Life comes as it goes
It is designed as it flows
The easiest parts
Come with the hardest darts
Aiming from all directions
Guiding you on your next connections
To strengthen your soul
And navigate through the celestial pole
An everlasting journey
That will reveal itself like a ferny
Come to discover your hidden abilities
It will cleanse any hostilities
From the depths
I rise!
No longer feeling the pain
Having been through it and coming out sane
It’s a hard knock life as they will say
Keeps coming at me every single day
Protecting my thoughts from being taken away
It comes as it goes and it will become a surprise
From the depths I rise!
Will continue to pray for strength
To battle these demons through a multi wavelength
Keeping them at bay
Rinses my soul off of harms way
No matter how many times the rain dries
From the depths I rise!
Not knowing how or where I will go
I will continue to flow
To the sound of my heartbeat
As the wind blows through me
Wiping away my tears from my eyes
From the depths I rise!
No longer hurt in fear
Does not matter if the end is near
It will always be blue skies
From the depths I rise!
Of fair weather, it holds me in its charms.
Godspeed of June, be jealous for light rays.
She’s heard my plea, now let me play and smile.
The pleasantries; hotlanta held at bay.
And withstanding the green and merry glow,
the yellow blooms, the aha reds, sky blues,
I reminisce and kiss and sigh, soaring
with feet of dendrites’ pulse and oxygen.
The rush of oaks, maples, and bonny crépes;
the sweep of wind through open drive - alive!
The ferny mimosas, feathery pink -
Sensations flip; I’m head-to-toe, euphoric.
Teeter-totter…not yet! The sun’s broadcast
will keep the mornings cool - ‘lanta in June!
Life can be a twisted journey
Like walking a path all ferny.
"Life" comes from poetic writing,
Line sublime flows with no fighting,
Live a poets journey exciting.
I am going on a jungle journey,
and I plunge into a frightening world;
hidden layers of foliage ferny.
Gazing at me is a very strange bird,
I am drenched in adventure and magic;
and I plunge into a frightening world.
A wrong step or move could be so tragic,
pausing, I smell decay and creeping moss;
I am drenched in adventure and magic.
Moon glows on the river like a caress,
gathering water I drench my body;
pausing, I smell decay and creeping moss.
Through the water slithers something spotty,
could be an anaconda- I shiver ...
gathering water I drench my body.
She rises and I see her head hover,
I am going on a jungle journey;
could be an anaconda- I shiver _
hidden layers of foliage ferny.
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April 07, 2022
Poetry/Terzanelle/Into the Jungle
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1446-225-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, An Original Terzanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, NA, Judged 05/04/2022
Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or a mischievous monkey devours fruits, smiling with glee
Be it a single purple heron awaiting the dawn
Or the nonchalant coots floating in the tranquil pool
Be it a herd of deer inhabits the engrossing lawn
Or the picturesque peahens thrash out to frame novel rules
Migrant birds' air trails while enduring perilous journey
Gymnastics of endemic egrets in the evening sky
Wonderful wild flowers glisten amidst the shrubs ferny
And the serene water birds in lake, the feast for the eyes
Intermingled with animals out there in forest wild
Every little birds and mammals make our earth revive
Mar -03-2022
A single stride, like silence, from my mother's womb,
Leads me through hills and valleys till I reach my tomb…
Each step of my journey is an education;
That, like a sculptor, shapes, sculpts my destination.
Coiled in, like snow serpents, are cool freshwater streams;
Wherefrom I quench my thirst; like rays, my journey gleams.
Stern like a lion; steady; I complete each step;
Sun and moon and stars enlighten my every pep.
I don't curse the roads though, like crooked minds, damaged;
I dig my routes; pave my paths; straighten the ravaged.
So seldom have my paths been soft like flowers-paved;
It's in ups and downs that I've always my zeal swayed.
Fear, like thorns of a rose, is part of my journey;
Loneliness, though thorny, my journey is ferny.
Hope and trust, like torches, in my journey I bear;
My successes and failures, like stories, I share.
Of all journeys, the one going toward within;
Has been the greatest of my self-fulfilling win…
I know my journey will never come to an end;
Till it finds its origin and end getting blend…
11 September 2021
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Forlorn and lost,
I hang my head like a dying flower;
scars on my soul are mossed,
I drown in dregs that devour.
My journey has left my life garden so ravaged,
but, I must leave this forlorn that keeps me damaged;
and hope must be salvaged.
I will find my strength and power at any cost !
Hope is like water,
and though life is a struggle and journey;
I am my mother's daughter,
and will battle all those vines ferny.
There will be twists and turns and days that taint and stain,
but, against the winds I will break my forlorn chain;
to find my way in the rain.
And forlorn will be rinsed away with the hope water !
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April 13, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Forlorn Hope
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1346-851-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol 2
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 05/13/2021
Third Place
since a child, I have been one with earth
and green winding tendrils have captured my heart
I would follow my father with innocent mirth (and)
a love for nature has been mine from the start
into the deep, earthy green we would journey
O, I still hike forests and feel that deep connection
meandering, I caress the green, mossy and ferny
often dropping to my knees for a better inspection
the fallen leaves and flora lay in decay
and wildflowers call my name to gather a bouquet
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January 28, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/meandering the forest
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1324-437-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Jan 28) Contest 908
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/28/2021
First Place
COLOURS OF LIFE
Umber is the colour of the ferny bracken heath
Broken fronds dishevelled and unkempt
Flaxen is the dry grass laid by wind in tousled sheaf
Sanguine, woodland floor with leaves, life spent
Thus are the groundlings of this changing
land
In winter landscape rough and unrefined
While trees, sylvan patricians tall now stand
Aloof in naked elegance designed
Inequity abounds throughout life’s drama
That some deplore and protest at this end
But would you not accept outcome of karma
When each play you’d select what to pretend
In form and shade profuse life forms abound
And vary without pause throughout the seasons
Their changes though predicted yet astound
Excite a wonder, give existence reason
Boulevard zooms by in palm prison blur
Delerium fuels my top down journey
Escape life at high speed, danger's incur
Depicts regret like thick filed attorney
Fumes turned flumes hit my lung sponges ferny
Enlarged heart space flings caution beneath wheels
Tree smudged edges, adrenalin appeals
Fright factors in only when permitted
Uncatchable, amorous pulse reveals
To safety's brace, I'll not be submitted
22nd September 2020
Dizain Contest
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love for nature and earth was my start.
And into the deep, earthy green we would journey,
I still hike forests and feel the connection;
Meandering I caress the green, mossy and ferny,
I often drop to my knees for a better inspection.
Fallen leaves and flora of the forest decay,
Feeding the soil and make it strong and fertile;
Wildflowers grow reaching and I gather a bouquet,
And hidden in the undergrowth is a turtle.
All in life depends on the earth and its health,
We must all protect what we have for the future;
It is more important than possessions or wealth,
Into the green I go for tranquility to capture.
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March 23, 2020 (March 8, 2016)
Poetry/Rhyme/"Ebb of Life"
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-438-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the contest, Strand Choice O
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Marigold
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
Remembering many lavender, silent protons
The moon-flower laughed
I am shorn of their handicraft
I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus
Remembering many grand flora, ferny embroiderers
And so you came gently purring along the grasses
Still is whirring, still is whirring
As of someone gently transferring, transferring
I heard a verbatim, muffled obtaining
And the hollyhocks never cottoning
Much I marveled the bamboo foxglove
As crab grass pushes and shoves
Deep into that darkness sewing
I felt compelled to sniff the mallows
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
As the breeze through leaves against the- - -
Marigolds
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Photography is a visual expression,
I love capturing images frozen in time;
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime.
I love capturing images frozen in time,
photography is an adventure and journey;
Love going on hikes in the city and nature,
I am often stalking wildlife on paths ferny.
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I am developing my own personal style;
emptying my wallet for photographic gear,
and find photographing architecture worthwhile.
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime,
finding inspiration in statues and old tombs;
not in a morbid way but as an expression,
I feel so creative when my camera zooms.
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February 13, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/Photography: A Journey Creative
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1114-485-13
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
It seems like I fell off the map on my life journey,
my path has been twisted and quite ferny;
and beauty is concealed . . .
I have learned to dip and dive in life's battlefield,
but this warrior of fate could use a shield;
and perhaps an attorney !
Fate just keeps throwing me off mountains I climb,
I end up in dangerous places most of the time;
I could use a fate guide . . .
So that over oceans and quicksand I could glide,
and face- fate's devious footballs with pride;
life is often lemons and lime !
Wonder, would I find contentment on easy street,
no, I like this journey, music and beat;
I like catching the football . . .
Standing strong and tall when I hit a stonewall,
so, I will play the game and there is a windfall;
I could be an athlete !
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March 9, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Simple Mutterings/Fate
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1002-488-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
As we walk hand in hand ..
On the life’s ferny floor..
I acquaint you to the intricacies’..
You illuminate the simple joys..
I ask you to be bold to use your voice..
You tell me to listen to the heart..
As we walk hand in hand..
Under the starry sky..
I get wary by the anonymity of the darkness..
You are enamored by the fire flies..
I want you to take a defined direction..
You choose the path less taken..
As we walk hand in hand..
Beyond the horizons..
The more I discover me in you..
Your little charms keeps me spellbound..
My love for life gets renewed…
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