Autumn delights sporting red dye
Painting meadows in crimson themes
Charming thrills of amorous dreams.
Where parching breaths of maple sigh
Zephyrs groove lilting amber breeze
Swaying rhythms of colorful trees.
How season’s golden passions vie
Waltzing glamor of stolen glance
As leaves chromatic whirl, and dance.
Sights lovesome gazing sapphire sky
Frolic with stars of moonlit night
Lauding sparkles of twinkles bright.
Hoisting desires of romance high
Venus smiles gawking lovers kiss
Boosting tempo of autumn's bliss.
Autumn delights sporting red dye
Where parching breaths of maple sigh,
How season’s golden passions vie
Sights lovesome gazing sapphire sky
Hoisting desires of romance high.
We are created to create.
A shared foundation is instilled,
Diversely skilled, we join and build.
Equipped with tools to navigate.
Faith guides but will not implement,
Make use of this free will we're sent.
We have a say in our own fate.
Walk on and earn what you can't give,
Be worthy of this life and live.
Each day’s a gift, participate.
Potential lies in each mistake,
Find purpose in the risks you take.
Blessings pass by an idle wait.
So search for chances to assist,
Or time will waste on what's been missed.
Constanza, a solely unique classical form
With a smooth, serene and splendid poetic norm
Connie through experimentation invented
And presented to us, co-poets, like bouquet scented
Spreads its fragrance in many a poetic group
Besides being blessing to the Poetry Soup...!
29 October 2022
Short Connie Tributes - How Did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Autumn – Constanza
The season that I like the most;
who cares for callow, shallow youth?
The young know nothing, that’s the truth.
With swallows, on their trip engrossed,
I, too, feel atavistic yearning
to celebrate the season’s turning.
And chestnuts in the fire, to roast,
with rosy apples, ripened sloe,
give off a fragrance old folks know.
That August sun, so swift to boast,
is not so mighty any more;
a wimper which was once a roar.
A feeble and decrepit ghost,
an oak leaf, shrivelled in my hand,
reminds me that I’m not so grand.
The season that I like the most;
with swallows, on their trip engrossed,
and chestnuts in the fire, to roast:
that August sun, so swift to boast,
a feeble and decrepit ghost.
Blest with wondrous color delight
Fall majestically stands out
Thanking God* midst nature’s praise-shout.
Autumn’s glow does capture spotlight
Exposing iridescent tints
Golden leaves beyond orange flints.
Foliage radiates great sight
Inspiring artists to blend hues
Shades of red, brown, green, yellow views.
Amidst sunset bursts, fiercely bright
Poets triumph with hopeful bliss
Resplendent scene heart cannot miss.
Propelling grand celestial flight
Autumn highlights beauteous chrome
As soul departs for heaven-home.
Blest with wondrous color delight
Autumn’s glow does capture spotlight
Foliage radiates great sight
Amidst sunset bursts, fiercely bright
Propelling grand celestial flight.
*Psalm 106:2 Who can utter the mighty acts of the LORD? Who can shew forth all his praise.
October 9, 2022
1st place, "In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney; judged on 10/21/2022.
Bold poet, Connie Marcum Wong
is spent. Feel gentle winds and smile
as summer’s heat breaks for a while.
Her time has come, sounds heaven’s gong.
It’s fall, and though our spirit grieves
her vibrant poems soar like leaves.
True faith in God has kept her strong;
some trees lay barren that we face
yet, she reminds us of God’s grace.
A wealth of poems, her hearth-song
can warm our brokenness and strife.
We give tribute to her new life.
Our bard now dwells mid heaven’s throng
worries of winter’s cold – no note,
we cherish reading what she wrote.
Bold poet, Connie Marcum Wong
Her time has come, sounds heaven’s gong
True faith in God has kept her strong
A wealth of poems, her hearth-song
Our bard now dwells mid heaven’s throng
October 6, 2022
Contest Name In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme
Sponsor Suzanne Delaney
Dancing past the vibrant embrace
Leaves tempting the earth with their praise
Visions ~ joyful hearts will amaze
Laughter healing with gentle grace
Trembling trees, naked of their breath
Welcoming the season of death
Glowing light that dark can't erase
Passionate fires in crispy hues
Silent shouts from souls who enthuse
Stirring of dreams brought face-to-face
With peace so wonderous it warms
Hearts ~ even in the darkest storms
Shadows singing of hopes to chase
Away the fears, wiping the tears
So Autumn's song sings through the years
Dancing past the vibrant embrace
Laughter healing with gentle grace
Glowing light that dark can't erase
Stirring of dreams brought face-to-face
Shadows singing of hopes to chase
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
October 4, 2022
Autumn Constanza
Autumn on azure ambient.
Flowers in saffron and crimson.
Shimmering Sun on orison.
Freshness obvious salient.
Delighted with cheerful Nature.
Appearing in grace and luster.
Umber Earth! Cool environment.
Autumn dawn! Bright day to forecast.
Biting garlic bread as breakfast.
Glossy greenery prominent.
Watching amber leaves in fervor.
Sipping tea with ginger flavour.
Autumn glow painting firmament.
Mellow pumpkin on mother's care.
