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Like an eagle* with flying quest
I need God’s grace to the fullest;
Through His might mounting me up high…
Now my wings can soar in the sky.
Midst adversities’ attack-blow
Crashing me helplessly below;
The Lord lifts me, smiting grief’s sigh…
Hearing my sincere prayer-cry.
Driven toward glorious worship
Propped by the Savior’s leadership
Never will His plan I defy…
Learning truths, hopeful beyond "why."
In my ascent for service-height
I’m engulfed with joyous delight;
As my spirit to Christ draws nigh...
Thankful that in peace I can fly.
*Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
July 15, 2019
Soaring in the Sky Entry: Edited on April 29, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK J,ANY THEME,ANY FORM" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/1/2020.
He was a stray cat who suddenly one day appeared,
and for this old cats safety within days- I feared;
when I tried to touch his fur he hissed and growled,
but, when I was inside he meowed and howled.
So, I decided to save him from living on the street danger,
and hoped this old cat would trust this stranger;
I named him Grumpy Cat because, well he was,
in no time- on my heart he left impressions of his paws.
The unconditional love we soon shared was amazing,
often, I would find his golden eyes into my eyes gazing;
I gave him baths and after- I held for a long time to my heart,
and his rusty purr rumbled and into my life he was part.
For twelve years it was pure bliss- until his sudden death;
when he left footprints within my soul in his last breath.
Added after contest finalized-
Written April 29, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/In My Heart and Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1350-406-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, "Footprints"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire, Judged 05/03/2021
Second Place
In the invisible flare of the insane times
When all the bridges we built are burning
I wish to walk the remnant miles
Across the Rubicorn of doomsday fear
To the untamed wild country of yonder
Into the transmuted tranquility of the thicket
Where from the facet of the canopy crown
The sunset shimmer slips through the foliage
Filling the forest floor with mystic maze
Where I’ll let my shadow repose on quietude.
In the onyx waters of the emerald laced lake
The cadence of the pine-scented breeze
Designs the lattice of the rhapsodic ripples
Glistening entranced in the flashes of firefly light
Flickers entwined with filament of moonbeam
Kindling lucent lines of lamps in the dark alley
Where I’m toiling all the time in my journey
To find me for I’ve lost my way down the pathway
Searching for the serenity of sublime wilderness
Where I’ll let my sated soul reside in bliss.
April 10, 2020
Contest : Wild
Sponsor : Anthony Slausin
April 29, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick H, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
April 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse –1Chronicles 4:10 And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me, and that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me! And God granted him that which he requested.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GRANTS US
THAT WHICH WE REQUEST
1Chronicles 1:1, 41-50 Praise be to God for granting us that which we request
as we acknowledge HIM Who reigns above Adam and all creation with His:
Perfect plan
Prevailing presence
Powerful providence
Prosperous provisions
Purposeful performance
1Chronicles 2:3 Praise be to the Lord Who warns us not to do
evil in His sight; but to obey Him Who:
Pardons our confessed sins
Prods us toward consecrated service
Pacifies us with His comforting Scriptures
Presents to us His cleansing for our sanctification
Props us by His compassion along our settled salvation
1Chronicles 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour for His power enabling
our born again experience that is:
Preached in His Word boldly
Proclaimed as His will with bravery
Proven through His way according to the Bible
Pointed by His work along His blessings’ bounty
Prompted upon His wise building-up that breaks boastfulness
1Chronicles 4:10 Praise be to the Almighty
for keeping us from evil with His:
Peace of forgiveness
Perfection against our flaws
Promotion due to prayer of faith
Protection against persecutions of foes
Program toward our favourable faithfulness. Amen!
April 29, 2024
NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE
Imagine open heart surgery,
imagine no blood used.
Triple bypass, just beginning,
blood later … still refused.
Previous surgeries had several,
but this one was near death.
One day ok, then shocking news,
that took away … my breath.
Doctor, ok’d no blood surgery,
came through as Doc did plan.
Just out of intensive care, ask,
“Why, black grains … in bedpan?
Internal bleeding from ulcers,
wow, surprise must survive.
Six weeks rehab, then ambulance
called ... cause felt half alive!
Had pneumonia, multi blood clots,
not in one lung, but two!
As if this wasn’t enough, next
soon feel pain … never knew.
The most barbaric procedure,
knife stabbed side, tube inserted.
No time to numb, knife’s entry site,
stabbing … felt so perverted.
October entered hospital,
December, finally home.
Months recovering, through all this,
God never left me ... alone.
That year, flew to San Antonio
for art classes, did pack.
At airport to return, had heart
and gall-bladder … attack.
Hospital was a no-blood site,
two surgeries all alone.
Survived near-death experiences,
now well … “quarantined at home!”
April 29, 2024 copyright
All rights reserved
Contest: NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I cannot say how poems come to be-
from just one thought to full reality.
I cannot say how I hunt down my words
to image themes like nature, flowers, birds.
Or then select a form to fit the theme;
be it free verse, haiku, or rhyming scheme.
Or count the syllables for metered flow;
select the feet of two or more to show
a rhythm, smooth or anapestic dance
to make the words behave or wildly prance.
Or think I'm done, but then see that I'm not;
to then rewrite and add what I forgot.
