The wheel of time churns the disowned dust,
settling on the desolate shore of deranged life,
in the tidal moments of dispersed perturbation
truth oscillates beyond clutch in chasm of chaos.
Within the destined flux of dismantling disorder
everything succumbs to change except change,
where the alchemy of accosted metamorphosis
creates the fantasy façade of transformation.
In the devastating squall of divesting depression
my mind lies disheveled in the dishabille state,
strips off the fragile layers of frail emotions,
carried away by confounded cascade of essence.
Yet, when my sand castle in the yearning shore
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
I discover the hidden flute of feelings, and play
the ecstasy tune with the melody of your memory.
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Not Placed In Contest : Anything Goes
Date Judged : February 8, 2022
December 4, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance
Sponsored by : Constance La France
When the sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see
light in the sanctum of soul, still like deep sea,
find where do the tear drops you shed go to lie
at the edge of scorched heart till they are dry.
Mind then comes out of mist to glide with glee
at silky pace like the fleet of clouds sailing free
in sapphire stretch of no end in the seamless sky
where beguiled life spreads wings to soar high.
Tinged rays of the new sun glint the face of gloom,
the revived buds of wasteland plants again bloom,
splash of hue wafts to the soul that shines bright
as it gets suffused with the divine glow of inner light.
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April 21, 2022
Contest : Anything You Want-New Poems Only
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
surprised at letting someone
through the backdoor of my life
not wanting it to work
in so many different ways
wanting the grief to continue
to carry on with its destruction
wanting the mourning to
plow through undisturbed
wanting to maintain the momentum
of the familiar downward spiral
to the utter depths of hell
not wanting to be okay
not wanting to silence
the voices in my head
not wanting to be freed
from the weight off my back
most of all not wanting to
pick up and start anew
not wanting to fill the void
scared to feel okay
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 22, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Submitted on April 20, 2022 for contest ANYTHING YOU WANT sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will be old and frail;
my beauty will be withered pale,
perhaps I will be reading braille !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I will recall my childhood joy;
my favorite pretty doll toy,
and my crush on a cute schoolboy !
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will not hold a pen;
and I will never write again,
but I will always have my Zen !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I wish my end is like floating;
on a boat in the sea drifting,
with my distant horizon glowing !
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April 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Distant Horizon Glowing
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1449-598-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 04/23/2022
Second Place
My favorite emotion:
To hold a grudge close to my heart,
I fuel it, keep it alive;
It paces my mind back and forth like a caged tiger,
Like the restless sea I never let it be
Lashing and roaring like crashing waves.
I carry the grudge like a cross
and wear it like a crown of thorns.
Each slight, each insult
is driven into my body like a nail.
Like a devout believer I keep my wounds alive
by constant chanting and the ritual of remembrance…
knowing full well there’d be hell to pay if I fulfilled it.
Something is beginning to corrode inside me,
Skeptical about good deeds, suspicious of generosity
I feel the years wearing on me nursing a grudge.
~07/31/21
~Contest: Anything you want
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.
Sitting in a corner is an empty glass
The only weight inside is this heavy mass
I stare at it as I take a sip sitting still
Pouring it down like a bitter pill
It’s transparency gives light to
All this emptiness inside of me
So light and fragile to this touch
Not really feeling all that much
Stirring all those crazy emotions
Swirling deep down inside this ocean
But it can shatter in one small motion
As tears poured out with no notion
And for each line as I carefully wrote
I empty it slowly down my throat
This passion inside a fire invoked
A cold sweating glass, writing a note
31.7.2021
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
Contest: Anything You Want- Must be New Poem.
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Cold was the night as the snow fell,
drifting on the street and on the paths;
where I wandered and struggled to walk,
weary and homeless, sleepwalking.
Oh, I was a lost runaway from home,
cold was the night and cold was my fear;
No place to go and I had left love behind,
I had no shelter from the cold.
People walked by fast not even seeing me,
help me, feeble and weary I called out;
help me, help me, I am cold and hungry,
and slowly I struggled on and on.
