The Bells Ring Aloud in Hell
The tolling of the bells in hell
Rang out for common folk.
There was a heavy price to pay
For every word they spoke.
They barked commands at the Gatekeeper
Until he turned his head;
They never knew that all their lives
By shadows they were led.
They didn’t know how to obey,
To humble or behave.
They played at being kings and queens
While walking to the grave.
With hearts devoid of empathy,
They reached the final swell
And there they’ll stay, beneath the gate,
The hollow toll of hell.
E-ntrance
D-oors
N-ormally
A-llow
E-very
S-ick
P-erson,
A-s
R-ooms
A-re
G-ood
O-bviously
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Edna C. Esparago)
She holds a set of dangling golden keys,
In front of a massive silvery gate.
Knowing the prize I ask to enter please,
But she shakes her head which denotes my fate.
I take out magical potion to trade,
But no interest as she agitates.
I have no army to perform a raid,
So I am thinking I will come back late.
"I can read your mind", she awkwardly smiles,
Though my destiny is beyond her reach...
That is, if I can walk a hundred miles,
To enter from the unprotected beach.
Then to surprise she quickly chages her mind,
With her and the dragon that I may dine!
3-September-2021
A world beyond,
imagination is possible;
using transcendental thinking prolonged,
with deep meditation- not impossible.
Close your eyes- reflect on the silence around you,
let go of inner thoughts and float deeper into the view;
go spirit walking towards a breakthrough,
and float away with fluffy clouds and azure blue.
Go deep, deeper,
and in your trance state all can be;
let fear go and go beyond the gatekeeper,
to climb a wild tangled ancient tree.
See a beautiful nirvana world of sea and green,
you can stay or float away to another scene;
the places you can go are fathomless and serene,
but do not stay too long in this state of in-between.
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February 17, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Beyond the Gatekeeper
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1330-231-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Imagine a
Freedom Beyond Imagination
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Judged 02/25/2021
Delivered from the bowels of the ancient tombs of Pharaohs forgotten
The steampunked chest plated falcon loving gatekeeper approached
We were fearful of his neon green glance and psychedelic war paint.
He was not your typical partygoer. It did not take a genius to see this.
Dragon like feelers in a moon pattern were part of his body’s armor.
Intimidated, we stopped dancing and started to look for exits.
An evil eye neck plate with falcon-like attitude stopped us in our tracks.
Where is Gyemaster? He asked. Voice compelled us to stay in place.
We obediently allowed him to scan us with is eyes, one by one.
Satisfied, he moved to an eager young giggling female freshman.
She stopped moving, was dead silent now; her face glowed orange.
You know him don’t you? He asked her in a hologram way.
She nodded and he led her from the party as you would lead a donkey.
If this had been any other guy, we would have resumed dancing.
Instead we wandered off to our houses to cower and hide.
Frightened by a falcon loving gatekeeper from beyond the future.
shade tree... shadowy
absorbing every whisper...
~ keeping her secrets
Gatekeeper
The gatekeeper whose
golden house’s roof reflects
off the sun at noon
A torch or a lighthouse for
The fearless midnight watchman
Marckincia Jean
Tanka
10/16/19
A faraway coast
The coldest of wars
A frontline post
Flying machines with whirly blades
and painted on red stars
search in vain for a ghost
Tension was high
In the waters off Kamchatka Krai
Gatekeeper may be,
To help and counsel others,
Who really need it.
Jim Horn
Every voice needs an ear
for it to be free
Every writer, a reader,
or the words cease to be
In my case I’ve been lucky
though she came to me late
For my dearest sweet Laura
—the key to my gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
‘To My Dear Friend Laura’
a roar a purr
i am the gatekeeper
of my heart
of what goes in
and what comes out
a big overgrown lion
i roar mostly i purr
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
You hold the flame that tamed my heart
That came to me in the light of the dark
On fire from the very start
Life itself could not pry our love apart
Meeting in the middle like a dancing fiddle
That sings out like a weeping willow
That reflects from the glisten
Out of the corner of your eyes
Have I ever felt a love that testifies
No matter how hard I try
Finding the kind of love that you supply
That makes your heart touch the sky
A love that makes all life's special moments magnify
Like the sun dances off the morning dew
Through and through I will always love you
The woman who holds the key to my heart
From the moment we met you ignited amazing sparkes
Touching my soul as our love unfolds
That makes my life so fancy and new
Making all my dreams come true
Oh gatekeeper of my heart
How I loved you right from the very start
Let us never tear our love apart
Or take it for granted
Because of the kind of love we planted
Is forever enchanted in our hearts
Where we keep all the amazing starts
On Boondoggle street
thrives a magic store
anyone who enters disappears
except the old dear
who minds the counter
who never enters or leaves
whose eyes are sharp as twin tacks.
twas the night,
forsaken to see,
another angel,
calls to he.
He who walks,
through desolate skies,
teaching young angels,
how to fly.
Blowing the wind,
beneath their wings,
keeping them aloft,
for everyone to see.
This is the man,
who controls all fate,
the one who lets,
people through his gates.
I am the keeper,
Who and what gets in
Is my responsibility.
Tides of new thought arrive,
Containers for spreading despair,
As I work the stars are always
Majestic up there.
Restless on a square of
bedrock memories,
Sparks of anxiety
Set off fires, useful for
Recipe cooking and
Reference checking.
Pure colors dilute into
Black and white tapestries
Of guilt and self doubt,
Like weather fronts,
Coming in and going out.
Vast, ambiguous weight
Sways in my aching heart,
The latch and sagging hinges
Need repair, so much use,
Like my hands and feet, me..
The gatekeeper.
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