Home-made candies we are to share
Autumn on azure ambient.
Freshness obvious salient.
Umber Earth! Cool environment.
Glossy greenery prominent.
Autumn glow painting firmament.
09/25/22
In Remembrance of Connie Autumn Theme
First Place
Contest by Suzanne Delaney
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise
Where tinted leaves turn fiery red,
Where gamboge dye prairies imbed.
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze
Inspired poems of heartfelt themes
Strumming passions of season's dreams.
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Resplendent motifs whirled in dance
Pleasing poise of her gifted stance.
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Lyrics she wrote in flawless rhyme,
How Connie's verses transcend time!
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days
Autumn's glory adorned her art:
Words that blossomed poetic heart.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise~
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze,
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days.
September 24, 2022
Placed1st: In Remembrance of Connie –
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Form: Constanza
Eight syllables per line
Leaves, like reprobate angels, fall
Trees, nude gods (?), welcome the winter
Rainbow colors on sky-linter...?
Birds, their hatchlings, to go home, call
Days, like shade of low-grade jade, fade
Nights slow-down, of their dusk, afraid
Frenzy fog tries to spread its shawl
Dewdrops fill the lips of fresh blooms
Humble grass plume, mesmerized, zooms
Sun, on sea-front, performs cool-crawl
Moon marches toward the sky-height
Do stars, to shine, among them fight?
Within me there's an unknown squall
Like desert dune-frock-frills, heart grills
Thrill of nature in each cell fills
Leaves, like reprobate angels, fall
Birds, their hatchlings, to go home, call
Frenzy fog tries to spread its shawl
Sun, on sea-front, performs cool-crawl
Within me there's an unknown squall
22 September 2022
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
The arid ground is beautified
Why for then should death be decried
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
It’s but a time for transition
Gaining in heaven admission
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
Motionless, save a shooting star
Wondrous, we look on from afar
In truth there’s no final goodbye
For we’re all in spirit entwined
One light, in many forms confined
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
Know oh hermit, soul’s quintessence
As living light, we’re God’s essence
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
In truth there’s no final goodbye
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
21-September-2022
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Summer is withering away
The earth no more is seen in green
Colourful blooms, no longer seen
The sky is dappled with clouds gray
The sun has lost its golden sheen
Dales deep, veiled in foggy screen
Autumn leaves litter the byway
When wintry gales shake the pine trees,
Acorns drop, presenting a maze.
Trees in multi shades line the way
Indeed a delight for the eyes
All through, one feels November's breeze
Sad, these golden moments won't stay
Though wind sings as it passes by,
From our hearts, rise a restless sigh!
Summer is withering away
The sky is dappled with clouds gray
Autumn leaves litter the byway
Trees in multi shades line the way
Sad these golden moments won't stay
Sept.21.2022
~ Placed Nineth~
Entered for Brian Strand 1215 Contest
~Placed First~
In Remembrance of Connie
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Suzanne Delaney
A Constanza in dedication to Connie Marcum Wong
Her pensive soul was caught awhile
sailing on the whispering breeze
that spoke life's secrets in the trees.
She thought of all her Earthly trials,
yet not forsaken in their midst -
embraced by all good fortune kissed.
The journey long, across the miles,
to where the islands hugged the sea
and all of love and family.
And as the Autumn scents beguiled,
her heart sailed where the palm trees sway
and gently swept her heart away.
Into the "Light" - a glowing smile
consoled the hearts now left behind
where memories and souls entwined.
Her pensive soul was caught awhile -
She thought of all her Earthly trials.
The journey long, across the miles
And as the Autumn scents beguiled,
Into the "Light", a glowing smile.
Connie loved the harvest of time
She loved her days in Hawaii
Of being happy and carefree
Her seasons, like life, filled with chime
Everyday was a Thanksgiving
The land by sea everliving
From winter to fall it's a rhyme
Paradise is the same year round
Her skip thru the beach always browned
She looked at her fall's being prime
She mused her path covered with leaf
And the trees undressed only brief
She has since passed but what a climb
Like the fall of leaves on a tree
To branch, bear fruit and then be free
Connie loved the harvest of time
Her seasons, like life, filled with chime
From winter to fall it's a rhyme
She looked at her fall's being prime
She has since passed but what a climb
9/19/22
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Suzanne Delaney
First
Autumn winds chant a soulful tune
Elusive songs they choose to play
as maple branches bend and sway
Aspen trees drop their leaves too soon
Hues of umber, amber and gold
as seasonal changes unfold
Across forest floors they are strewn
Russet carpets to lie upon
when in repose a sigh is drawn
Then comes the sad cries of a loon
Haunting sounds foreshadowing death
She calls her mate with one last breath
Like withered leaves, a life was hewn
Taken from loved ones in the night
A cherished soul risen in flight
Pale light spills from a sallow moon
Beneath its glow we weep and mourn
Grief pierces like a sharpened thorn
Autumn winds chant a soulful tune
Aspen trees drop their leaves too soon
Across forest floors they are strewn
Then comes the sad cries of a loon
Like withered leaves, a life was hewn
Pale light spills from a sallow moon
September 19, 2022
In Remembrance of Connie - Autumn Theme Contest
Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney
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