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Her face pops up on the screen and she stared directly at me looking into her dream and, as the verdict is read, she grips tightly to her symbolic bed.
Her eyes were motionless, her lips speechless and her body is relaxed and from the looks on her face, she was begging for mercy. There was nothing on her face that express remorse for such a vicious deed but the evidence revealed that the judge has given her a bad deal; life sentence.
Her face looks beautiful and strong carrying a heavy conviction in her hand, but she still held on to her truth that she did not murder any of those youth.
She has been called many names that could drive the whole world insane from a crocodile gallivanting on the aisle, a murderer spinning dice and a serial killer that has paid a painful sacrifice. They call her a baby killer and a cold and relentless murderer.
Sometimes you can match a face with a crime but this one look overtly divine. The angelic look on her face tells a different story of someone that is longing for a date. She was aiming for glory and got side tracked on the way appeasing her ego and displeasing the super-ego but when you read in-between the lines you can see the sanctuary dangling over her head and the crucifix lying in her bed.
I could not help but weep when I see young woman succumbed to her feet waking with bloods on her hand and polluting the whole of England a young woman with a pretty face has stunned the human race.
Was it scientific research that gone bad or was it Dr. Mengele 1930 experimental blog? Mengele human genetic research uses twins to study the hereditary basis of diseases.
At Auschwitz, he collected hundreds of pairs of twins from among the Jews and split the in two for his experimental data to come through. He records the twins’ bodies drew large amounts of blood from them and sometimes performed painful procedures on them.
There is a similar contrast here. They say that she injects air into the bloodstream, the stomach, overfed them with milk, assault them physically and poison them with insulin oh what cruelty?
Dr. Mengele or Nurse Letby destiny will decide, it looks like a research that has gone bad covered by an umbrella to make the boss looked glad but at the end it made everyone sad. Faces can be deceiving.
I was once asked by a friend to write something for a character I was portraying in a blog story. He wanted the character to try and describe the color orange without explaining what orange looks like. So here is what I wrote:
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The Color Orange
To describe orange without color, I can only breathe life into what orange is to me.
Orange is...
The glow of two smiling faces washed in the light of a midnight fireplace, talking about the promise of tomorrow.
And too...
It is in your sweetheart's worried lip, when she hopes you'll kiss her that first time, but is too timid to ask.
Orange is...
That look in another's eyes, a gaze shared across crowded spaces, that makes everything else fade away.
It is...
In the softness of a held hand, a gentle word of reassurance, and fondness of a like soul.
Orange is...
That moment when you realize, you're in love with someone... ardently so... and want the fleeting moments to last forever.
and...
it is in a shared dance when it doesn't matter if she's there in a gown or a burlap sack.... she'd still be the most beautiful creature in the room.
Orange is...
when you want to tell her everything you're feeling. but can't come by the words because though your eyes slip over her with ease..your thoughts catch snag... and you're drinking her in.
But also.. on a less intimate and love infectious note
It is the satisfaction of a setting sun, as the day slips away over golden fields of grain, the last shafts of sunlight picking up the specks of dust.
Because orange is in those shining moments that happen every day. In every walk of life.
In the end... Orange is familiarity. Orange is comfort... And it is warmth.
BASKING IN LIGHT
I have no clue
Why you feeling blur
Forget about any overdue
Rather quest for various hues
Outside there's MR. Sunlight
Filling the sky with its bright
Men and women on sight
Wonderful in broad daylight
Come feel the humid hush of breeze
Don't worry it will not make you freeze
Nor will it make you grace
But sure, It will show you daze
Feeding light for the green grasses
Serene views of mountain terraces
Magnificent in God's unending grace
Never tearing us in a haze
By:
olive_eloi
6:13pm
10/08/2013
-------------***Hope you can check my personal blog as well: http://myblossomingthoughts.blogspot.com/... Thank you so much for reading my composition… God bless us always….. >> Olive Eloisa ?
We hear the engine whistle
The hissing of the steam
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle
As we meet the arrival of a dream
We didn't think we had a chance of winning
Entering just for fun I guess
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.
In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine
You look so beautiful and smell divine
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.
Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more
15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'
Please also read my Blog about our collaboration
I'm a Pink Marshmallow in soft tender Hello,
I'm the bright Fun Sun in sweet smiling Yellow.
I'm the Warm Gold Sand,the best kind of friend,
I'm the Silk Brown Soil in a nourished land.
I'm the Silver end,in each glittering playful wave,
I'm the Red apple,lost in sinful passionate crave.
I'm a wild innocent daisy,dressed in petals of White,
I'm the burnt Orange Sunset,waving hands to Night.
I'm the Blue Vast Sea,Serene, Forever Young and Free.
I'm Black lava stone,fuming,burning ,when getting angry
I'm that Peachy pulped Peach,with green velvety leaves
A Purple Sweet Raspberry, loyal and true as Royalties.
I'm the Multicolored girl,in this World called Rainbow Pearl,
I'm the girl with longest Crayon and the deepest colored Well.
Charma..
(I'm a Multicolored Crayon,who loves to paint the world in Yellow,following by
Pink and Red,with a soft spot for blue.
Not for the contest..just a fun poem inspired by Linda'S blog.
Form:
I was interviewed on Manx Radio about my poetry journey and it was broadcast today - the whole clip is about 7 minutes long. By the way it is not me reading the snippets of poems.
The programme can be found on 'on demand' the show is called 'women today' and was dated 5th August
this is the link for you to paste into your browser
If you go to the black bar under the Manx Radio logo and scroll along to 14 minutes 45 seconds this is a good time to start listening to it
http://www.manxradio.com/radioplayer/od/1762/
I have also done this as a blog ... but as not everyone reads the blog page I posted it here too
Hugs Jan x
5th August 2015
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION PARTS 1 AND 2 FIRST
Our marriage has now been consummated
I’m so glad that you were patient and waited
Our passions for each other burns so strong
To find you my love, I have waited so long
Now I have discovered that I am with child
When I told you the news you smiled and smiled
It is a symbol of our true love
You truly were sent to me from heaven above
Discovering you has been such a joy
Unwrapping the layers like an excited school boy
You are an incredible lover but it is more than passion we share
With every beat of my heart, I feel you are there
So heavenly has been the news that you gave
Tears of happiness flow wave upon wave
Soon another baby will reside in Bronte country
What a wonderful mother you are going to be.
The time for my confinement is drawing near
My husband will be with me – I have nothing to fear
Finally the day arrives for the baby to be born
I hope he will be delivered before the break of dawn
Tenderly holding my hand you say you will always be there
Birth is an incredibly emotional act for two lovers to share
He mops my fevered brow and says he will always be mine
Finally the babe arrives – he looks like his father he’s so divine
Your husband gives thanks to god for I have been truly blessed
With a wonderful wife and a beautiful son at your breast.
I hold you close as our baby sleeps
Every day brings a new memory to keep
To love you forever must be my aim
With much love we choose our first child's name
So many suggestions but we would rather
Name him Patrick after the Bronte's father.
28th April 2014
Written by JaDazzle – Jan Allison & Darren Watson
~Please see my blog posted today about 'JaDazzle' ~
(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)
November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)
November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous charm.
Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline;
sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm.
Fashion designers often grow somber
and turn November into works of art.
Choosing russet offset by burnt umber
we find those dull colors lacking in heart.
Whispers of Summer heard in fashion parks.
Soon we'll write of a new bridal-white show.
Days ending sooner, dusk now wearing darks;
Winter waits coyly; looks lovely in Snow.
November 10, 2021
November or December Quatrain Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
does
a poem need
to touch the
reader
with great pain
or can
we just
love
it's
moments
and whispers
it's tears
falling
from each word
should we
fathom
or
grasp
the
pain
drifting
in the
corridors
of our thoughts
or just
hold it
to our souls
for
a moment in time
then
let it go
drifting
on
wings
of poetry . . .
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January 24, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/whispers and moments
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1219-151-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FGI Blog Series Special - Metaphysical
Brian Strand
Podium Place One
Scarlet is a southern belle quite spoiled,
she is very beautiful with flawless skin;
this southern belle has many beaus,
fiddle-dee-dee is her favorite reply!
Great balls on fire she has a temper,
but within Scarlet is a great strength;
she fights for her home and family,
she went to town wearing a green curtain!
Scarlet is a survivor!
I am a Canadian girl quite loved,
been told I am pretty and have lovely hair;
I have had a few boyfriends so far.
oh, fiddle what? I would never say that!
Great ball of what? I would never say that either,
and I am a flowing river and calm as a pond;
but, I have courage too though would never wear
a green curtain to town even if made of velvet!
But, I am a survivor too!
Anyways, the parody between Scarlet and me,
is probably a travesty, an exaggeration, and silly
except . . when I am confronted with a problem
I have been known to say . . .
"I'll think about that tomorrow, after all tomorrow is another day!"
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November 21, 2019
Poetry/Parody Verse/Scarlet and Me
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1200-191-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by Scarlet O'Hara character in Gone With The Wind Movie
Written for FGI Blog Series 10 - Parody
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2