Best Thougths Poems
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
Telepathy the thougths of else to see
Might be a good way to improve my brain
Which by the events is pushed off to be.
More than a penny I should give for drain!
When I see people with lost in space sight
I try to figure what is moving there
And simply this be a improvement might
But frequently my mind reaches nowhere.
Not all our thoughts may just in words be told
And without talking are expressed much less.
In vain we try then our dreams to uphold:
Of any else the thoughts we cannot guess.
If there are thoughts, as final after all,
Worth a mere penny even if it’s small!
He was born in the year 1899
A cruel birth, pregnancy poisoning
The birth of the child became the mother's death
The father of the boy was crushed by love
... he hated and blamed the boy
He did not want to know, hear or have anything to do with the child
Timothy grew up with his old grandmother
As a baby he cries both day and night
When he got older he was a confined and sad boy
Drawing was the only thing he liked,
children express themselves through drawing
A cruel world he designed, always in black
No researchers interpreted his drawings at that time
It was cause for concern, he drew death
The personality traits were his own cruel death
Timothy concealed his pain, but for him no alternative solutions
He is already struggling with suicidal thougths
Grandmother died when he was 11 years old, life seemed so scary
Helpless and afraid he jumped into the river
two days after his grandmother's death ... a black night without moonlight
Both of them were buried on the same day and place
The grave is always guarded by a black raven
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The cloud is set to cry
Thunder rumble
A sunday in RCCG
Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism
Members of choir malaguena(- ing)
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple
A chest-piece in between my ego
As my thoughts grew larger and thinner
I stood in the company's of fools
Upturning sanity for relativity
In the laboratory of my thoughts
I adulterated truth for thoughts
Questioning the audacity of morality for the concept of anything goes
Romancing with secularism and syncretism
In holy matrimony i stood with duplicity
Igniting animistic junks
Dancing round the camp fire of spiritism
I an offspring of paranoiac
Swam with mundane and nude views
In the harmony of my vain thoughts
A lightning electrocute my rear ear
A voice slashed me like sash, saying
' awake brother, the service is over'
awoh awoh
IT WAS AN EGYPTIAN DREAM
BUT AFTER 25TH, WE CAN REACH TO IT
THEY ALL ADMIT
EGYPTIAN HEROS WENT TO TAHRIR AND PROTESTED
THEIR THOUGTHS AND FEELING NEVER RESTED
THEY WERE OBDURATE
AND BELIEVED IN THEIR FATE
DEMOCRACY WAS A WORD
AND WAS WANTED ALL OVER THE WORLD
IN THE DARKNESS IT WAS THE LIGHT
ALTHOUGH ITS RAY WAS MEAGER
THEY WERE EXTREMILY EAGER
FOR THEIR RIGHT
THEY FIGHT
BABIES CRIED
PROTESTORS DIED
TO FAIL THE DECTATOR
FOR THE LOVE OF THEIR CREATOR
FOR THE LOVE OF THEIR COUNTRY
IN THE GRAVE , THE PROTESTOR LAYS
"THE HERO" THE WORLD SAYS
MY WORDS ARE THE FUTURE
THEY ARE THE HISTORY
ALL OVER THE COUNTRY
MEMORISED AS HISTORY
IT WAS AN EGYPTIAN DREAM
BUT AFTER 25TH, WE CAN REACH TO IT
THEY ALL ADMIT
The quest for higher energy, higher abilities
Has become too trite
The savages always come by at 3 in the ante meridiem
And they seem to drain anything away that was built up
This shouldn't be a surprise
As the dam was merely composed of hollow thougths
When the calm of the center is needed
The vampires come to play with the dendrites
The hum of the piercing lights at 7-11 drives an insatiable need
To feast on the flesh of corn chips and the uneven axis of contemplation
Ah, the joys of a million subversive self-intentions
And the revelation that everything is sprinkled with the delicious salt of soul sweat
Yes it is easy to love the flowers burgeoning from the bones
Of the inside-out mastadon
Because the casinos will never close
The spectors operating the control panel revel in these morning hours
Shall the dance with the unnecessary electrons begin?
Stretch a dream over the face and walk through this life
Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!
Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!
Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?
Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?
We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!
Moments lived into a silver night...
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice:
where the legendary Marco Polo slept,
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!
