Best Tell Poems
Like the cloud, I am collecting the moisture in memory,
Soaking up the solitude, I have been alone in misery.
Feeling full on failure, droplet wall builds on my skin,
Heavy with weight of the world, sadness is soaked in.
Like the cloud, I feel the lightening pulsing inside,
Anger and agony on a bolt of energy ride.
Thunder is my roar, ominous warnings shy
to the volcanic eruption that is my sky.
Like the cloud, I hear the air slice apart in broken fear,
And I collect all things wet and drip them in a tear.
Upon the world I release all my anxiety and pain,
Captured inside capsules, I tell it to the rain.
Like the cloud, I pour my soul from the height of hurt,
And you wear my teardrops there, saturated white t-shirt.
Parachute promises falling, raindrops from the cloud.
You hold no umbrella because crying is not allowed.
December 22, 2015
From Contest: Rain
Hosted by : Silent One Judged 12/23/15
second place
Dead Men Do Tell Tales
I saw, the rot of sad, deep selfish desires,
burning endlessly in clever fires
Piles of cash a tall mountain high
stolen by those that cleverly steal and lie
six lying days every week ,
while they race into church pretending
to be ever so mild and meek
The preacher crying all to give so much more
while he lives in a mansion with a golden door
drunks living with no other life
have sacrificed family and wife
naked women on the the street,
selling their pride and body like meat
hustlers getting rich selling poisonous dope
as they hang themselves with an evil rope
I looked for solace and found there was none
just endless cowards crying on the run
A world teaching wrong is so damn right
blind monkeys never seeing the light
dancing in fruitless trees,
tree-rats eating with relish their rotting cheese
Looking for Spring to bring life anew
I too am blind and without a damn clue
a fool holding onto a false hope
on a tight leash and even shorter rope
Where is the miracle we each think can come
we see it shining there for some
A treasure glaring in the glimmering Sun
gifted not stolen by guile and a gun
So I finally turned to family for relief
ease my Soul, winter in my long lost belief
that Life must give us all a saving line
other than more food when we sit to dine
R.J. Lindley
Nov 9th, 1984
Tell me a tale of humanity
Paint me the love of your life
Show me a path to humility
How a man should honour his wife.
Help children believe in magicness
Describe the warmth of a smile
Feelings invoked by happiness
A tree that’s been watching a while.
Explain the pain of solitude
Gift me the smell of a flower
Tease me with dreams of magnitude
Sights that are seen from a tower.
Convey the sound that a river makes
Define your fear of the dark
Textures and tastes of a freshly cut steak
A walk with your child in the park.
Interpret the touch that a lover leaves
Recount the flaws of your youth
Depict a man with his heart on his sleeve
Confront and search out the truth.
Weave me a yarn with your poetry
Spin me with poetic release
Take me away with ingenuity
Fill my mind and my soul with your peace.
A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled while teaching others how to embrace
Remains courageous, faithful and strong with persistence in any given case
Blindsided by those who are willing to love and cherish her to the end
Silence becomes her guard, her armor, her protector, and best friend
Tears of pain, and sorrow, all of which are from a past memory
Times shared, lost and gained, the negative days are history
Mental pictures are drawn from imaginations that lead her to an untraceable place
Recruit no one, for life has taught her that there is no room for more mistakes
A mind reader that has established herself to be two steps ahead
Portrays an interesting novel, a world kept secret unread
Admire her dearly for her patience, wisdom and knowledge untold
How does she continue to live life so freely far from her empty soul?
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
Now that your spirit hovers in chilling night air
Can you find your way to offer me some insight
So many times I pledged my love to show I care
But your lack of response trepidation would ignite
If I could hold you once more, would you tell me now
Would you utter the words I longed so much to hear
Instead of leaving me hanging from love’s frail bough
You’ve passed from earth, but in my dreams you reappear
I see your lips moving and long to comprehend
Words that silently escape into the vast void
I reach for them and your death I try to transcend
Expressions in life that you never employed
Our hearts had been broken countless times before
Your actions showed love, but the words I needed more
I only tell of sunny hours...
We are not so different
you and I,
though your stone face
can never last.
In time
how much more telling,
are the shadows
that we cast.
02/02/19
For Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
If you appreciate others, tell them now,
While it still can add to their sense of self-worth.
To wait is a mistake many make because
No one knows how much time they have left on earth.
If you admire her kind generosity,
Or how he selflessly gives to those with needs;
Letting them know sooner rather than later,
Encourages them to do other good deeds.
Gratitude has positive ripple effects;
Expanding circles - lives we affirm and touch.
Avoid regrets about dearly departed,
By telling them now they matter and how much.
Submitted: February 10, 2017
It took me hours and hours on the bus to arrive Mother,
and by the time I got to your tomb the red rose I picked
was wilted but still full of love. I have things to tell you Mom.
Sad things and happy things, things only you would understand.
Sitting on the grass amongst the tombs I trace your beautiful
name with my finger. And I remember . . .
all the times at the kitchen table when I told you my
worries and you listened and did not say a word until I finished.
And I would ask, Mom what should I do? Then you would say,
you know what to do . . .
Why did you always know what was in my heart and soul. Oh, the
countless times you sat upon the edge of my bed as I wept
over some silly thing. And those days in the garden when we
planted flowers and I told you of my day and dreams.
And how deeply we cried . . .
together when my baby died. Our hearts broken and forever
melted together. And even now, Mom, I imagine whispering
in your ear whenever I need you, I can almost hear your sweet
voice saying, you know what to do. I taught you well daughter,
so you could follow your own path . . .
