In my latter years now
I seldom leave home
Excepting for groceries,
Cat food a must! Along
With required Dr. visits,
Often reminded that,
No matter how well I feel
I could be dying....
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The piano tuner came back
Today, told me that my instrument
Was fine! Well, I replied, can you
Do something about those out of
Tune birds? New batteries he suggested.
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I was in the backyard today,
Putzing around the garden.
An early spring seeing in
The offering – swore I heard
The old fig tree sigh, already
Another season! Actually,
Nature would get along richly
Able without the two of us —
Dusted your empty lawn chair —
Valentine's tomorrow. Your Rose
And I have not forgotten.
nothing cuts deeper than a word
excepting the ones you have not heard
Father I ask this day, to give me a new sight,
to open my eyes unto a brighter light.
Don’t change those things that would get me down,
but let my smile, change someone’s frown.
Teach me Lord, in the ways I should be,
let me be that change, that they wish to see.
But even in the knowing, it takes a whole lot more,
not everyone will let change, slip right in their door.
I find it quite disturbing, those who wish to change,
when its at the door, they find it really strange.
Wanting it, needing it, yet never stepping in, you see,
what good is change, just laying around as not to be.
Right in the way of progress, it lays down at our feet,
never excepting the changes that we daily meet.
Now there’s a mountain of changes just standing in our way,
and yet, we still go to the Father, for changes do we pray!
Listening through the surrounding
trees.
Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze.
Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze
comforts The leaves.
Words joined together while starting to hear, how
the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for
the leaves
as-if nobody believes.
In a still small voice it whistles an sings.
The song of hope lies within the trees, as the wind
blows through
its wings.
The branches crumble an fall, sadly knowing not
much time at all,
excepting what humans
future brings.
No help from our pollution in the air,
understanding how unfair, Every breathe unto their
lungs.
Voice of god flows an exceeds,The fear of death
from disease; The wind is telling the trees to
fear.
Realizing the sadness that humanity is forcing
their death near.
As of right now the sky seems as if
shes clear.
We'll never know continuing our ways, if it shall
be the same in a year.
Two beginners here
Speaking softly
Relationship to steer
Both thinking loftily
Never lack of boundaries so *****
Denial of the highest sort
Never excepting emotions
Each barrier a impenetrable fort
Yet still going through the motions
Only success comes through the truth of court
The answer does not take a sleuth
They like each other you see
Open questions are uncouth
Answering to no fee
Oh the strangeness of youth
disambiguate
Tired of talking to a God
that is not a straight answer
it is more like talking
to a roof beam
excepting profundity
I walked down to a café
the one near the fruit market
had a coffee
a bica pingada
because I live in Portugal
The serving wench
asked if I wanted full cream
in my coffee
I momentarily paused
struck by a thought
Should I tell her I have
diabetes
if I did
would she care
she is not a doctor
I nodded yes
no need for verbal
communications
I can safely go home
and talks to the beam
My faithful dog brings so much joy to my life
Always there to comfort me in times of strife
Excepting me no matter what, a quality hard to find
Going for a walk he will stick right by my side
His favorite pastime is a trip to the park
He likes meeting other dogs always greeting them with a gentle bark
A great sense of security when he walks with me after dark
He when not feeling well he is there for me
He does have one fault he chases squirrels up a tree
One thing for sure is I love having him around
At the end of the day, he is always there to greet me, with his tail wagging up and down
If I Make It To Old Age
If I make it to old age, I’ll count myself lucky.
Not careful or clever, not courageous or plucky.
It’s all down to fortune at the end of the day.
Despite what the best advice is, or what doctors say.
There’s fitness freaks popping their clogs in their twenties,
While ancient old alkies live surrounded by empties.
Well alright, those folks are excepting the rule.
Life can be implausibly generous or cruel.
Don’t get me wrong now, I don’t want to pop,
But the day with my number on will be time to drop.
There’s nothing can stop it, when it’s time it is time,
Be you ancient and venerable or right in your prime.
