"Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.
I will hold tight your days of youth
And share with you my honest truth"
First Verse of Connie's number one poem TRANQUILITY, also a POTD back in 2017. See link above.
Connie was a dear, sweet friend of mine.
On May 3, 1946, to earth this angel came.
Not too many people have I met with her shine.
Now she’s gone; those who cared won’t forget her name.
In addition, we recall the kindness of her heart.
Empathy she practiced, along with forms of art.
Multi-talented, she could both read and see
Aurus of people, and she was a master of
Reiki, and of course, she adored poetry.
Commenting to poets, she expressed such love,
Uplifting and inspiring poets that she knew.
Managing “Poetryforthought,” she helped poets too.
Winging her way around the globe, as a stewardess
On many a flight dear Connie went.
Needed and loved as a sister, mother wife, and friend;
Gone too soon in ‘22, to heaven an angel was sent.
I so admired Connie Wong.
Each poem she wrote was like a song.
Her love of nature was so strong.
As was her kindness, passed along.
Amazed by her “Constanza Form,”
writing poems, outdid the norm.
A challenge to create, perform,
And paint an image, dark or warm.
A poem she wrote in the past,
Theme: “If this contest were my last.”
Then, two years later, she had passed.
Perhaps her vision was forecast.
The first line of each written verse
Creates a thought that may disperse
Her feelings held, which then submersed
In words, “Enchanted Earth” conversed.
“I have known ethereal bliss.
Endowed by heaven's cosmic kiss,
By starlight from this great abyss
How could I not be changed by this?
The glory of this earth I'll miss.
I have known ethereal bliss."
__by Connie Wong
Lyrics By Connie Marcum
Loving all these years
Through my joy and tears…
My sweet memories don't fade.
When I dream of you
Feelings do renew
And my joy seems Heaven made.
It feels so very real
As my heart does heal
From the aftermath of death.
Intense longing pain
I try to regain
Peace, with every calming breath.
I feel you are near
Your presence is here
At night, when I try to sleep.
You are in my head
When I go to bed,
I won't let you see me weep.
Now, forever more
The man I adore
Will keep quiet company.
Serene thoughts of you
In all that I do
Brings me comfort wondrously.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2022
Connie, Connie, Connie, you are an inspiration
Your love sick songs a bluesy celebration
Carolina moon making us lonely for our own home town
scattering your love light, you know how to get down
Connie, Connie, Connie, a reflection of the sixties for sure
Your headscarf accentuating a heart so innocent and pure
we can see you in the window singing songs to your man
wishing he would come home, smiling as only he can
Connie, Connie, Connie, gorgeous singer of your time
Words romantic and wistful, one man saying “you’re mine”
Your songs were amazing, your voice rang out so very true
Carolina moon will always seem both upbeat and blue
We haven't really been, that good together
Now we've found it hard to simply get along
So instead of being miserable forever
I thought I'd write for you, this parting song
I see it in your eyes, you feel uneasy
Get's harder every day to play long
But picking on each other is getting sleazy
Heck, how on earth did our love go wrong
You told me, you need more than I'm giving
I've replied "you've taken all I have"
We both know this is no kind of living
And every day's another day of Sad
Chorus:
Now the end is here, let's just get on through it
And we both know it's pretty plain to see
Connie if you have to hate someone
Then Connie it's "Ok" if you hate me !
We haven't always been, That good together
We've found it hard to simply get along
And what we thought would last until forever
Has slipped away into a country song
We can spend our time blaming one another
Until our faults are all that we see
So I think That I will make this kind of easy
Connie it's Ok it's ok it's ok if you Hate me !
Cornelius McGillicuddy Mack
You can’t make up a name like that
At baseball he took a loud whack
(Managing the A’s to 3,731 wins)
~ Suit-and-tie, teetotalling aristocrat
MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025)
Dedicated to Connie Steeves
Our friendship goes way back
I believe we were in grade 3?
In our brown and beige uniforms
At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy
At first, I hung out with your sister
But little did I ever know
That we would become much closer
And our friendship would surely grow
I remember you and your family
Would always sit in the second pew
Little did I know at that time
All the trouble you were going through
Despite it all, you found your smile
And we certainly had lots of fun
Especially in our teenage years
At Messiah Youth Mission, we sung
You always loved me so dearly
And for that I will never forget
Friends didn't come so easy for me then
But on your friendship, I could bet
Though we lost touch throughout the years
I'm so happy we found each other again
Oh how I love you so much
My dear, Connie, my oldest childhood friend
And now I have to say goodbye
Your friendship I will surely miss
Please know how much I love you
As our memories we reminisce!
In a foreign sky, I gaze above
And spot those stars I named with love
After fellow poets who I dearly miss
Their memory still brings me bliss
There's Milton, shining bright and strong
As if he's still here, where he belongs
He was always the leader of our pack
Skills and strengths I still admire and lack
Close to him is Connie, gentle and kind
Her smile and warmth are always on my mind
She was the glue that held us together
I wish I could hug her just once more, forever
Then there's Harry, the newest of the three
His poetry oozes from his poetic soul and inspired me
He had a heart full of compassion and love
I know he's watching us from above
In this foreign sky, they may be far
But their light still guides us like a star
I'll keep their memory alive and bright
Until we reunite, in a heavenly light.
Written: June 8, 2023
Amiable Connie --- ready to congratulate with her kind words always
Beloved PS friend, bursting-out beautiful affirmations with “blessings”
Cheerful and caring, commending with her uplifting comments*
Dear mentor to me, a darling teacher whose vibrant spirit is a delight
Enriching are her poems; I thank her, I thank** God for her earnestly.
*The second to the last comment I received from Connie on August 8, 2022, which speaks of her good testimony about the Poetry Soup: “This is a lovely shining example for your contest Beata. I wrote a tribute poem to PS members in 2016 I believe that included so many members most of whom are still here, called ‘Tribute to Poetry Soupers.’ I think it is wonderful to celebrate poets and their poetry. This site has brought me much happiness and has inspired me greatly to grow poetically. Blessings xxoo 8/21/2022”
**1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 29, 2022
1st place, "Short Connie Tributes - How did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 10/30/2022
in so many words
pictures of encouragement...
boomerang effect
I dream of the Ganges, and her gentle cleansing flow…and the Island Spirit with palm trees swaying, egrets on salty air, hula hips at moonrise and exotic mai tais. Motherhood, caves and caverns, enchanted forests. I latch onto her adventurous flora of fantasy and sentimentality. Riveting reverberations of a souper poet, Connie Marcum Wong, a kindred spirit.
10/20/2022
Short Connie Tributes - How did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Connie, your poetry wings are now among the lost our friend, Winged Warrier,
I place this heart to you my friend who always saw above us.
Your comments of cheer are now lost yet your past still lives on,
Blessed with words onto our words will never end.
How can these be two now be gone unto heaven?
A heart of pain only you will see forever will be missed,
Long not my sweet friend for tomorrow we will all see you again.
For death comes to all and words we recall wait not,
We shall all see you once again and hear your words my sweet,
friend.
Not for Contest
I cannot believe Connie is gone.
She seemed so young, vibrant and strong.
One of the first to encourage on Poetrysoup.
Full of praise, encouragement and cheer.
Although half way around the world from here.
R.I.P. Connie dear.
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
Each word, each line she wrote with love,
her thoughts so beautiful to read,
I knew each time I saw her work,
it was a winner, guaranteed!
For Connie, a very talented poet & a lovely lady
written 12th October for Andrea's contest
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