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May 4, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/I have things to tell you, Mom
Copyright Protected, ID 05-669-177-04
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Premier contest, Best Free Verse
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
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Written for the Standard contest, Mom's Ear,
sponsor, Craig Cornish, Judged 2015
First Place
Life is but a fleeting mist.
What is now, will soon be missed.
Seize the moment, say in words:
God’s greatest to you, was her.
Days of ordinary passing,
Too soon leave for nothing’s lasting.
Take the time to cherish her,
All widowers surely concur.
For when death’s door is finally closed,
No words or sonnets you’ve composed
Can reach the ears that once desired,
Your Love and words to lift; inspire.
Nothing in this world can bring
What you alone have offering.
Make the call, write the letter
Let her know you won’t forget her.
Death’s toll rings and she is gone
A vacuum fills and a fullness drawn.
While you can, express your heart
Before too soon, she will depart.
How do I tell you "I love you",
when all that's left to listen is a cloud?
And the tempest has blown away,
all that our hands built.
How do I get answers to my questions..
The ones pleaded, and prayed, and begged for..
Why you, why me, why now?
How do I reach out my hand,
to a shadow,
that holds no warmth.
Your loveliness, found now only in portraits,
or, perhaps,
from an old recording.
How do I say to you,
who is no longer swayed,
by a cold morning,
noon bright,
nor moon filled night,
that you are loved,
still.
Now bathed in sunlight,
the marble remains so cool....
A few coins adorn your place of rest.
I wish you could spend them all.
In vows you promised to be mine,
in good times and in bad,
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer.
But who will be there
to take care of me,
in sickness and in health?
I will hold true the vow,
"to love and honor you
all the days of my life."
Taken now forever,
from your sweet song,
lingering only in pitiful loss.
To toil through life now left,
to visit,
in a garden of stones.
-Dedicated to my father, who outlived two wives.
Tell me I'm the one, the love of your life.
It's not my fault you won't become my wife
I'll look in your eyes as I dream my dreams.
We can both pretend, it's not what it seems.
I know there's another who holds your heart.
I can't stand that it's ripping mine apart.
So I will take this, just one more night.
Hold me and rock me, till the morning light.
My pain is to great, please whisper sweet lies.
My brain knows what my Heart can't realize.
I'll give you freedom, please let me pretend.
I am not ready, for this love to end.
Tomorrow walk away, that is your chance
I will survive, if you give me one glance
Sonnet on an intimate relationship.
Don't tell me I'm beautiful when I've done something different with my make-up
Don't call me beautiful because I've bought a new bra and you can see it through my shirt
And never tell me I'm beautiful
Because I've lost weight
Tell me I am beautiful
When I am brushing my teeth
When I have toothpaste on my chin from trying to talk to you at the same time
And all you can think about the whole time I'm talking
Is how you want to kiss it clean
Don't tell me I'm beautiful when I've done my hair the way you like it
Don't tell me I'm beautiful when I'm angry and you want me to stop being angry
Don't tell me I'm beautiful because I look good in heels
Tell me I'm beautiful because I look like I feel beautiful
Because my vertebrae are aligned like stars tonight
And I can't, stop, looking, up
Don't tell me I'm beautiful to brag to your friends
Don't tell me I'm beautiful to stop me from crying
Don't tell me I'm beautiful when I'm drunk, when I've packed my bag, when I'm leaving
Tell me I'm beautiful when I'm reading
And the words reflect in my eyes like fairy lights
And there is nowhere I would rather be
Don't tell me I'm beautiful when the door is locked
Don't tell me I'm beautiful with your trousers around your ankles
Don't tell me that I am beautiful when I'm on my knees
And if I'm not
Don't tell me I'm beautiful to get me on my knees
Tell me I'm beautiful when I am on my feet
When I am on my feet despite these goddamn bags under my eyes
Tell me I am beautiful when those bags look like hammocks and all you want to do is crawl inside
And fall asleep with me
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Is there a place that I can be ~ imaginary
Imaginary me is what I’ll be ~ imaginary
Look at the world what do you see ~ imaginary
Fantasy's dream of ecstasy ~ imaginary
Ghost of troubles won't defeat me ~ boo imaginary
Careless solutions would always be ~sad imaginary
Too many people in a love hate affair ~ oh what a bad thing
Bright blue skies suddenly dark clouds appear ~ imaginary
Fake happiness pay your money it's clear ~ no imaginary ~
A complete one stop heaven is here ~ it's imaginary
Oh what a shame ~ we’re caught in a maze of games imaginary ~
Pray truth can tell ~ What’s in a name but a number to claim ~ imagine
it well ~ living in an imaginary world with imaginary dreams to sell
is a dusty rippled salt shaker,
an old working girl
found busy or on a stroll,
in a brothel house
my grandmother said
was often around,
when people sold
what they could to survive.
See her in the morning,
and her body
is an empty bottle
of sweet red wine,
bought cheap,
kept to deny the rough time.
You say now,
she was once round
and smooth as a glass egg
with a rose,
blooming in her breast.
This woman you knew
carried in her purse
a working poet
and a bronze genie lamp,
in case the days moved slow.
This woman you knew,
displayed a blue-purple dragon
she couldn’t let go
you knew, once were her husbands,
when his father died in his presence,
and while he loved drugs.
This woman you remember
you called a treasure
a face, a rainbow, a toy necklace.
This woman you sensed,
reached for you, during moments
when rainfall increased
sparrows flew by, and her home
a sand-feathered dream catcher.
Now nobody cares to admire anymore.
Tell me your sercetes The wind wispered And I will carry them away And the long night of shaddows Will be washed out by the day Give me the sarrow that lingers at your door And let your heart be lifted With a childs faith once more Let all now be forgiven Let all your thoughts be free And let your dreams all blossom For all the world to see