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As I travel along this earthly path,
I am always with an angelic wing;
of a loved soul taken Heavens footpath,
to my soul I think they will ever cling;
flying to help when they sense any wrath.
I believe there are celestial beings,
who can fathom my deepest dark feelings;
I accept that they are never leaving !
But, sometimes my soul weeps too much for them,
so they seek Lord for an intervention;
and he blesses me with a day carp diem,
I feel his sacred holy protection;
and will 'til I repose in requiem.
you may not believe in the mystical,
you may think that my words are whimsical;
but, to believe seek the spiritual !
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May 10, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Angelic Beings
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-708-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Divine Intervention
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 05/20/2026
Third Place
Image of Nature Landscape Field provided by Pixabay
We Are
Oftentimes my internal oneness saunters,
boosting stones wouldst enthuse convictions path ...
dawdling tenuous themes, elucidate trim unsung paean
netted amongst privileged unencumbered digits. Cruising
amidst parallel Airy's, strolling side by side atop pristine pastoral
façade.
Nigh, svelte wheatfields chic hints of amber,
suffering praises of ripening, firm siege prime morsels chaff
*semovedly stacks hist steers -- equal episode,
e'er stable glass menagerie of fulvous goldfishes prithee dawns
root tendrils terracotta arms neath ... endless sea embargo some
cortex.
Surreptitious door mouse induced suspense,
hearkens mellifluous exaltation of cageless larks, their sumptuous climb of
blue mountainous air and rocky white mists, natheless,
hither aught alow met needs, tasty tidbits stead flights mortal foe
witherward naught. Ascents per food ... peradventure *yare, *maugre
fatal.
Each in every aspect, overcomers that came over, yardbirds exercising perseverance, respectively ... Creator tenet our peace.
*semovedly: separated
*yare: nimble
*maugre: in spite of
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
What Brings You Peace
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 23
My Heart Sighs for You
One glorious day you drifted this way
and life was ne'er going to be the same
It was early spring, hearing bluebirds sing
in fervent sun rays that’d burnished for days.
We walked along an enchanted pathway
where wild flowers grew in flamboyant hue
Creatures in their prime having an ace time
in gleeful display as we passed their way.
It became clear we'd become near and dear
our destiny, not a momentary
We sang filled with joy no one could destroy
dancing among sprites till the orb of night.
We sighed when stood on a bridge o'er a brook
reflections entranced as lustrous stars pranced
Phantoms of the night ascended in flight
they'd been awed as we become enamoured.
The magical scenes drifted off downstream
I woke feeling blue, you'd faded from view
Never never land’s where we fly off to
in sweet dreams I constantly dream of you.
It brings on a sigh and still makes me cry
when I memorise our last sad goodbye.
11th July 2021
What Makes You Sigh… Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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(((Fictional)))
Reaching towards the heavens
My soul in unbelievable pain
Try as I might I can't find peace
My being cries to hold you again
I can never forgive myself
Its my fault, I can't forget
It left a broken woman
A life meaningless I regret
I have no right to shed a tear
How you must hate me so
I should have left but didnt
I stayed, I did not know
Thought what more could he do
Thoughts that were mistaken
My heart cries for you always
In the end to leave me shaken
Now my arms are empty
My payment for my sin
This is my hell the ultimate
price never to hold you again
Destined to live without you
I pray and hope the angels,
tell you my love is true
So reaching towards heaven
How I miss and love you
Son how can I ask forgiveness
I comitted a mothers unthinkable sin
I was suppose to keep you from harm
There is no atonement for this sin
So forever reaching towards heaven
Hoping to hold you once again
My son
Treyvon Anthony
6/15/97 - 6/15/97
Memorial of a Loved One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date:12/5/2019
"There are things known and things
unknown and in between are the Doors."
Quote by Jim Morrison, Lead singer of the Doors
(American singer, songwriter and poet)
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Jim Morrison, lived a melancholy short life brilliant,
he left us suddenly and is still loved to this very day;
he was the lead vocalist for the rock band The Doors,
oh, they created magical music with amazing instrumentals.
And always, always the haunting beautiful voice of Jim Morrison . . .
He was only twenty-seven when taken and his father had inscribed,
on his headstone- True to his own Spirit- in Greek, how fitting;
still there is a constant shower of flowers at his grave site.
in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris France and visitors still gather round.
The life of a rock star is chaotic, mind-bending and outlandish,
and stressed- Jim left us with notebooks full of his poetic words;
and The Doors most beloved song ever- Riders On The Storm,
so beautifully haunting and soothing although truthfully dark.
Rest in peace, Jim Morrison, thrown into this world and,
taken from it way too soon . . . and missed forever.
John 14: 2 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
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April 23, 2019
Poetry/Elegy/Rider On The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-969-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Writer's On The Storm
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
A snowflake always spells unique in words
Frozen songs from heaven
Melting into the heart
Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart
Rolling out a carpet of divine purity
What better way to rest easy
Soft white footprints remain
In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty
Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks
This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake
A winter rose is born
Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms
26.12.2015
(unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet home was our most safe haven,
Only shelter when I was just a kid and minor.
Mom-Dad were there to bear each responsibility
Enjoyed with my siblings at every step of childhood
Simple pleasures, simple disputes awoke in our home.
Wonderful sharing of sister of my heart to take care.
Excited days settled at night with worry-less sound sleep
Events occurred in sorrow or gay, but to assure,
Top secret of entire peace lay in our sweet home.
Home Sweet Home is now my holy sacred heaven.
On love and care I have erected my home as ideal one.
Mind gets real relief in each distress, dismay and agony
Enchanted days settle at night in perfect profound peace.
02/01/16
'What Brings You Peace' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Perplexingly puzzling world,
Finds fault with things truly good;
Exalts evident evils,
Where sadness of madness turns gladness…!
Individualism wins,
While humanism stands in Queue;
Altruism alters always,
Feminism in female feticide...!
War seems ethics of the day,
Fight for rights; Fight for mere fights;
Lazy weapons needs testing,
Ukraine today; Russia tomorrow...!
No time for us to star-gaze,
Dreams turn frightening nightmares;
Nights turn days and vice versa,
Sleeplessness and somnambulism rule...!
05 March 2022
LIND30NR Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I’ve travelled back in time to meet with William Shakespeare
My research turned up something and it’s that that brought me here
He was meant to be so clever
And I need to find out whether
It’s true that he can even write if he is full of beer
I understand he wrote a sonnet standing on his head
And scrawled a limerick while he was falling out of bed
He’d write while he was pulling weeds
He’d write while he was sowing seeds
And even during cuddles with his wife, or so she said
My Time Machine took many years to build and then perfect
So I could check out facts too long ago to recollect
With thirty-eight plays; give or take
I’ll prove that Shakespeare was a fake
I think perhaps old Shakespeare led some kind of weirdo sect
So here I am in Shakespeare’s house, where Anne is baking cakes
He’s writing, judging by the sound a quill on paper makes
Anne said, “My Bill is writing now,
His quill makes that unholy row
I’ll ask him to come talk to you… as soon as he awakes.”
Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future
Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past
Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
This is how we are going to be
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen