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When I closed the door one last time
Turning to say my last good byes
You lay slumped in silence as I cried;
Where once you sparkled with honor and pride
Now, sadly, I leave you behind, alone
Destined for places unknown
Gathering the pieces of my shattered heart
Each a reminder of the hope we would never part
All the adventures we would take, on highways
And winding country roads over mountains that led to the sea
Through rainstorms and blizzards and hot blistery days
In daylight and darkness we were free
Then, on that fateful Sunday morning,
As we drove along happily in song
Our relationship stricken and irreparably torn
By a reckless incident that now, I morn.
Written for my daughter, whose sadness I share.
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016
As the sounds of war loudly roar
The thoughts of Freedom began to soar
For on that day of infamy
It changed the course of history
They didn’t ask to be attacked
But patriotism became a well know fact
With Peril Harbor still fresh on their minds
Young and old stood in long enlistment lines
So off to war these soldiers gladly went
To distant lands where they were sent
In Europe where the German’s raged
Eisenhower began to set the stage
Just before the breaking of the dawn
The seas were cold and breaking strong
Below the deck of the great Samuel Carroll battleships
A solemn prayer came from humble soldier’s lips
For On this cold and blistery June D-day
What unknown adventures, what grievous price to pay
They cleaned their rifles, down below
To France’s land where they should go
On this day, upon those treacherous shores
To battle them who start the wars
They came of every race the mingled swarm
In proud defiance to withstand a deadly storm
Americas' hero’s shown in pristine glory
And to write Freedom's worthy story
For on these shores and lapping waves
Came the spirits of America’s brave
Some gains were made at heavy human cost
The price is high, but not, if Freedom’s lost
These soldiers’ knew not if they would survive the day
Their prayerful thoughts of loved one’s far away
Up and down this cursed blood filled coast;
Two-thousand lifeless bodies gave the most
They paid the price for freedoms sake
With salt tears, let us not their sacrifice forsake.
"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears
reversing reflections
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green
On the breaking shores
there the Lonely Rewind
is floating amidst The Shallows
resurfaced, cracked open and laid bare
her black treasures
boiling over inky interior
spilt darkly the soul
now sharp and split in two
a gift from the damned
walking out into the blistery wind
where sourness all around
whispers a soft war
of unclaimed, unwanted
forgotten voices,
The Lost and Lonely,
way past the end of their world,
where heartbreak is spurned
resurrect into burning birds
from the cold veined inferno,
The Silent Ocean of Reprieve
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"When I Was Older"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/HSCREQjxPHE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Billie-eilish-when-i-was-older-lyrics
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." Butler
"She told me she’d be a phoenix.” The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. “They don’t really exist.” “She said that depends on whether or not there’s someone who can see them." Picoult
"One does not need to be against womens suffrage," the London Times editorialized in 1908, "to see that some of the more violent partisans of that cause are suffering from hysteria. We use the word not with any scientific precision, but because it is the name most commonly given to a kind of enthusiasm that has degenerated into habitual nervous excitement."' Gilman
"Lady Lazarus", Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49000/lady-lazarus
The dawning of love
You whispered your secrets
on breezes of starlight
of moonbeam collections
in night sky desire
Those twinkling phrases
beyond the horizon
which once held the sunset
in blistery fire
Beneath every pine tree
found evergreen wishes
with snow dressing branches
long winters to show
And springtime petunias
bloom fresh for the season
soft feathery visions
you want me to know
That here as we’re lying
this hillside of splendor
while counting the diamonds
a’ shine up above
Each sunrise of morning
a new days beginning
asleep in my arms is
the dawning of love
Good night Soupers
Thank you to everyone who has been so very kind to me
10/7/12
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There is a multitude around the world preparing for God’s Kingdom
And there is one dark enmity preparing as well
Combatting this powerful being’s influence and persistence
Is like going against a strong ocean current during a blistery storm
Satan the devil has blinded the world
How then can we help others see the light?
