A spiderweb casts a hue
of iridescent flashes.
And the morning mist drips dew;
in intermittent splashes.
Dawn splits reality's realm
into scenes rivaling dreams.
Where songbirds sing in the elm,
and sunbeams gild golden streams.
Dragonflies and bumblebees
flex crackled cellophane wings.
And the sun warms every breeze,
smug with the heat that it brings.
Slivers of light pierce my eye;
shining through a rusty screen.
And rustling leaves flutter high
in a canopy of green.
Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage.
We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that will never change.
It is something that to vagaries, never shall yield.
Beneath all fluctuations, it stays static.
It is the light of consciousness that in us shines,
That has been slowly built in us through our breeding.
Through values garnered and what God in us aligns.
This screen of awareness is something so palpable,
But can never be seen yet stays securely intact.
It is the consciousness that God has planted in us.
Defeating all deceptions, it helps us choose the right act.
When we experience pain and heaviness of heart
On the screen of awareness may appear a shining star
It will sure pilot us through the dank and dark corridors of life.
Help us stay firm in fluidity, showing who we truly are.
Beliefs and concepts may evolve and change with time,
But as long as we are insulated within the protective screen
Of awareness, it will distinguish the genuine from the sham,
And our life will glitter in all radiance and heavenly sheen!
May.18.2023
~ Placed Fifth~
The Screen of Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Thoughts flood my mind
when I’m alone
Close to my computer
I am sin prone
These flames of lust
they flicker within me
Images intertwined
begging me to see
This empty eroticism
promises of ecstasy
I know this is my prison
still I don’t want to be set free
Curved and supple
together bodies mingle
My eyes long to breath in
a promised tingle
This inward hunger
begs me to enter
That feeling of heat
grows within my centre
Firm supple images
naked and slender
No drugs or alcohol
but it’s still a bender
With my physical release
a strangled scream
Within a moment
emotions extreme
Shame overtakes me
eyes look away
Temporarily satiatiated
but I’m far from okay
I can’t forgive myself
and I’m too ashamed to pray.
Is this just a male issue? I’m curious to hear your thoughts. This poem was written as a result of meeting with a men’s group and the subsequent conversation.
Screen of Awareness
Look up!
From tedium uncertainty -
Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
And the veracity of a changing diorama.
Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden
Held captive in blinking time windows -
Independent sentinel of a detached empirical.
Open
To the neutral sentience
Of a silent silvered screen
Devoid of snarled motion pictures,
Curved dolby lacking judgements,
Conscious docudrama premiered on perpetual loops!
Witness honesty
Shadowing boxing with equivocal revelation
Heartbeats captured in subjectivity’s vertigo
See screen tests of impartiality,
In amber awareness like clanging signals
For a slow train of approaching objectivity.
5-20-23
Contest: Screen of Awareness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
Quote by _Sigmund Freud
After birth our bodies are aging,
slowly ... but by forty we notice the changes:
with cells and with bones a war is raging.
We notice that our muscles have less ranges;
we have bothersome metacarpals and phalanges !
Oh, each of us have lived life in chapters.
with ups and downs we are a constant changing book:
experience make us good adapters.
We just float ... flowing along like a forest brook;
and know real truth from just silly gobbledygook !
All through life there is constant awareness,
it ebbs and flows ... changing and we see ourselves:
and hopefully our unique rareness.
Never let your life gather dust like books on shelves,
be aware ... encourage others to help themselves !
To be aware is to know who you are,
your thoughts, dreams, character traits and even your flaws:
oh, be aware of this world ... close and far.
When upset don't get angry and bring out the claws;
be aware, step back, take a breath and a long pause !
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May 10, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Screen Of Awareness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-378-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Screen Of Awareness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/26/2023
Eighth Place
Re-entered with edited title
Like a complex computer is your brain.
Like A. I., always it’s adapting and changing too.
However, being human, it’s hard to train
traditions and old feelings out of you.
If you’re normal, you’ve got a hard drive
that’s probably a little stuck, and that’s okay!
New software helps you out, but since around age five,
your computer’s wanted to stay a certain way!
The screen you show the world reflects the things
that make you who you are, and there are few
who change their hard drive even when life brings
amazing technology (experiences) to you.
Hard-wired in many ways you’ve been since birth
for the ways that you respond to good and bad.
Childhood is tied up greatly to your self-worth
and to the things that make you glad or sad.
You might not like what other folks can see
on your screen (reflections of the authentic you).
Some can hide those things, but eventually
certain things that trigger you show the world what’s true.
Mighty changes can be wrought through God and prayer,
but if you are really satisfied with what
the “real you” looks like, just love yourself, for there
is little doubt – good and caring people can trust their gut!
May 16, 2023
For Unseeking Seeker's Screen Of Awareness Poetry Contest
Mesh
Of my window screen
In spring
Licked from the inside by our inherited old lady
She is made of bird bones
White whiskers
Wearing her oversized fur coat in the new heat
Pulled from mothballs
Tongue of sandpaper
Scratches and tastes
I don’t know what
Bitter pollen?
Invisible scents of fellow felines
Hunting shrews from under the garden?
Or lion mares of dandelions?
Perhaps
She is merely savoring herself
In the intricate weave of parallel atoms
Who wants a mirror at this age?
Without ears or eyes in her private world
She finds an in between
Alive
On the inside
And from the outside
My ancient mom hisses
None of your business.
Over the weekend our two youngest grandchildren came to our house to stay
(the two older ones no longer live at home and their parents were away).
We laughed, we ate, we walked, we danced
they played on our computer in between
and we noticed, after we returned them home,
they’d left their fingerprints on its screen.
And when we saw their fingerprints we sighed
thinking how the moments they now stay with us are few…
how they’ve grown up so quickly…
Wasn’t it only yesterday when they were 2?
With the two older grandchildren off at college
and the the two youngest growing fast
we try our best, when we get together,
to make each moment last…
Their lives now take them in different directions
to different places…new routines
and we wait patiently with net in hand…
to capture moments in between…
Which is why we have decided to preserve
this latest moment in between…
to make it last a little longer…
and keep their fingerprints on our screen.
Look at you in the mirror, brilliant journalist
You, the journalist who seeks my gaze,
You, the journalist who laughs without knowing us better,
Look at you in the mirror
You, the journalist who exercises your power over people,
You like to be heard, looked at,
But you don’t understand who we are, really
Look in the mirror, twice instead of once,
Instead of looking at the camera like a crocodile that devours us,
Like a lion, hunting fearful zebras and unbelievers,
Sure of your strength, it’s embarrassing, look in the mirror,
We are more sensitive than you. We suffer for your presence here.
Look in the mirror, journalist, arrogant crocodile,
We’re not zebras striped with stupidity.
Kids today spend up to 7 hours or more a day
Watching TV
Using computers
Using phones and electronics
Not good for brains and bodies
Kids who watch too much TV
Play too many video games
May see a lot of violence
They might spend less time
Being active and creative
Asking questions and solving problems
Getting together with friends
Think about how you can be a role model
Try to limit your screen time too
Use your family time to play board games
Go for a walk or bike ride
Read a book together
May be Gospel reading
Dinner together
Keep TV turned off
Plan any TV watching
Choose 1 or 2
Appropriate programs
Watch
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Like an shiny apple's rind,
my outer body all can see.
Like an apple's fruit,
I hold many secrets.
Seeds and beliefs are hidden deep inside.
An apple has much to offer,
my life also has much to offer.
We can be sweet ~ fulfilling,
a joy to the world.
Our awareness is from God.