Art galleries are to me ...
a) like coming home as it always feels right
b) it is a place to let go of all tension
c) it inspires my mind in so many positive ways
d) and makes my mind wander to beautiful places
e) all of the above
Art galleries bring out my creativity ...
a) by viewing art I am left in awe
b) they provide me with a window into the past
c) I analyse the skill, brushstrokes and colors used by the artists
d) and I contemplate the scenes, mood and even the frames
e) all of the above
Art galleries give me great knowledge ...
a) I learn about artist from the past and the new artists of now
b) I develop by taking tours and learning the histories of the art
c) and I take advantage of special exhibits and workshops offered
d) and the daily lectures are very informative
e) all of the above
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February 09, 2023
Poetry/List/The Art Gallery Test
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1524-255-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La Franc
Written for the Standard contest, Multiple Choice
sponsor, Suzanne Delaney, Judged 03/07/2023
Second Place
When feeling sadness- I seek art,
the strokes of masters bring me peace;
the colors soothe my bleeding heart,
my soul touched by each masterpiece.
I wander hours;
among flowers !
In the art I need- to be part,
and my delight will never cease;
fancy that I never depart,
for great artwork gives me release.
Art pieces cry;
step in they sigh !
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June 02, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Posie/Lost In Art
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1461-264-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La Franc
Written for the Premier contest, Posie
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 06/30/2022
Second Place
I watch with interest
as crows glide over a wheat field.
Such a fine sight under simmering sun.
Smiling at the occasional poppy
blazing red, such a contrast.
There is not one cornflower this year,
cannot help wondering why?
If I could edge closer,
would I spot a butterfly?
Last year they were absent,
another extinction event looming.
Momentarily distracted by screeching crows'
my questions go unanswered.
Instead savouring this moment
before threshers begin their work.
Repetitive cycle of life so precious,
not to be taken for granted.
How we would miss our ovens
filled with aroma of freshly baked bread.
Pixabay image by Franc-Comtois
Work with alot of money,
Keep someone to become busy,
Sand someone to become crazy.
It needs time and harry,
Stolen when not be carefully,
No time for the family.
Why don't you be Franc?
Went home at fourteen thirty?
Although teaching is not easy.
Sophie Arp a multi-talented Swiss miss
won over her famous husband Hans,with a kiss
equally famous,now it may be said
for on fifty-franc note appears her sweet lips &head*
* the only Swiss woman to have been so honoured with such a glass-ceiling moment
My spirit steadfast
as Swiss Franc in many stores
Foreign currency
"Life seems to be a never-ending series of survivals, doesn't it?"
_Carroll Baker, B 1931, Actress and Writer
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My life seems to be like pages in a book,
when I finish one chapter another begins,
sadly, not each chapter has a happy ending,
but some parts are quite happy and also funny,
I was a goofy kid, I recall my grandpa would laugh,
at my red wagon used to collect my forest treasures,
well, he was the one that made it for me for that purpose,
and I recall sitting in dad's workshop on his bench helping him,
well, not exactly helping but asking him a zillion little girl questions,
but he did not mind and would kiss me on the head and smile laughing,
see, its not all bad, there is a lot of happiness woven into the deep sadness,
it all depends on what pages- I choose to recall from the chapters of my life.
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June 13, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Chapters of Life
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1260-135-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La Franc
Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian's Select F
sponsor ,Brian Strand
Third Place
OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
SESTET:
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
All countries that begin with the letter "F" even if U need to teach us to be FAIR
Bless little Fiji, so steeped in tourism & history (sugar slavery) now at peace
Formosa, now called Taiwan, but so many islands, I cannot list them all
In heart of Europe, Franc, once like UK a great colonizer, forgive France ...
We forgive tourists & others as we're forgiven! CORONA time when unity begins
Glorious is the path that I am walking
restraining myself is something I seldom do
every single day I make it grand
and escape into poetry or sketching or painting, or
taking photographs in nature_
Excellent I think is my view on life, I
slip and slide through each day happy
confining myself to silence because I want to
and time ticks slowly by so beautifully, as I
put words to paper and paint on canvas
escaping into my sublime peaceful world_
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May 1, 2020
Poetry/Verse/My Escape
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1247-984-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La Franc
Submitted to STRAND no 740
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
They argued about the ruble, the kyat, the gold cordoba too
More conversation about lira, Swiss franc, and Moldova Leu.
