Content Poems

The Book Of Life.
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I earnestly searched for the book of life
I looked in every store
I always got the same answer
‘’We never had one
Have you tried next door?’’
.
My endless quest finished fruitless
And I gave up my restless endeavour
I began to think
Of...Read More

I often feel confused 
I love my friends with all of my heart 
But I want more 
I want 
sticky floors 
blurred nights 
that feeling of being content 
           ...Read More

I’ve never been a leader
But thought that I’d be leading
If achieving all my goals
Helped others start believing

I’ve never been intelligent
But thought I could advise
If learning from mistakes
Is what makes a person wise

I’ve never been content
But thought I’d be at peace
If...Read More

impassioned thoughts linger
against the ivory folds of my flesh
with the same tones of dawn's sky
whenever you cross my mind

my heart still skips a beat
like an old forty-five
whenever our song comes on
and you sing along
with that look
of content
in your eyes
i get...Read More

Monet had his garden to paint,
Water lilies and a bridge so quaint

So many times he swiped his brush,
To capture the flowers and mistle thrush

Soothing pastels and budded greens,
So content, each day for him seemed

 Never tiring of his view,
Suggests it...Read More

Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
         well have learned another thing-or-two
   in the eons since...Read More

Living in the creek’s dark caverns, he was content with his homestead.
His dwelling place had been foretold 
by fairytales on nights so cold.
A promise of the things to come were all that kept the fires fed.

Living in the creek side...Read More

Women have begun to flourish in the past forty years.
They are taking honors in directing, publishing, and writing.
They are fearless in showing their voices.

Women are not content to sit back and allow others to live.
They are grabbing a little gusto...Read More

"This Romeo is bleeding, 
but you don't see his blood",
My heart has come barren
It has not rained spring for long,
Thirsty for a loving embrace
Taste I can only a strand
Of its shadow in my dreams,
Separated I have been
With my love for...Read More

My jubilant love, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you’re so forgiving,
Invading my mind day forward through night,
Always dreaming about us reliving.

Let me compare you to a caring prey?
You are more happy, content and special.
Clear breeze flaps birds...Read More

I am nothing,
Standing right in the middle of nothingness
Doing a lot, but nothing, 
Gained a lot, but nothing
Worth noting, absolutely nothing,
And waiting, waiting for something 
That too is nothing! 

So hard it is to live
With shattered dreams
Things get so well...Read More

INVISIBLE MASS 
                                   

hey architect, 
You've...Read More

Mom’s words cut like a knife, honed razor sharp
Which saddened my new wife
Mom now, after years of strife
Says I married up in life!






February 17, 2020
F F I series 75 englyn
Brian Strand, sponsor



ENGLYN is a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30...Read More

 
I met him when so young, a crush, a love
on silky words I hung
they just slid smooth off his tongue
now, a memory among

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February 17, 2020


Poetry/Englyn Quatrain/A Crush, A Love
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1226-288-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France



ENGLYN is...Read More

Written on February 17, 2020
By Gail DeBole

I read a quote the other day.
It said you must improve today.

I read a quote the other day.
It said to love yourself – don’t change.

Which quote was right?
Which quote was wrong?

Both made me weak.
Both...Read More

We fill our busy days,with this and that,
playthings of each new craze
never stopping,just to laze-
or into our hearts,to gaze.



Note on form:ENGLYN a quatrain from Welsh poetry of 30 syllables in four lines 10,6,7,7.The 
sixth syllable of line one annouces the...Read More

I am tired of not being hugged,
my owner moved and left me behind,
searching for a roof over my head,
dreaming of a soft and comfy bed.

I'm singing the alley cat blues.

One time I was pampered and ate like a queen,
gourmet cans...Read More

They tell them the reality of yesterday is their tomorrow
Save the cries for different versions of sorrow
The world is hash but there is a God who is omnipotent
The world has abundance if they choose to be content
If their dwelling is...Read More

Surrounded by strange blank faces, 
pianist plays a medley of melancholic melodies,
magnifying our sorrows, as we close our eyes.

Just one more, before I leave,
yet I wonder, should we stay or should we go,
for the heart has no desire for trodden...Read More

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder.

Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream of consciousness abandonment
yours truly rests content
to...Read More

Where the waves break
And sea foam rises
The crisp sound of the ocean
Echoes in the cavernous openings
Of private oceanside caves.
Waters rise and recede
As time passes through.
Sunlit moments slightly shaded
By rock shadows floating by.
Caressed by tropical breezes,
Spritzed in salt waters,
My soul is...Read More

I come for the ambiance
Curl up in the furthest corner
Quite content for life to pass me by
I like the pace
Mostly I like
That it doesn’t ask
I get involved
So I sit there
Incognito
Anonymous
Invisible
Cut the cord
Block it all out
Do my thing
It’s my second home
Where...Read More

Now he’s stopped 
and not forgetting 
he’s wailing petty 
nonstop and getting 
no help no pity
inside he’s broken 
shutting down 
no means of coping 
no one around
No love shown to him
hell bound
never known loves bliss
cracked perspective 
no care not missed
Doesn’t...Read More

When you look into
The sky at night
You’ll see the beautiful stars
There’s one that seems
To wink at you
Making you feel content
Sometimes you’ll see
A shooting star
And if you make
A wish, it’ll come true


...Read More

Emily, if we could have met,
I don't suppose I would forget
How very awkward it had been,
I can picture thus the scene:
Introvert to introvert,
Apprehensive, stiff and curt,
Neither of us keen on seeing
Another dreaded human being.
What would have happened if
I'd greeted you...Read More