Souvenirs
nostalgic
heirloom
memorabilia
archived
muniments
prospectus
paraphernalia
posters
sequestered
Benefaction blight
twinkling trinket
tinged trophy
hoisted
himalayan style
melancholy monument
meteoric miniscule
flyby
verdant vestiges
viral vanish
Mayfly
transient
miscellany
evanescent
detritus
fugacious
snippets
antiquarian
bricolage
hodgepodge
Testament atrophied
gossamer gaudy
gazumping
languid lodger’s
meretricious milestone
culminated
artefact assemblage
bowdlerised bijou
moribund reticule
abecedarian
Marcescent abstract
mileage mocker
synthetic switch
unplugging
nomadic nonpareil
reminiscence’s
ineffable
ephemeron
aphoristic
aleatory
Childlike innocence
turns stones into shiny stars
clouds into tall ships—
wonder walks barefoot through grass
where doubts, care not to follow.
Wet hands in beach sand
build castle kingdom ramparts
to defy the surf—
knowing that naivety
is a fugacious bulwark.
Morning eyes open
to greet the world, unarmoured—
as a child artist
who fears how they're growing up
will dispel their impishness.
At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
The quiescent oaks shiver in the cold
Their fugacious leaves blown away in the breeze
February will you bring me closer to spring bold
If anyway possible would you please
Now the susurration of winter's wind
So different from sighing of the pines
How I long for angular sun's warmth, my friend
For time in the sun, how I have pined
There's pale gray wool flung across the sky
A cold white shawl draped upon the lawn
Before the sun rises to warm by and by
When sun illuminates the crack of dawn
Chilled daffodils tender shoots peek through the earth
Seeking the sun's early light and warm touch
Once more to refresh the bulbs' life with mirth
Invite early insects to tickle its trumpet and such
Written: January 30, 2024
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"Except during the nascent stages of real humility, true love remains quiescent." By Poet
Fragmented Form: A rhyme form created by poetess: Constance La France
Calm and quiescent, yet restless and untamed,
I realize contentment in this particular instance.
Unruly and unbridled epiphany—feel unashamed,
Their routines are seamless of their existence.
Embedded in my core—words lie idle in my mind,
In an evanescent suffocation, downcast and confined.
Quiescent, craving liberty—eager to be divined,
Regrouping with family upon shelter and care.
Feeling fugacious, free to float forward and flare,
Words have become quiescent—in my dare.
My life has a secret vault in the back, framed,
A sanctum, I retreat to unveil glee in assistance.
My heart unlocks this hide—for who seek to find,
This closet has a door for all who wish to share.
Written: December 1st, 2023
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Colors waltz in a rainbow kaleidoscope
cynosure of sun sparks steel drum teams
Emerald elms embrace periwinkle sky
among fragrant spikes of purple lupines.
Monet and Van Gogh are arm-in-arm
spin a diaphanous color wheel off charts
starry night, yellow circumduct swirls
over white water lilies on mirror ponds.
Consider both humanity and nature
emollient color splits and multiplies
A flamenco actor will kick and clap
Hot crimson ethereal feeling whirling flies.
Gold and yellow dance to evocative music
downpour is brought on by charcoal gray
rain and brightness dance across earth
awaking felicity from fugacious winter sleep.
Akin to a roulette ball of a gossamer color
gambling my emotional imbrication away
winning when the ball stops in blue
dancing sea and sky arouse my day.
As quickly as it came, oops, now it's gone
You had it for a second but you couldn't hold on
But how could you hold on when it's fleeting?
Not many are learning but Aquarius is teaching
Got 'em
Smiling after a nice hit of dopamine to the dome
Heart emojis and likes galore on the phone
But what about a good old-fashioned warm embrace?
Social distance widening while authenticity has been displaced
Got 'em
Like Pookie, "It just keeps callin' me and callin' me", I can hear people say
Hungering eyes and jittery fingers anticipate another hit to come their way
In the pocket or pocketbook
That itch, that thirst that can't be shook
The good old hands keep turning on the clock
Meanwhile, craving and anticipating another Tic Tok
Got 'eeeemmmm!
Ballads and candles of lyrical light
in stemmed yearning
breezes of ethereal pearl
shimmering translucence
in a velvety damask
A celestial serenade ~
glittering gold, a halo of airy haze
An ostentatious cynosure, a wispy elixir
Calcite talismans and ethereal melody.
The cosmos is in harmony
zingy zest blasts in sapphirelike gaze
A flow dashed over the scary abyss.
an emollient erstwhile fugacious lyric
In the space between two seconds
a fugacious presence is revealed,
having escaped from the eternal
often comes to prove me wrong.
Simple things can be sublime.
Even the garbage may host a flower
in a fugacious moment!
Gloaming hast come to greet min once again
Thy scent must have faded in my mem’ry
Longin’ for the old days cloying-cold pain
A stolen gaze of serendipity
That one selcouth-soothing scent in my life
Wend extensively depth in my lone soul
Thy countenance set mine heart to ignite
This fate converged the dawn and eventide
Fugacious affection, short-lived romance
Eulogized the inscribed poems of the stars
But tree had to lose grip on foliage hand
To fall and kiss the ground and tree bear scar
The zephyr’s love turned to sourly-sweet breeze
Only thy morning dew scent sends me peace.
Here I stand before creation,
a fleeting flower fragile against the elements…
Intoxicating is my beauty in strength,
for I am a transient in time a floral fugitive…
Demanding devotion and moisture,
a fugacious flaunting fragrance…
Look upon me in brevity,
for my bashful beauty will not last the dawn…
I only exist for your perennial pleasure,
and decay in nature’s nefarious night…
A blossoming burgeon amongst,
the melodic meadows pullulating with pride…
I am the catalyst between lovers,
whose exotic expressions manipulate the amorous air…
The pomposity perfume of the goddesses,
enamoring the euphoric climax.
July.08.2020
The Flower, The Thorn Or Both Poetry
Sponsored by~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 6'th...Thank You
far and away you will find-
my favorite poet I have written in
an odd free verse it is
the style of eecummings
that brings me happiness
love the flow and no capitalization
and no need for punctuation
the gaps to create pauses
the crunched words
the madeupwords so silly and words
like fugacious and labyrinthine
so come take a ride
on my- diaphanous gossamerfilmyclouds
of sumptuous
to where the blue birds sing
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March 25, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/far and away
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-888-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the Strand Choice Q Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty
that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day
for when the gossamer web of amorance
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.
‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora
thus, let us savour this
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
I left the shadow
my selfish way
and shined
even knowing
that i wasn't
the sun...
I lit
I set fire
I warmed
the cold of the people
I calmed down
and then enjoyed
people's fire in turn...
After all
I searched the night
again
knowing
that I have now some
lumen of
light...
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