I am so lucky to
live in the Goldilocks Zone
where it is not too cold and not too hot
just like in the fairytale of the three bears
Earth is the only
planet with air, mountains, valleys and canyons
and lush forests with trees reaching for space
and most important is water for plants and flowers
and for the people and all
the fish, the birds, and every creature
oh, yes I am lucky
to call Earth my home where it is just right
not to cold and not too hot
nice and safe for now . . .
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March 28, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Safe in Goldilocks Zone
Copyright Protected, ID 03-134-329-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Goldilocks Zone
sponsor, Anthony Bianco, Judged 04/17/2021
Seventh Place
Categories:
bianco, earth,
Form: Free verse
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Io sono un knightmare
Un pedone quando si passo
Il mio vescovi sono un grande spavento
I vescovi sono unsaintly
Uccidere i nemici quotidiano
Sacrificare se stessi per una causa superiore
Sto giocando a questo gioco, anche se non ottengo nessun applauso
tu sei un novizio quando si gioca
Sto Sun Tzu nel suo momento migliore
Questo significa che la mia strategia in grado di sopportare la prova
In grado di sottomettere la vostra mente
E nel tempo troverete
Il mio pensiero non è nero o bianco
È ornery
Non punta il mio re
Anche se si angolo di me
Categories:
bianco, art, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Petals falling
from unseeded bud
opened by midnight sun
sparkling it to love
then leaving
to return on its course
dressed in candle lights
stolen star to star
unmindful
of ice pellets
tearing at the calyx
teardrops
frozen in the throat
lacerating heart
throbbing to harden
like winter in silence.
February weeps
meet a new face
lights start dancing
in the eyes
glances caressing
two hearts
whispering to each other
sweetness
crushed grape
turns to wine
tinting two goblets
crimson!
Eternal seed
buds new life
flame of God's
everlasting light
running through veins
of two hearts
saying to each other: Yes
I love you
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Podium-1/11/21
Eighth Place- Anthony Bianco-Crushed-6/18/20
Seventh Place: Brian Strand-Late July-7/20/18
Categories:
bianco, love,
Form: Free verse
DINNER
Tonight we’ll dine
At a restaurant fine
.To order, we’ll start
With the French words,
Entrée and a la carte.
Hors d oeuvres, escargo,
Brei and dubonnet.
If those mean food,
Why don’t they say?
Foi gras and boeuf.
Grass-fed beef?
Next on the menu:
Pesto, calamari,
Vermicelli, tortellini.
Served with bianco, chianti,
Oh me!
Not to be out done,
The Greeks have their fun
With: gyros, mousaka,
Ouzo, and baklava.
Apparently it’s fashional
To serve food international.
Adding to the appeal
Of a well-prepared meal.
OK by me!
Categories:
bianco, culture, food,
Form: Light Verse
delicatti wiggles mente
come una coda
fumo bianco nel nero
colline in lontananza
si transforma in nuvole
grigie
blus si fonde ad arancione
piccoli punti de vita
siamo nella vasta
galassia
d'amore
soffia come un vento
Categories:
bianco, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”
Categories:
bianco, addiction, age, analogy, basketball,
Form: Rhyme
Your future dreams
Empty paper in your hands
Disguised as desire
Your words written in silence
Until the last sunlight vanishes
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Deine Zukunftsträume
Leeres Papier in deinen Händen
Als Wunsch verkleidet
Deine Worte in Stille geschrieben
Bis das letzte Sonnenlicht verlöscht
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Seus somnis per al futur
Blanc de paper a les seves mans
Disfressat com un anhel
Les teves paraules escrites en silenci
Fins a la llum del sol extingit
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I tui sogni per il futuro
Foglio bianco nelle tui mani
Travestito da un desiderio
Le tue parole scritte nel silensio
Fino al quando il sole si spegne ultimo
Note: The Catalán version is for Ruben and the Italian one for Lisa-Marie and Charma
Categories:
bianco, on writing and words
Form: Tanka