If I make it to old age, it won’t mean I’m cunning,
Just that I’ve managed to stay in the running.
I’ll keep cracking on, just like anyone would,
I’m middle-aged now, so it’s so far, so good!
"God sends them without wings so
we will not know they are angels. "
Quote - Unknown
I heard a crashing coming from my flower shed ...
going to investigate
I found a furry orange visitor
CRASH went a flower pot of purple heather
from a table
and I was excepting more to fall
so, I stroked this wandering kitty cat
he was so friendly and I think looking for a friend too
I felt safe to bring him to the kitchen
and soon he was lapping warm milk
and munching on chicken
he fell asleep in my rocking chair
for the entire day ...
then, later hopped on my lap purring
I was thinking I have a cat now
but, then he kissed my cheek
and ran out the door ...
I suppose he was not quite ready to give up freedom
and this is okay
for my door will always be open to a visitor
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April 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/a visitor
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1537-255-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Visitor
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 04/16/2023
Second Place
Rainy days, they bother me not at all,
Sitting inside on my couch, safe and warm.
And even should it grow worse and hail fall
Still, I sit content in spite of the storm.
Thunder will certainly make itself heard,
Followed by lightning that streaks ‘cross the sky.
Deep down in some hearts great fear may be stirred
And yet, I take comfort, I don’t know why.
Rain in the street blown about by the wind,
Tapping the windows and on the roof top.
I watch the trees in the yard sway and bend,
Part of me hoping it never will stop.
I love rainy days and there is no doubt
Excepting, of course, if I must go out.
Soft memories of you
fill my soul, yet the pain of regrets lingers
Causing the softness to crack and shatter,
falling through outstretched fingers
One great love we are afforded in life,
sitting I watch mine walk away
Should have known past kisses,
the tale your lips spun I’d pay
Within a blue mist our story plays out,
remembering deep emotions
Shadows from our past then turn
and twist, like the turbulent grey ocean
A mixture of sweetness and chaos,
yet the words never mattered
Thought our love absolute,
yet I had allowed my thoughts to flatter
As questions linger, overcome by
grief and their transgression
Never excepting what was true,
the deepest of all confessions
If our paths were meant to be,
then they will cross once again
Then the toxicity of our past will fade,
permitting the light of pure love in
I
When one falls out of love / marriage, if there's respect enough to remain friends then LOVE has triumphed over evil.
II
I am in RSA, South Africa for short. My ex-wife lives in the Eastern United States. Almost two years ago she welcomed my best friend from Johannesburg / Lenasia, his wife, and their son. I sent $700.00 only as Christmas gifts for my two daughters with VJ family, and sreceived precious Christian gifts in return. In Valentine's week and month, I thank Jeus, LORD - SAVIOR -PRESIDENT that bitterness is gone between my ex and I. I call her my best friend in the USA ( GREAT MEN - friends Jim Link and Henry G. Dorsett, passed on). I believe more than my education, and excepting Salvation in Jesus, no achievement is as precious to me as that of being best friends with my ex. Hallelujah. All praise & honor to LORD Jesus.
When you can start saying, I love you in the morning instead of at night. Everything turns a shade of gray, instead of black and white. What signifies and shows compromise the most, is when you can care about and respect your host. It means you have reached deeper into your heart now excepting, not getting everything your way. Thinking of another ahead and outside of yourself. Not in a needy way, signified by sorrow, Since you’re not able to play.
Only when your blind can you really see the world, only when your deff can you here the words that are spoken, only in silence will you gain knowledge, only with a open mind can you understand, only with a excepting heart will you know love, and only with a fulfilled soul will you have peace.
It is there for your taken
To my friends and neighbors,
Please except my most precious offering
My gift...to you
For you, to hold onto forever
Till forever- we are we
Worthless of any money value...
But valued more than any money
Please take my gift of friendship
In return, I ask not a thanks
One needs not a thank you for a friendship
Thank the lord, instead
But!
I do indeed; Wholeheartedly
Thank you,
Thank you...for excepting my friendship
Blessings
The Gift That I Give You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
7/5/2021
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