Maybe I am not allowed in the society
Maybe I am not fitting in the society
But wait
what society?
The society who beats me with rods?
Or the society Who crushes me by there vehicles?
Or the society where we are selled in the negotiable prices?
Ahh..or society who throw the stones towards me?
Or the society who tries there best to make me feel died even by living?
Or the society where we are kept in the cages?
Or the society who chase my hunger?
Maybe we are not fitting in the society or maybe we aren't meant to be fitted!
But ready to expel there karma!
I guess maybe now you all have guessed who I am?
Some people call me there therapy
Some people call me there headache
Some aren't meant to be called
But
In my opinion
I am the best creature in the whole universe with four paws and one tail..??
Categories:
engraved, animal, best friend, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
I wrote your name in the sand one day
Knowing that the sand will drift away
So I, engraved your name into my heart
Everyday I thought about you
Sitting in the tall grass
Laying there memorized by you
Blue eyes piercing through to my heart
So I wrote your name in the sky
Knowing that the wind will blow it away
So I, engraved your name into my heart once more
Categories:
engraved, best friend, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
Steely needles stab and scratch at solid rock
Over and again – etching there her lines and curves.
Painting his love and despair onto the cold unfeeling stones,
Hoping for release – finding little; for peace – finding none.
In six-fold color, he recreates in profile her wan visage:
Ever poised on the precipice, the sick child awaiting death.
Poem based on Edvard Munch’s The Sick Child I (Lithograph, 1896)
Categories:
engraved, art, bereavement, death, love,
Form: Ekphrasis
Arts
On wood
Sculptures on
Rocks that relent
Passages on sands
Images on gold
Love writ knit
Hearts on
Hearts
12 February 2023
Categories:
engraved, write,
Form: Ninette
2-11-23 Writing Challenge- E Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France
The worst are the clearest;
As clear as water itself.
Most replay in my mind,
And only some dull out.
Good is still clear,
But has been tainted by sorrow
Sadness of what I've become;
I no longer know.
The best are diamonds in the rough,
Needles in haystacks.
As rare as they are,
They cheer me up no matter what.
Memories never disappear:
Stored in the brain's library catalog.
Engraved into your brain,
Until you turn to dust.
Categories:
engraved, memory,
Form: Free verse
He was not impressed.
God knew the number of hairs on his head.
Did that include his beard if he ever grew one?
He would ponder this and other such anomalies of faith.
Why would a Supreme Being care about numbers,
or sparrows falling from the sky, or follicle formations?
Perhaps we were given a number at conception
engraved into our spiritual destiny? Did the number
follow us in death, or were positions changed
by Karmic endeavor and final placements rated
by lifetime achievements or failures?
On his ninety third birthday he received a card.
It showed how many seconds, minutes, hours,
days, months and years he had lived.
He pondered the meaning and worth of such information.
How could you measure Oct 26, 1963 against any other day?
And why would you? Was death, or life, just a numbers game?
A competition? A Cosmic Reality Show? A spiritual ratings contest?
He remembered fewer days as he got older.
Settled for snapshot glimpses of sunshine and snowflakes,
Nameless, yet familiar, smiles beckoning him
toward an un-numbered future.
He was not impressed
for he knew that God knew.
©2/10/2023
Writing Challenge – E Words Poetry Contest
Categories:
engraved, age, day, time, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
“To what avail are scriptures etched on stones?
If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones”
Try to erase a page of history and you will leave no smudge
words first printed concrete in time still hold true today
Faith is the biggest Believer of all, it never budges
you can meet Truth today just as well as yesterday
10 commandments in the Ark Of Covenant "God's way"
Why is it then that we never forget those laws on stone
clinging like a hopeful child we feel them in our bones
living out our truth, despising and forsaking all lies
we continue to live humbly lifting our eyes to the skies;
Perhaps Truth is a streak of light that cannot be atoned
You cannot hide the spark of truth beneath a bushel dark
no more than you can soar like Eagles, Birds, and Larks
What scriptures said so long ago still holds in truth today
a soul's imprint contains all right is is the warriors way,
engraved inside your heart, it always leaves its mark.
April 28, 2022
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name Our Truth
Categories:
engraved, analogy, truth,
Form: Quintain (English)
The blind fiddler plays
enrapt in his tune;
His wife sits
warm in the melody
of a strange hearth;
Their baby child
does not cry;
hunger is a constant song;
The eldest son stands
gripped by the fire's
lyric of security ~
After bread and coin is received
the vagabond family moves on.
Art: The Blind Fiddler, nsteel engraving by John Burnett, 1806,
after the painting by Sir David Wilke
Categories:
engraved, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Where true love may never part
Amen one on one
To all who have won
Welcome to his stable
Devine love he enabled
Chosen divine
Also drank of his wine
We have conquered
God holds this honor
The eyes of the eagle to see far ahead
God wisdom has said
To know the path to follow
May be hard yet narrow
Those who chose wide
Have not chose wise
God kept an eye
Through the birds of our sky
Jesus gave our heart the choice
To be his loving voice
He delivered glory from above
As we seek out his love
Gave us the courage of a lion
With wings to fly in
Categories:
engraved, blessing, deep, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
with years
and tears
_______________
June 28, 2021
Poetry/Footle/a name engraved
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1367-488-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Categories:
engraved, death,
Form: Footle
On the human skin engraved
And for long seconds watched by The Enslaved
To the speechless delight of Spirit of the Eyes
Brazenly walking away with a victory, giant-size:
Self-pitying sighs From The Holy Ghost
Not remembered at His invisible but nearby post.
A great saver of precious Time
Now becomes Time’s Reckless Spender,
No longer valuing the accruing dime:
The tapestry on human skin his shaming bender:
What a magnificence - also quite dreary,
A preserver of one’s potential but in theory,
The covenanting marks largely a lasting puzzle
To the Neck-Deep Worldly, an enduring dazzle…
To forever remain paintings of resilience
On the welcoming flesh of People of Eminence
In some sense, the on-skin signature of The Anarchic
And stylish affirmation of a mind, chaotic;
Sometimes a hurried search for an intimidating identity,
Wherefore they may be The Badge of a Non-Entitiy.
Categories:
engraved, abuse, beauty, character, creation,
Form: Rhyme
I know you thought I forgot you,
but honestly memories of your voice
from the last call we had, sounds new.
Your picture always is my best choice
in my high school art book.
I know time has made a kick
of the hour hand so many times,
but soon I'll make up for it in sums....
Categories:
engraved, beauty, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
I gave you my heart
and my infatuation
to ever entwine . . .
I leave you my devotion
at your stone cold tomb, engraved.
________________________
July 9, 2018
Poetry/Tanka/Engraved
Copyright Protected, ID 18-100040-483-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Tanka
sponsor, The Name Forsakes Me
Tenth Place
Categories:
engraved, lost love,
Form: Tanka
Disillusioned is my soul from watching him die,
in my arms he lay perished, eyes open-
Disheartened soul,
sorrow engraved.
Spiritual torment resounds in hollowed grief-
His ashes rest in a brown wooden box,
his name etched in gold; my “sweet boy” is gone.
My desolation comes from missing his soft fur.
Will there ever be a moment
when his death does not make me weep?
Scar on my heart,
beautiful pug.
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
June 26, 2018
Categories:
engraved, death, dog, pets,
Form: Verse
your soul in my hands and in my last gasp your name- love is now engraved
____________________
April 5, 2018
Poetry/Monoku
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-414-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Monoku,
(Pick a picture of what cha' see)
sponsor, James Edward Lee, Sr.
Third Place
Categories:
engraved, death, love,
Form: Monoku
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