Discussion soon turned to the rupee, new peso and Brazilian real,
Money talk ceased as they lined up for their evening meal.
The War Poets
The First World War wasn`t a world war but
a war of dominance in Europe chiefly by the Franc, British and Germany.
World War 2 included most country it was a nasty war
millions of people died, but strangely this war is partly forgotten.
It changed the map and brought forward Israel, which became a torn
for lasting peace in the Middle East.
But the war brought us great American writers like Theodore Dreiser,
Ezra Pound (poet)Ernst Hemingway and many others great writers.
The savagery of that world didn`t include so many poets as
the dispute in Europe also called a world war did,
the reason we remember it so well is thanks to Wilfred Owens and
his intimate friend Frederic Sassoon who ploughed deep furrows
in our mind and did away with flowering poetry, gritty realism
was and still is what poets should strive for.
WAKE UP CALL
Wake up Congolese, wake up
It is morning, the sun arises from the east
Open your eyes and wake up.
I am Kongolo Congo, born near the River Congo
Grew up in Congo Uvira, using the Congo franc
Now I am a Refugee in South Africa.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Yesterday Congo was the private garden of the Belgium King,
It became the province of Belgium;
It became the land of Congolese.
Today it seems as the plantation of a Congolese leader with his overseers.
Think of the future faithful leaders, oh! Congolese.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Congo is very rich than Belgium but Congolese are too poor
Congo is the ground of the wars because of spurious politic
Congo is belatedly because of the hypocrite and selfish leaders
Congolese starve to death while walking on the golds, diamonds, and cobalt.
Congolese die poor while sailing on the gas and petrol.
Wake up Congolese, wake up
Congo is the middle and motor of Africa
African leaders do you focus on Congo
Congo made Belgium beautiful place
Congo can make New Africa City than New York City
Congo is like the heart of hearts.
Trump
A week is a long time in politics it also a long time in an old man`s life
who knows it can end when he sleeps; I say that and think of suicide
watching the entertainment on Portuguese TV the utter banalities makes me
shake uncontrolled fall to the floor until she switches off the telly.
Ok I admit to being over the top, she have been away for a week with
TV off most of the time except when watching the news on Franc 24 and
counting their lies and the omissions I take a grim pleasure watching
the new reader speaking his lines not listening to what he is saying like
a human robot and now we have got Trump he is theatrical ok mind,
he only do one-dimensional figure and is unable to be someone else
as his ego is big as Mount Everest like it or not he is the best president ever.
Democrats are stunned they are used to the hypocrisy of politicians it
has become a norm …and now this vulgarian is in power, tells his truth
as he sees it some agree, he promised the working class people
EMPLOYMENT.
For the time being, we believe, the day will come when the smug liberals
string him up below the statue of Abe Lincoln
The Entrepreneur
I`m thinking of the man who was clearing land
He wanted to grow cabbage, a good idea especially
Since farmers get subsidies from EU for planting orange trees
The country drowning in orange twice a year
There many stones on the ground here and looks like
The extracted teeth of giants, so the man decided
To construct a pyramid for the untrained eye the mound
Of stones look like a heap of rocks, and it has also become
A Paradise for rabbits
The cabbages his soil produced were pathetic, so he gave
It up, he didn`t have the long view as a farmer needs.
He went to Franc instead and worked on a winery there.
He saved his money and began driving a Taxi I Paris but
Lost his licence for drinking wine on the job
we were adopted on the same morning
my father loved us, a love adoring
my brothers shared a gene name, Cabernet
sisters noble parents based on hearsay
my dad built a strong house of fine French oak
we stayed there for months until the walls spoke
Sauvignon muscular and the strongest
Franc dark and lean and can stay the longest
Merlot is too shy and soft as satin
me, Petit Verdot, was told to fatten
we left that house for a place very small
this was a time of character for all
life a blend of love and time but real
dad says it’s a Bordeaux surreal appeal
-updated July 2016-
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