God reveals through the Word something unsettling
He reveals that there will be many readily embracing
The very enemy himself
Be aware of the darkness and its devices that destruct
Many will fail to realize who is the hero
Turning to the very one that will tear them apart
There will be baggage in the millennium
The multitude will have the authority to teach
To take away the blinds from the clouded, deceived eyes
Of billions
We continue on now
We take action now
For the sake of all of those now and onwards
*inspired by John Goodwin*
Love takes its toll on every faltering form
Minds are all a blur, a never-ending storm
They all in time take pleasure in other wretches’ pain
Relieving their blistery hearts, subsiding the pouring rain
And as they cite a verse or two, they write it from the heart
Though none of it makes sense at first, at least there is a start
Pandemonium takes the best of a masterpiece at hand
Letting it rot in loneliness, a forsaken piece of land
The mind is screaming sevenfold for comfort and a way
To make others see the good in all that lessens day by day
And the vultures soar upon the earth, with its rancid dead
Stealing away the masterpiece and detaining it instead
They cry in the gravel below for love to overthrow
Never will their cries be heard, and this I only know
For in a deathful life of toil they artfully may say
The words unsaid but written fresh, only to decay
To seep into the ground, and back into the trees
The lead and ink and everything…smearing us free
There are many who Holocaust deny,
those who refuse the mass Nazi killing;
a hoax, just lies- to convince us they try,
historical facts of death camps chilling;
the images- all lies they keep drilling,
to just see it . . . they are plain unwilling.
In defense- claim no exterminations,
and no Jew European genocide;
stories were just newspaper creations,
they admit that many Jews died;
but historical facts they wish to hide,
and with believers . . . they collide.
The survivors tell stories so tragic,
for them there is no Nazi mystery;
that they can do this I find quite magic,
with images- visual history;
with verbal testimony history,
from deniers come remarks blistery.
They speak of the gas chambers and mass graves,
Jews walking to their death in endless waves.
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January 27, 2020
Poetry/Urban Sonnet/Holocaust Denial and Survival
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1219-946-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Polarities and Paradoxes
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Third Place
Founded by Amadeus Arkham for his dearest mother,
Whose illness, like Schizophrenia, brain sphere did smother;
An imaginary psychiatric clinic unique,
Curing cursed criminals, of their psyche and physique...!
An asylum suffused with history and mystery,
Though in hearts and minds aversely abhorrent blistery;
A ride was on, history says, to bring it to the ground,
Its demolition later, plot realization found...!
Midst this, like caffeine in coffee so delicately mixed,
Brainy Batman’s miraculous movements that minds transfixed;
Confronting his arch nemesis, the petty crook, Joker,
With his strength and warfare skills as a terror provoker...!
He could stride, glide, ski, drive and dive around the asylum,
Like a satellite, analyzing each little phylum;
Crawling, crawling, calling, cajoling, capturing cases,
He could complete his mission by corroding cache traces...!
Attacks of opponents, like boomerangs, redirected,
Deadly defenses detected, dissected, and dejected;
Midst grim strange state of affairs, like a silent bomb he blasts,
Uprooting evils, like banyan trees, he forever outlasts...!
Arkham Asylum, ultimately, a tale fantastic,
Dashing, dazzling, daring, dare-devil, delightful, drastic;
Bends, mends, comprehends, apprehends, comprehends, countertrends,
With an amusing and appealing twist and turn contents...!!!
18 December 2022
Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Day-248 “Winter’s Wrath”
From out of the north
The cold winds blew
Hell’s inferno turned blistery cold
The Devil himself all
Bundled in ice coated steel;
His snarly, crackling laughter
Piercing the barren air.
His staff, a brazened fork,
Pierced all who ventured out
Searing holes in sockless shoes.
His razor sharp eyes
Turned pathways glazed
To monstrous graves.
Eternity could not be worse
This inferno from the north.
From out of the south
The warm winds came.
Across the Heavens,
In a chariot of golden sun rays
Pulled by a hundred whited steeds
Apollo took aim.
Over the plains they clashed;
Spears and swords took many a soul
White sheets covered the deadly fields.
The north wind hissed.
The south wind kissed.
Apollo cried out
“My blood runs hot
Forsake me not.”
From his scabbard a diamond blade flew
Cutting the breath of that mighty
South bound wind.
He ripped the armor
From the Devil’s redden skin
And turned it to dust; then
Took that angry man’s staff and threw
It to the sea.
With that the skies began to calm
And the wind turned warm.
Above the plains
In the setting sun
Selene stood proud.
As she glazed the sea
With an orangish glow
A smile on her face
For Apollo her man,
Boreas he tamed.
Lon 2/16/2021 #351