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Engulfed with parents’ unconditional love
My soul remains blissful with the blessings of the Father above.
Having been pampered with Dad and Mom’s generous care
My heart is constantly warmed by the kindness they did freely share.
Thus, with the legend of undying beloved spirits' lingering
Culture-bound, my perspective acknowledges its functional securing.
Both Daddy Robert and Mama Artence are with the Lord now
Physically absent, yet legend attests that they are fulfilling their vow.
With the legend of dead loved ones staying to behold their property
My mind adheres to tribal belief upholding clan bonding’s intensity.
Actually, right beside our house we call as home-sweet-home
Stand the tombs of Mom and Dad, tenaciously protecting family dome.
Midst the reality of custom-built graveyard, away from public cemetery
My faith, anchored by Scriptures, clings to God’s resurrection*-victory.
*John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
March 10, 2020
1st place, "Your Favorite Legend" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/14/2020.
Rosy cheeks, pink lipstick
She looked enchanting
Beautiful like a fairy
Enamored, he wanted to marry her
He was wealthy, she gladly accepted
Soon he realized without makeup
She was ordinary
Her most time spend in front of mirror,
beauty parlour
She was costly, egoistic and adamant
He regretted his decision
But endured her
Within few years,
she died of skin cancer
One day, he saw a woman
serving an old, ailing person on road
He helped her and fell in love with her
She was not beautiful outside,
but had a lovely heart
Always serving others
Blissful vibrations surrounded her
He proposed her
She laid one condition
I want to serve other's,
He agreed wholeheartedly
He sold his business, bungalow
Shifted to a small house
That's enough for both she said
With his money and hard work
Both set out spreading happiness
More they gave
More donations poured in
The joy of watching someone happy
The smile and gratefulness in their face
Gave them boundless joy
They lived happily till death
using body and mind to serve others
They lived a rosy life full of joy
07.09.2021
For:
Constance La France, "R'' Contest, New or Old
as the nectar drips
each lifetron sips
elixir that titillates
gyrates & celebrates
all together
now & forever
blissful centredness
magnetised aliveness
rapturous ecstasy
in explosive continuity
renews our being
in a thrill electrifying
scintillating
delighting
all times being the time
for bliss pulse to chime
as the external fades
destiny ready made
we embrace & release
with nonchalant ease
being centred within
where love is singing
the song eternal
within heart spherical
no coming or going
bliss ignition renewing
in wholeness within
each instant does begin
heightened elation
without repetition
for each nuance & hue
as it renews is new
unravelling blossoming
of a lover awakening
within a mist of bliss
in arms of loving caress
the thus awakening
on & on continuing
without pause
love the eternal cause
of delight day & night
from which we never alight
30-July-2020
A gentlefellow and maiden intermingle
on curiosity's swing-seated rest.
Vulnerableness is compressed between them,
as if a violet's caress requested their presence.
Harmony's tones are blown through the air,
like lilac's laughter scattering
as jasmine's megaphone hums.
Music's smooth movements dance within them
as if mountainberry ice cream were sampled
from their dreams with a fairy dusting.
An artist's loaded brush paints their moment.
A starfish's bluish blush comes naturally.
Beating blood and veins overlap silently.
Regal drape twine hides a stage
where beauty's ballrooms bloom before their eyes.
Love's uncomfortable shoes
leave a pleasurable bruise as they
peruse through fields of vine-ripened grapes.
An eggplant's bloodline finds royalty's manners
are hung like Lutheran banners
in the boldest of circumstances.
A stream of jelly donut filling
lunges into their tongues at once.
Tastebuds are given amethyst's first kiss.
Like hot and cold amiss, the warmth is blissful.
A rainbow's favorite ending begins indefinitely
as a projection of the evening's sky blending.
The progeny of red and blue is born by two.
20.7
“Where are creation and destruction?
Where is the end and the means?
Where is the seeker?
Where is attainment?
I am One”
Verse revisited on 04-November-2022
Dipping in and out of dreams that appear
Bliss is the constant that does form spear
And whilst mind-body too we see in decay
Bubbling rapture of is-ness is here to stay
We feel complete when with love we meld
In that continuum there is no will to bend
For all that is, is singular blissful presence
Vibrance of love and light's luminescence
The aspect of seeming ego consciousness
Arises and subsides in the sea of oneness
Awareness self-aware that's always alive
In and out of myriad illusions does so dive
Thus when we negate both fear and desire
There remains no fleeting object to aspire
Jiva, Atma and Paramatma merge as one
Singular soft white light of the central sun
Notes: Jiva = mind-body; Atma = Soul; Paramatma = God
Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves.
I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.
Alighting and dripping down
for a short quick kiss to each one.
I woke to a vision of streaked ,wisps
of timeless gray clouds before the morning.
It's not a silent night, stars glitter and wink
in the dark as they look down on me.
Minstrels outside my bedroom window;
the birds were there somewhere
between the treetops and the cloud bottoms.
There will be no sleeping beauty upon these white linens,
as a result of reverberating sounds of those crying cuties.
7/2/2017
Stepping back remote from urban rhythm
Dizzy I take flight asking only to surrender
Wishing to drown in a long lost forgotten calm
Reminiscing of that distant youthful idyllic calm
When day and night danced in divine rhythm
To soft nostalgic memories I ungrudgingly surrender
Disentangle me I give my all and do surrender
Desperate to retrieve a soothing blissful calm
To reunite with mother nature’s nurtured rhythm
Synchronize with life’s rhythm I surrender my heart to calm
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on February 12, 2019 for contest A TRITINA FOR MESSINA sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Sotto Poet, first Sonnet and Constance La France, second Sonnet
Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay in bed gazing at stars above,
Cupid, spread your wings and bring my darling.
Oh Cupid, rejoice with a flourish blow,
our love grows more intense and more divine;
sexy seductress Venus you should know,
you are sublime- like a fresh spring design.
Oh Cupid, find your petals to throw down,
from candles lit- a whiff wafts in the breeze;
and skies open . . . flowers make a love crown,
for seeing my Venus fills me with ease.
Shall we share this sweet enduring impact;
for to your love- I will always react.
Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your hair;
my sweet aura is one of great mystique,
the fragrance of flowers drift in the air.
Dreamer, you called upon Cupid for love,
to bring desire, passion and bliss divine;
but I am of dreams and from high above,
oh dreamer, lets stargaze laying supine.
The gold moon shining on us is fleeting,
for already the birds stir in the trees;
soon dreamer, the dawn- we will be greeting,
my love, I must leave you on the morn's breeze.
And you will awake dreamer- with charm;
soon, a lady will be holding your arm.
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October 15, 2022
Poetry/Sonnet/Venus Dreamer
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1494-576-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Collaboration
Sotto Poet and Constance La France
There are many things that make me happy in life,
but a day when I can go to the art gallery is the best;
I walk the many rooms totally lost and delighted with the art,
from room to room I view, Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque;
how, I love the religious paintings, the gothic, and the mythical painting.
I adore art for it is like a beautiful story painted,
then I rest, have a bit of lunch, and after I begin again;
oh, the 19th Century, 20th Century, and a visit to Impressionism,
a peek at Abstract and Modern Art, and all the sculptors along the way;
and the amazing Canadian artists, always so very interesting and so colorful.
I linger with the Aboriginal Art and the Inuit Art,
for this art touches my heart the most and I dwell with it;
I take another rest at a lovely, tranquil water court and garden,
and in the very heart of the gallery there is a reconstructed church;
oh, there is a whole story about how it got there, but I am blissful tired now.
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April 14, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/Narrative/Lost in Art
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1104-769-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration - The National Gallery of Canada
Places of significance to me
Always lift my spirits for a while.
Regal settings depicted in books
Amaze me, but none can make me smile,
Delight me, like Heaven, as described
In God's Word--city of pure gold. There
Saints bask in the Savior's love. For all
Eternity, each is called His heir.
King James Bible Dictionary--Paradise: "Heaven, blissful seat of sanctified souls after death."
December 22, 2015 (posted)
entered in Brian Strand's Mid-May Premiere Contest on May 11, 2018
Date: July 17, 2019
Contest Title: ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL
Sponsor: James Edward Lee, Sr.