Best Wong Poems
If I could give you a rose for everyone you touched, you would have a garden
of roses.
If there was a person's name that represented Kindness and Love it would be
yours.
If remembering someone special, that genuinely cared about others and was giving of themselves, you would be the one I think of.
If I had to choose one friend in this world, I would choose you.
If Angels are real, and they were here on this earth, You were one.
" The Mother Tree" you were to all those you loved.
(The Mother Tree was a poem Connie wrote that made 100 best Poems list.)
Your heartache is over Dear friend.
All whom you touched, are thinking of you.
Love and good wishes, We send.
To an Angel, we once knew.
You touched our lives for a while,
and shared your love and your trust.
We will always remember your smile,
and the love you shared with us.
You missed your husband and son.
You wrote of your love for them.
Now the time has come.
When you're reunited with them again..
You will always be part of our lives.
As these tears roll down my face,
as I ask the questions why,
and trust in our Lords Grace.
Rest in Peace Dear Connie.
Your Poetry
Lives
On
Forever
You
Will Never Be Forgotten
By All Who Loved You
My condolences to
Jennifer her daughter,
and the rest of the family.
Michael Tor
We'll miss your presence, Connie dear
the special kindness you have shown-
and now we're feeling quite alone.
We'll miss your poems, that is clear-
the time you took to reading ours-
your comments rating full five stars!
Your thoughtful words were so sincere,
and full of hope in your sweet way-
for us a gracious word bouquet.
Too soon, such sad news did appear!
Your husband, son- from life did pass.
Though crushed, your courage did amass.
Now, of your passing, we must hear!
Your restored health took a bad turn-
such unexpected news to learn!
We'll miss your presence, Connie, dear-
We'll miss your poems, that is clear.
Your thoughtful words were so sincere.
Too soon, such sad news did appear!
Now, of your passing, we must hear!
September 14, 2022
Form: "Constanza", invented by Connie Marcum-Wong
She rides on a sailing ship high in the skies
embracing creation of her wandering star
cheerfully greeting her guests.
Some pleasant and chatty,
some on occasion she may ask,
“Please don’t fall over me.”
Hawaii is where her heart lies;
and island of poetry that inspires her soul,
of orange sunset against sublime radiant blue.
She strolls up and down the tan beach,
enjoying the feel of warm grains of sand between her toes,
breathing in the whole innocence of beauty
as tears of joy blend in with the cool briny sea.
A place of timeless harmony
her peace of heaven
6/19/2017
A tribute to Connie Marcum Wong
Her poems are inspiring
This was a comment written by a friend; I know is if a fight breaks out on a plane and I'm your flight attendant please don't fall on me during your altercation ??
Her poetry springs from inspiration.
Her service merits admiration.
She sees the hue of souls and hearts,
speaks with hands, knows magic arts,
loves the sea, rides the skies;
Easily she cries!
A lovely dame,
and Connie
is her
name.
There are special people, God put in this world.
Deserving of Diamonds and Beautiful Pearls.
Her words are genuine and they touch us all.
Caringness and kindness, we felt, and saw.
To know her is to love her, in a Special way.
Now my friends, it's time to Pray.
A Prayer for healing, to Heal Her Heart.
To bring to her, a Brand New Start.
She's been through so much, in a very short time.
Please pray for her, and be so kind.
Soup Mail her, to show you Care.
That's all of you, her friends Out There.
We miss you Connie Please Come Back Soon.
If not by daybreak by afternoon.
Our prayers are with you, please know we're here.
Have Peace in your Heart, and No fallen Tears.
Please reach out to Connie Marcum
Wong. If you haven't heard she was
recently in the Hospital with a serious
medical condition.
Also a big Thank You to John Watt's
blog of notifying us on Connies Condition.
God bless you all and God bless and heal
Connie.
When Sweet And Soft Morn No Longer Calls Out,
Dedicated to my dear friend, Connie Marcum Wong
When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained
Dawn brings epic sorrows, no real relief
Ripped and torn, shattered some beliefs
Midnight moon casts down that terrible blue
Everything sad even shining new.
When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained
When sweet and soft morn no longer calls out
And life cries for hope, with dark mourning shout
Hours flow forth like whimpering aches of day
All the green blades of grass seem morbid gray
Hurt promises to let other shoe drop
And mind wonders shall this agony stop.
Robert J, Lindley, 9-14-2022
Sonnet
Born from a poet's heart that has seen too much sorrow and loss.