I'M ALL OUT OF DREAMS
OBEDIENCE TAKES OVER
YOU ARE THE GENERAL
I AM THE SOLDIER
I'M ALL OUT OF PATIENCE
I LOOK THROUGHT THE WINDOW
YOU SET THE BAR DOWN
I'M STUCK IN THIS LIMBO
I'M ALL OUT OF STRENGTH
I'M WEAK AND I'M QUESY
YOU PUSH ON MY CHEST
GRIP TIGHT CAUSE YOUR SQUEEZING
I'M ALL OUT OF TIME
BUT THE CLOCK KEEPS ON TICKING
I'M LOST BUT NOT FOUND
SINCE OF DIRECTION NOT WITH ME
I'M ALL OUT OF MIND
NO LOGIC OR REASON
YOU TOOK MY COMPASSION
I'M COLD HEARTED AND FREEZIN
I'M ALL OUT OF WORDS
TO WRITE ON THIS PAPER
I'M ALL OUT OF THOUGTHS
AND YOU WERE THE TAKER
Written 1-22-19
I try to fly in the sun
but my wings dont work
i try to live in ligth
but blinded in dark
i forget my image
i forget my feelings
if its not me whos will is this
my thougths i wish were mine
my will is never done
i wonder if i ever felt love
my my god whos forsakeing
me or you
my wings dont work
this is oh so crule
Born in February when snowstorms were heavy and frequent,
and to keep me warm their parental touch was God-sent...
I could see them smile, delighting in my miracolous birth;
finally the one they long waited for to give them joy and worth!
And I as grew up, did they notice the first traits of a rare personality,
or did they ignore those signs of a genius destined to bear obscurity?
Perhaps, they felt no vibes of the child bringing change with his flowing water,
too often they stared at him and didn't ask what was his plan for the future!
What makes one really unique and stand out from the ordinary, swift crowd:
being oneself, embracing creativity, being intuitive and imaginative?
My parents missed that creative mind, making their will so imperative...
but that passion was an unspoken voice which needed to break out and shout!
Art played a strong role in building up and shaping this rare personality,
with intense thougths and vivid images, I created a world so whimsy...
that unreal world many rejected with laughter, never repressing the dream inside;
sometimes, all that I had created seemed so worthless, leading to wounded pride!
attach my thougths
signal my intentions
*****
the measure of my glance
cast upon chance
according to fate
****
never stopping
never stopping
sub-atomic
whispers
***
hurting
more
than
before
Where Did That Go
I looked Some Where and it's all gone, the thing that keeps my eyes
My eye is loss and thougths are gone the only thing that keeps me close
How far is it the thing I seek, when behind a demon creeps
I looked Some Where and it's all gone, the thing that keeps my eyes
I had it a few minutes ago I had it in my palms, now theirs holes
A cold ghost flew and took me for a ride
I seen this place is this where you keep the dead
" How awful to think people die , Have I taught you anything"?
Gray skies flew over the medows, not a ray of light was found
Slowly they moved on, pausing to a nervous heart, for their life was to end
Death rode among them, taking lives as there was no tomorrow on that bloody ground
They loved eachother, as the anxiety rose, fearing the the unknow, tasting death in the air and in sound
They fall one by one, what do they fight for we ask?
For liberty, for our freedom, for equal life and human right!
To challenge the dark prince himself for faith is greater than fear in any task
Yet life is but a spoken word, see yee not the end of all things is ever so near, his love you still figth?
Yee see for He built your windows, the curtain was hanged by thee
See not clrealy what is happening? Fear dwells with in your heart and soul
Figth in my kings name, praise Him for he shall deliver thee from pain for ever worry free!
As in all justice, the acts of thy heart matter not for thy mind evil stole
They fight for justice, and world order to prevail
I tell you this very day, for it is written that the end of all is to pass
Hide where ever thee shall fits as His passing shall feel even the smallest of mass
He shall not fail
Our soldiers fall as the domino effect
We shall hold them in our thougths and mind
Who am I but a simple poet to write in their memory, so full of regret
And I die, as my life is to end this very day, its grows purple and sour Amen, my longest hour
What must this be
A hollow shell
confusion and lost
if your the master
whos your boss
if your so rigth
why are you lost
what must this be
you let the razor
bleed
lets not let are
evil thougths
breath
what must this be
Ha you live like me
dream i did .................dream i did
my needs was not mind too give
you are your own so live
weeping tears was not mind too give
my fears we too have too live
dreams i did.................... dreams i did
my love ..was i not yours too
bleeding heart why should we stay
in the cold , helpless place
were thougths die and fade away
dream i did............dream i did
a bloodly wrists
flows like gold
riches in death
for lifes no more
dream i did............dream i did