When I could not walk anymore I sat down,
and from the gathering snow I whispered;
but the loud wind sent my words drifting,
so, I just waited in the snow to die.
Then, I saw a building and crawled to the doors,
it was lit by candles and Christmas decorations;
and I lay down in front of a statue of Jesus,
I was found by a priest, gone.
"God took me home."
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November 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/God Took Me Home
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-270-19
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
To smooch with a Hot young Chick
I want to be younger
To smooch with a Hot young Chick
I said that already twice but
If I was younger I could do it twice
I want to be me younger
Should I say it again or can you read my mind?
I want to be younger
So I can live longer to smooch with an older Hot Chick
I want to be younger
To grow old and be who I am right now, so
Why do I want to be younger?
I just want to be who I am
Contest: Anything You Want
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date Created: 10/31/2019
Green Hops.
Green grasshopper on the shamrock,
Lands on lumpy lady fatty's frock,
Rollicking on Patrick's day,
Whole night she had planned to stay,
Stumbled badly in a squeaky shock.
Hubzy fumbled laughter in the hall,
Mini hopper dared to take a brawl,
Down lay fatso red in rage,
Hubby pretends not to gaze,
Bravo to the nymph,she got nature's call.
Contest:Anything green.
Sponsor:SKAT A.
4 April 2016
There was a man named Paddy Maclean
Who resembled a fat runner bean.
With his mates he got drunk
Then brought up...and he stunk
Like a skunk who was dressed all in green.
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Contest: Anything Green
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
A sophisticated lady became the talk of our town
Changed her name to Ms. Green from Ms. Brown
A leader of green revolution campaign
Wore her favorite color all over again
If her tartar isn't brown, we’ll tell her not to frown
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
April 3, 2016 2.40 pm
Third Place
Contest: Anything Green-Limerick
Judged: 4/13/2016
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
The Firmament of my Heaven
The work, the words
The worries, the wits
They are lazy today
They have been sleeping too long
In my body
In the broad way of my heart.
I think about you in the heavy traffic
I lay bare my desire
I search the bodies of
A vowel, a consonant, a simile
An oxymoron, a metaphor
To find a two-syllable title
I breathe in their mouths
With the thoughts I have in mind
I whisper into their ears
To hear the echoes of the words
To compose and feel the sound effect
With overflowing ideas in head
I touch the curved lips
To get you mold
Deep in the vault of your mouth
I feel you and hear you.
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March 10, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Based on Surrealism
Tenth Place Win
Contest: Anything Goes by Chris
View the contents of the poem on the following site:
http://writers-voice.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=1540 (I was interviewed by the site admin)
The circumstance of you being here
is simply that-a chance taken.
Really luck was on my side
'cos you're always here when I waken.
If love has bloomed I've tended my garden
where the soil is rich and strong.
Surely I've watered it with my tears
back when I had it all wrong.
Now I know how good it can be
when love is a handmade gift.
In a world that tests one's spirit
it's your face that gives me a lift.
This is a journey of separate souls
that come together as one.
Dance to the music with joyful feet
and wrap me up when we're done.
for contest "Anything Goes"
sponsored by Kim Morrison
The night comes upon us swiftly with peace
Lanterns are lit outside above the streets
Light seems to be reflected, every piece
There’s a rhythm of the night, some great beats
And I intensely hear the perfect sounds
Lanterns are lit outside above the streets
There are surely sulfur smells which abounds
Nothing compares to the real sight of light
And I intensely hear the perfect sounds
These emotive feelings are felt at night
A wonderful sight of light reflecting
Nothing compares to the real sight of light
The light bouncing around is infecting
Candles are in the windows to invite
A wonderful sight of light reflecting
Evening is lit up with lots of delight
The night comes upon us swiftly with peace
Candles are in the windows to invite
Light seems to be reflected, every piece
Russell Sivey
Contest: anything goes
Sponsor: Kim Morrison
6/10/2013
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Out on the porch seeking inspiration,
enter warm house greeted by warmth,
aroma of homemade chicken and vegetable soup.
Contest: Anything about soup
Sponsor: P.D.
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