is the private chaos
that no one shares
or can translate.
The confusing question
is too difficult
to articulate
in little, shallow pools
of words or
trying for meaning.
Resounding
windchimes
don't just sway
without
sound,
or hope
of being heard.
They should be noticed
dangling
on the left end
of an uncared for
garden shed.
Walking into the woods
barefoot
in my backyard
on a Friday night
and sensing movement
in wings and song
is company enough
to fulfill one
of the cavities
other than those in teeth.
Something unarticulated
fills the indentation
and the hollows
of a rickety body
I call my own.
Lay siege to my vulnerability,
D i s a r m my chastity,
Indent my innocence
with your capability,
Pierce my supple skin and.......
drink my bittersweet
vermilion essence
Find my hand dreaming in this blaze of consolidation
Lighten your lift from out our tell-tale indentation
Brush off the beach in trickles that echoes still our play
above where my knees have offered themselves to pray
Under swaying shadows rustle out breezes cast from azure pools
Where white peaks slip into sprays spilling seas mirrored in jewels
Find sun drenched lips longing to be lapped free of the saline mist
Press them gently, offer what's left to us, be my Girl Friday kissed
Feel the naked surf pound, then tempt, crash back into zestful shove
Rush with me to join in being swept out, carried away, leapt above
Glow in emulation for this day that throws you around as your guide
Dive to where sand dollars hide their riches to find me deep inside
words
emerge organically
as blossom
from
inspiration
&
embrace
a
natural
placement
to
visually
evolve
into
verse
in
a harmonious
dance
twixt content
& form
unfurling
as a flower
in the sun
on
the emotional landscape
of symbiotic
thought
becoming
a
rich tapestry
perceivable
wordplay
indentation
spacing &
line break
woven cadences
of expressive
effect
POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE
Come read and let my voice
take you along a
syntactical line
Better yet
if well met
listen, make
this a unique
‘as is moment’
‘twixt you & I
Line indentation
underlines the parallels
of my verse
The shape
my syllabic disposition,
the stanza
my unit of sense
in ‘sentence sounds’
surrounds
We all collect something
it is natural to collect
the greater one's purse
the more varied and
abundant his verse. So~
even divine poets literally
not immune
a puddle, a shallow indentation
gathers
a sea, a basin of immense fill
greater renown – we all collect something
drips and drops, torrents of collecting!
Everywhere bloating affections abound –
stamps, vehicles, baubles of glitter~lightning
to wear and flash around
God and the Devil
competing for souls
everything collects something
even collections seeming magnets
for thieves
and dust
pitting and rust
polishing of sorts
affixed to all our lust
we all collect
stuffing our hearts full
until finite hearts bust
the final verse
a new universe
free from collection
my hope
Be as you wish to seem. By Socrates
I stood in a ditch, shrouded by darkness
I felt void as if the universe was falling apart
The wind moved silently through tree emptiness
Was it a hell that varied according to a sin chart?
There was utterly no vitality in the twilight
My restless soul vanished into stimulating sight
I prayed nonstop for meekness and delight.
What is my wish—a shooting star just for me?
I wish for world peace and a wagerer world spree
and that the kids of earth will not be hungry.
The sight of a single light gave me hopefulness
The sky was bathed in the light of magic heart
Then I gazed in awe as the moon rose bright
My kids, you are the stars that cure timeless glee.
Written: April 24, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
A POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE
Come read and let my voice
take you along a
syntactical line
Better yet
if well met
listen, make
this a unique
‘as is moment’
‘twixt you & I
Line indentation
underlines the parallels
of my verse
The shape
my syllabic disposition,
the stanza
my unit of sense
in ‘sentence sounds’
surrounds
Dahlias and daffodils dazzle as ice darts from the cold.
Dram is kaleidoscopic as moods and thoughts collide.
A rosy sun casts hues on the sky, mixing azure and gold.
Scarlet engulfs the star as a veil that swirl and hide.
The moon, garbed in a golden gown, glides in a gray sky.
Mars and Venus soar and gems and rubies adorn high.
Behind the flashing lights of a dragonfly, clouds sway.
Dawn paints skies with crimson, fuchsia, and blue.
The sun rises as aqueous gold, kindling its vivid hue.
When a fresh day dawns in the pearl flakes of dew.
A hazy horizon wanes in an abyss of gloom to unfold.
Velvet cobwebs contrast, glimmer in a silver snide.
Enhance the appeal of a green park where kids play.
On a buoyant beach where the breeze barely blew.
Written: March 09, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Understanding ourselves is a wonderful truth.
A jagged mirror posited a torn clueless identity.
Pals left me as a yore youth with a magic tooth.
I feed my fears till they fade, leaving me futility.
The stud concept is flawed—for screaming loud.
In retrospect, this location reveals a lot of sounds.
The ego is beyond what shows in a mirror shroud.
Such strangling shadows in the quagmire of love
I am still alive—such a steam vapor from above.
From mockery and uproar to the rising shove
Is life joy— or only a shipwreck with no smooth?
If the wind is right, just sail toward serenity.
A blameless man rose up among the crowd,
Ego and soul fit each other as hands in glove.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 28, 2023
Writing Challenge - I Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
All the pain and sadness are gone in heaven.
No frail can still be willed to the realm of god.
Death and old age are gone, and dead are forgiven.
With no strain or strife, it's a cheerful life pod.
Spirit may spread its wings to avoid perversity.
Heaven is a haven of perfect peace and harmony.
God, angels, and hosts are with us for eternity.
It reaps its royal grace, shines as sky's prowess,
My pleasant, dainty, fancy scarves were endless.
Hearts are keen on a super thrilling tenseless.
In a way, both emotion and spirit were driven.
I kissed the scented sanctum as my feet trod.
Love with awe and pass on the prayer to posterity,
Glory nirvana would be apt for a goddess.
Written: February 25, 2023
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
This wreath is in your eidetic memory, yet you should live.
Can you receive my lament, which is almost to happen?
There is no garland as I plummet, rattled by the sieve.
Died with you, can't revive, as you lie on plush and satin.
Earth collapses beneath its weight—why was it to be that way?
The words reflect that living beings are welcome today.
To read the stones, the lost will return home shortly to stay.
The shade of gloom fosters a dark and virtuous decease.
Stashed spaceship shrines to scold scintillating stars in peace.
Among the outworn headstones, the moss knows the lease.
There's a hushed quiescence here; no birds to chirp up or hive.
The wind moans, the agony is veiled, and the heart blackens.
Trusting that I would rest here, bereft of any rich ray.
Leaving behind all my acrid-gained assets through a name cease.
Written: February 25, 2023
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
I can't soar as of my plight, all is sorrow.
If you're late on doom day, you may miss the gate.
I need a key to join, but fiend doth borrow.
At the swish, angels freed me and sealed my fate.
As the sun sets, the waves recede with moon's tide.
My doom is set, felt a chasm I cannot ride.
Shift to dust when I'll stand in dull land abide.
Oft stroke like I'm dying in a boundless sea.
Beguiled outbursts keep me gasping on my knees.
I sucked for air to clear my chest and be free.
Life has an odd way to teach, for tomorrow
As passion hides, it hurts the heart—should I wait?
Intrusive thoughts manifest when healing hides.
Endless schism with past and sense is a doomed key.
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
1st place contest winner
Written: February 14, 2023
Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Given that we nurture ego with thought,
what if we shift to heart,
free from fears lower mind begot,
for a fresh start?
Thoughts of ‘I, me, mine’ rested, who we are,
shines forth as love and light.
Since we’ve drifted afar
our heart’s contrite.
There is no judgment for we are God’s child,
who wishes to return
and having renounced cravings wild,
choose now to learn.
22-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef etc.
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Format: left aligned; Indentation - 0,10,6,20 spaces for each stanza
“All that is, is a splash in the ocean ~
Why for then needless thought flow commotion”
~ quote by poet
Seeking God's love and light, heart's yen for zen,
cajoles us to listen
to soul's whispers before we pen,
words that glisten.
Dropping narrow thought, we’re in prayer mode,
as ego fades away
and love beats in our heart's abode,
throb every day.
In an aspect of embrace and release,
intuitive recall
empowers mind that flows with ease,
in a bliss squall.
20-Dec-2022
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Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Indentation: 0, 10, 6, 20 spaces
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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