"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
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 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
An Angel loaned from Heaven,
roamed this Earth, as if on mission,
lifting up spirits, the kindest among us,
oh Bless You mystical being ~
the Lord couldn't wait to have you back.
~ R.I.P ~
'Short Connie Tributes - How did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
She called me a friend even though we were ocean apart,
Her words were beautifully and skillfully crafted,
Genuine love permeated her chamber,
She loved the fragrant blossom of spring,
Autumn called her home.
September 24, 2022.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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