Dedicated to those lost. And to my dear friend Connie Marcum.
I truly think she would have loved this one.
As she saw the merits in sad, dark and truth in life should be represented in poetry.
An idiom by which she's always stuck
is 'having one's head buried in a book'
The truth behind it, she was unprepared
that morning as she went to climb the stairs.
Stopping to lift a bottle, bad mistake
especially when one isn't quite awake
her balance gone, could not control herself
now plunging headlong into the book shelf.
Bruised head, bruised knees,bruised pride was quite enough,
thankfully, make-up would disguise the scuffs.
But then she only went and made it worse
by saying that it would make a good verse.
Hopefully next time she will be wiser
and not tell me, but tell 'Trip Advisor'
29th August 2016
With love, Connie, from Viv x
My dear friend Connie Marcum Wong planted a rainbow tree
Under Luna's night she wrote a God's Kind Of Poetry
Embracing mother Earth she stood
In life's garden- bird in a wood
Laid golden eggs in silver beds for all of us for free
A Tribute to Connie Marcum Wong,Moon Maiden of Poetry
Aloha, Connie Marcum Wong
A fellow islander, here in the State of Hawaii
Plain common folks in touch with its aina (land)
Noticed by many soupers long before this tadpole swam the pond
Well-grounded, skilled with a pen, with a memorable persona,
In my view, I became a welcomed homey, charmingly receptive, in a comfortable regular confab of subject subtleties to filling, reflections of a lifetime,
From our friends to our families to our Hawaii ~~
...of a gorgeous floral lei, imagined or realized
...both pales in comparison
...Aloha always
...my blessings,
...Connie
2019 September 20
*2nd Place*
Pick a Friend on Soup
~~Bobby May
On July 2, 2022, Connie posted her poem “The Blessings of Prayer” dedicated to her "loving poetry friends" who were so encouraging to her during her hospital stay when her heart had almost given out. To date, her poem has received 3 pages of comments! Her replies to those comments are incredibly precious, as they reveal her beautiful qualities. Her life story bespeaks loving-kindness. Our fond memories remain to remind us.
strength of character
ready supporter, true friend ...
always a lady
I couldn’t so delightful an autumn poem write
As dear Connie Marcum-Wong, so admired,
For colorful leaves falling in gentle breezes
Have not the muse our dear Connie inspired.
She was more beautiful than golden russet leaves
And therein I find genuine similarity as I write
Of September here in old Kentucky’s grandeur,
Connie, in Hawaii, never gave up the fight.
Providence like the inevitability of the seasons
Took her to reside in the glory she had earned
Just as the dying leaves nurture in the spring
Sweet Connie is still nurturing us, I’ve learned.
Written September 23, 2022
Dear Connie advised hands on healing
My husband thought this so appealing
I said hands off my chest
I can heal my own breast
With a flea in his ear he’s reeling!
Connie is a reiki practitioner and has been sending me distance healing. She advised me to do 'hands on healing' to help with my breast haematoma and I know it is working and the lump is getting smaller. Three nights this week I have had the most intense purple colour when I close my eyes
2/11/18
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
Four feet to the sky, he lay
in an attitude of surrender
confessing his sins
of hunger, of greed
of slavery to his quest
for surprise, for enchantment
around the next bend.
The Armadillo found
that life sometimes slings
death and destruction
and the road not taken
would have been the right one
had he known.
Connie Marcum Wong
Connie Marcum Wong! Super strong!
We held like minded personality and interacted beyond poetry-soup arena.
I relished and honoured her every comment touching core of heart.
An emotional bond had tied us though without any scope to meet.
I love and admire her all along.
10/14/22
Short Connie Tributes
Contest by Andrea Dietrich
Come, autumn breeze, in September
Sweep through our hearts so elegant
Like Connie, our sweet celebrant,
With sadness we will remember
Her warm and gentle touches still
Whispers of happiness until
She left us, a glowing ember
Burning so brightly in our hearts
Poems with rare beauty imparts.
Stirring souls like burning cinder
Becomes a muse to light our way
On this another autumn day.
On the Soup no finer member
Always there with a compliment
Kind words of praise she always lent.
Come, autumn breeze, in September
With sadness, we will remember
She left us, a glowing ember
Stirring souls like burning cinder
On the Soup no finer member.
Written September 23, 2022
Submitted to: "In Remembrance of Connie - Autumn Theme"
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney