A celebration of heroes and heroines, dead and living.
They sold their lives
For the price of nothing
And surrendered their entire being
- Spirit:
They pleaded with God
For His intervention
In alleviating man's troubles
They wrestled with forces
That caused people to err
- Soul:
They showed their love
And donated their hearts
They cried for those in anguish
And danced with the lame
They taught the ignorant
And gave them the confidence
Of the learned
- Bodies:
Hands that caressed
Palms that gave alms
Smiles that uplifted
Legs that led
Mouths that spoke up
Tongues that revealed truth
And words that made whole
You decided to be different
And sacrificed yourselves
Your footprints are seen across the sands of time
Your works speak for you
Your stories will always be told
The marks you left will forever tell it
Categories:
left(a), 7th grade, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
A silk top I asked Santa Claus for!
How did Mr. Claus handle that chore?
On that beautiful silk
I found stains from spilled milk.
Milk and cookies for Santa? No MORE!
Nov. 17, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Categories:
left(a), christmas,
Form: Limerick
The two brothers had stayed up late
Hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa
Maybe they had hoped to get his photo.
Santa slipped their phone off the chair
He took a quick selfie and laid it back down.
They would no doubt be delighted in the morning
Categories:
left(a), 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
Here I come
Catch me if I stumble
Embrace my originality
Fall deeply in love with my soul
Never stop holding me
I have come
To a place of safety
Secured in your arms
Tucked in, in your heart
I am yours forever
Here I come
Capture my love for you
Indulge my inner senses
Honour my endless dreams
Never give up on me
Categories:
left(a), appreciation, blessing, change, confidence,
Form: Free verse
the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . .
though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget
for your death left a scar on the map of my soul
dad- my heart swells with a sea of tears
when I come to visit you in this place of cold stones
the clouds sail happy across the sky
but my heart is held by a chain of lead
you were the kind a man who lived each day
loving nature and teaching this girl everything
I can still see us meandering a winding trail
and how we loved to feed the ducks on the pond
the sweet memories last amid the dregs of sorrow
my life is weather stained and ravaged
since that sad day . . .
I have fallen to my knees asking why
why, why, why, why, why, why -
until my last breath dad, you are in my heart
oh, I held you in death and did not want to let go
of your cold hand . . . . holding it to my cheek
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June 29, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/death left a scar
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-974-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In Loving Memory
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
Categories:
left(a), grief, memory,
Form: Free verse
There are lots to observe, and there are lots to explore
A pen visiting a white paper, to meet and greet for more.
I never could look back for a moment I love, but, I did treasure
No queries will justify the answer, no specific way to measure.
We used to color those cut ladies' fingers and then stamp those on our papers.
We used to make paper fans, the strongest in little mind’s rhyme and meters.
Long, scorching hot and dry days are passing now, a theme misunderstood
Then, at last, the rain, as mysterious tapping sounds on those leaves intrude.
I could remember a vivid image of those lost days of sheer joy and laughter
I will never regret it, though, for the time left a stroke of the brush,much softer.
Categories:
left(a), nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
I was talking to this middle-aged man this morning. I'd say he was probably in his upper fifties or so. He wore a grayish-white beard and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his tired looking face. His glasses were filthy and they sat half crooked on his nose. His hair stood straight up and pointed in every direction you could imagine. I was a little harsh on the somewhat old-timer. I told him to clean his damn glasses because they were so darn dirty that I was surprised that he could even see me. Then, I told him to get his act together fast. The man must have been humiliated I'm sure, because he never said a single word back to me, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to tell me some harsh words, I just laughed at him. Then, I did what I had to do. What is it "you ask" Well, I did what I do every other morning. I stopped brushing my teeth and I stopped looking in the mirror and I got my tired butt ready for work.
Categories:
left(a), humorous,
Form: Narrative
My means are small
My dreams are big
My life is poor
My soul is rich
Fantasies are better left a lie
Fantasies are better left a lie
This world is gray
Love is a loser's game
Why should I play
and just get more of the same... pain
Fantasies are better left a lie
Fantasies are better left a lie
I loved and loved
I poured and poured
I bled and bled
I pour my love inside a girl filled with holes
she couldn't hold
I poured my love inside her hands
It slipped through like grains of sand
she couldn't hold
I bled and bled
I poured and poured
I loved and lost
Fantasies are better left a lie
Fantasies are better left a lie
*Sometimes we are disappointed when we chase our dreams and it wasn't what we thought it would be. This is about leaving it a dream/lie to stay happy and hopeful.
Categories:
left(a), depression, love,
Form: Lyric
You lost your home, you can stay with me
It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he
Don't leave your unmentionables lying around
My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound
I must address this one thing
I noticed in my bath tub you left a dirt ring
Judging by the odor, I believe a dumpster was your last home
Here, take one of mine, it's obvious you don't own a comb
I will have to shorten your stay due to the smell
You say you bathe once every 10 days, I can surely tell
I thought when you finally bathed, there would be birds that sing
It all went south, when you left that filthy bath tub ring
Get out and don't come back, the odor is too much
You are not the one I would not call in the clutch
You are the definition of what trailer trash is
I gave you blunt hints, this is no quiz
You have nothing I want, there is no bling bling
The tub now has to be replaced, I can't remove the dirt ring
Categories:
left(a), funny, people,
Form: ABC