I, the many
a harlot's realm, betrothed
to the light, each door a seed
yet, eyes
ever glossed in overtones
of harmonic gaze
deep within her strings
and enter anew
in silence...
... raw
as one tree naked
we stand silenced by the dawn
shivering, alone in fear
snapping like branches
our minds weighted down in thought
as lives, like leaves spiral down
april 11 2020
pick a title sedoka contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
#2 infinitude
Milky Way blooms bright -
thought I'd rearrange the stars,
for the moon looks quite lonely ...
but that sea of suns -
that deep, dark, endless abyss ...
far too fine ... for earthly aims.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand No 730, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = 5, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
what the ancient groom
kens with exclamatory
bliss: his prismatic diamond.
profusion of light,
tintinnabulation of
melodic soulmates ~ the bride.
4/9/2020
Title chosen: Infinitude
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Billions and trillions
of galaxies – each shining
billions and trillions of stars
Who can count them all . . .
when they are only the ones
we see with the naked eye?
April 1, 2020
For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka - Poetry Contest
title chosen is #2: Infinitude
walking in the park
contemplating lonely life
the entire universe
the woods seem alive
filled with deeps mysteries
voices of the dead in the wind
3/24/2020 Sedoku poetry contest Edward Ibel sponsor
Tears of dismay in
A shroud that slowly withers
Absence overshadows while
Her life shatters. Love
Was stolen, a heart broken
As pursed lips sadly quiver
An infinitude
Of sorrow, death has stolen
Whilst the holy earth has claimed
A light refection
That believed and inspired, now
An infinity of light
3/23/2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka - Poetry Contest
5,7,7,5,7,7 Sedoka, Title chosen; 2. Infinitude
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Compassion* flowing
reaching-out to condemned hearts
purging filth of guilty souls…
midst mercy's current
marked by forgiveness-ripples
God's love shared forever glows.
*Psalm 145:8 The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
March 19, 2020
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/11/2020.
Like a spacious cloud
roving through infinite skies
my gentle soul wandering;
while body dissolves
into the five elements
abandoned by its owner.
Third Place in Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka - Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Honorable Mention in STRAND PICK A,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
immortal darkness
perpetual sublime space
stars blazing cosmic pixels,
full moon glimmers sand
sea and sky in synergy,
window to infinity.
17th March 2020
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 15 - Sedoka
My love infinite,
for a man gone up above-
endless, boundless, eternal.
I lay a red rose,
still dew wet from the garden-
lost in a sea of gray stones.
_________________________
March 14, 2020
Poetry/Sedoka/Infinitude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1236-408-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Pick-A-Title Vol. 15, Sedoka
sponsor, Edward Ibeh. Theme chosen #2 - Infinitude
First Place
The Infinitude of the Private Man
What fetters will chain the legs of man,
If the Creator himself so much liberty gave?
No prison can contain the ethereal soul of man
For his free-roaming self cuts across like a trave.
Which death will erase the footprints
Of the private man who does his wild share
And takes a rest behind his indelible shadowed self?
You may think he’s dead, but he’s always there.
The infinitude of the private man has no predator
Other than the artificial systems of a rehearsed society;
For if the tastes of the mortal kind were alone let to wander
The world wouldn’t be so full of the present non-working piety.
The infinitude of the private man has no known foe
Except the vain chase after the universal support;
If the chariots of independent thought were let to fly
The world would mingle with the heavens in a spurt.
So let the waves of the human mind follow their wild paths
And let all the ancient creeds be tested against the logical,
Accept all the mistakes that freedoms may occasionally commit ,
And see how the infinitude of the private man is practical.
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