From just one thought to full reality-
I cannot say how poems come to be.
April 29, 2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyming Couplets
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 05/25/2021
~9th Place~
Contest: Preterition
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 05/17/2016
Preterition is a poetic technique: drawing attention to
something by claiming to omit it, but then really defining it
by actually saying what you claim you cannot say.
Form: Couplet / Iambic Pentameter
Something Old
April 29, 2016
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
there, under a blazing azure sky above,
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.
There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
there, below the Ottawa River thunders,
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.
There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
Something New
October 6, 2021
"They called it home, now the People watch it being destroyed,
once, they owned all the wilderness and in the mighty wind,
a lone feather twirls and swirls as if dancing ..."
the quivering feather is the only sound
where in my dream I am one with my People
and eagles flying above symbolize our spirit and strength
as they glide in a cloudless sky canopy
the vast land of Canada stretches to the horizon
and below the rocky cliffs the Ottawa River thunders
as feathers in my hair and on my horse dance
in the mighty winds that roars
this Ojibwe girl looks at the vast lands once owned
by the People, vast land that could have been shared
and with my majestic Appaloosa horse of many colors
upon that high jagged rocky cliff ... I weep
"and a feather lost glides drifting it soars"
______________________
October 06, 2021
Poetry/Verse/''The Lost Feather''
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1395-601-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Something Old Something New
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 06/08/2022
First Place
I let it slip away beyond my perceptive reach,
like the dislodged grain of the memory sand.
The dragging ebb of discontent carried it far
into the dismal depth of somber sea of oblivion.
The splendorous realm of my fervent heart
twinkled with the tinsels of the argentine night,
where your glamour gleamed with enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the mesmeric moon.
I felt entranced the swathing touch so tempting
of the captivating aura of your intangible charisma,
but you glided away out of my spellbound sight,
like the autumn cloud across my sky of dream.
In verdant vale in the rhythm of my vibrant heart,
your footprints disappeared in my pining plateau,
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
as I wandered chasing the mirage going nowhere.
Splitting open the rough rocky ledge of your garden,
a sapling grew at the edge of the unwalked pathway.
A bud bloomed unnoticed with the color of spring
within my heart like the alluring flower called love.
You drifted past me on the wings of zooming zephyr,
blowing a sensuous storm of fervor through me.
The ruffled petals flew away from the caring cleft
of my heart to the obscure recess of wilderness.
From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair,
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my sky once an epitome of adoration,
the flakes of dream dispersed in debris slid away.
You celebrated your birthday every year with me,
the joy like a leaf of memory drifted away in the wind.
Your birthday came again, but this leaf didn’t return,
for it was too far gone from me, I let it slip away.
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April 29, 2023
Contest : I Let It Slip Away
Sponsored by : John Lawless
Eve ate the sweet, Forbidden Fruit
Almighty God forbade her to.
That asp, the Devil, was the root;
had caused mankind's corrupt debut.
Almighty God forbade her to;
but Serpent's vile, malicious tongue
had caused mankind's corrupt debut.
Upon its promise, Eve had clung.
But Serpent's vile, malicious tongue
led her to crave the 'Knowledge' gift.
Upon its promise, Eve had clung...
from Garden's haven, she would drift.
Led her to crave the 'Knowledge' gift;
forbidden Apple she did eat.
From Garden's haven she would drift;
to grasp God's power, chose defeat.
Forbidden Apple she did eat;
her husband, Adam, took his share.
To grasp God's power, chose defeat,
and, Adam joined her in the snare.
Her, husband, Adam, took his share;
together they would know all things.
And Adam joined her in the snare,
to want more than their Garden brings.
Together they would know all things.
But God was angry and declared,
to want more than their Garden brings,
from earthly woes, they'll not be spared.
But God was angry and declared,
from Paradise, you now must flee.
From earthy woes, you'll not be spared,
for you have eaten from the Tree.
From Paradise, you now must flee,
life's toil and hardship you will earn,
for you have eaten from the Tree.
He, Lucifer, in hell, will burn.
Life's toil and hardship you will earn.
That asp, the Devil, was the root.
He, Lucifer, in hell, will burn...
Eve ate the sweet, Forbidden Fruit.
April 29, 2018
Premiere Contest: The Sweat Shop
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
In the list I saw a new contest, entitled "A Poem Please."
At first glance I thought, "Is this for real or just a tease?"
The theme for this contest was just periods-punctuation.
I'd have moved on except for contests I've an infatuation.
A string of five dots, seemingly a period after a period.
Hmm...Should I write in sonnet form, or an epic Iliad?
The challenge in this one is that I wasn't given a direction
of what to write about. It's in the hands of my discretion.
I know I've jumped off the deep end of the poetry pool
but if I turn back now, I'm sure I'll look like a silly fool.
I'm left wondering how to salvage such a pathetic start
of what could have been a poem about a broken heart.
Nah, I've written that scenario a time or maybe twelve.
Into that nether region I should no longer try to delve.
No awesome pissa will this ditty win for the likes of me.
But this PERIOD piece might make you laugh-wickedly.
NOTE: Prizes for this contest include the title of Awesome and a Wicked Pissa.
April 29th, 2016