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There is nothing I love more than morning,
sitting in my "thinking" chair with a book:
gazing at my trees, yes, I claim them !
They are mine to love in every season;
I seek peace in the vast stillness.
My favorite color is blue like the sky,
it fills my soul with peace and tranquility:
oh listen the birds are singing me songs !
They are mine to love every morning;
in daily contemplation of life I can grow.
I really don't mind being by myself,
in the quiet I find reflection and answers:
this contemplation brings to me a pleasant calm !
I learn from my reflection and from nature;
there is life and death and the between.
I am caressed in blue and green hues,
nestled in my chair I find "chi" energy:
body, mind and spirit together as one !
I inhale the morning air into my body;
and today I will be quiet and still.
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October 27, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Tranquility Found
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1497-251-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Body of poem 160 words verified on PS Word Counter
Written for the Standard contest, Painting Prompted (160 Words)
sponsor, Lisa YY, Judged 10/29/2022
First Place
I’m a sea-going servant some call me, John
I love, love to sail, sail on
From ocean to ocean I sail, sail on
Encompassing rough high waters of the ocean
Devoted to the seas, tis my dream
To ride the waves on a ship at sea
Ocean of devotion, waters of composes, I love it so
Much of the planet’s hydrosphere conventional
I find it much intentional sail on, I sail on
Divisions ravish and reals coral blue-green aqua white waters
In rhythmic descending orders
Mighty colors Pacific, Atlantic Indian southern and Arctic
Oceans granted rolling, raging and reeling waves
Oh, How I revel and marvel rolling waters emotions
Mightier than the waves of the sea is
His love, God’s love for you, for me
I will call your name and keep my eyes above the waves
That raging rapid commotion,
O how I have such a devotion to the oceans
I love to sail on, sail on
8/6/19
2nd Place Win in Contest
For Devotion To Ocean Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Don't make a difference, gender/sex
Strands of different textures
Styles so profound with variety
Stiff, sticky, tacky, wet, or dry
Products keep it tamed for styles
Wavy, curly, straight, stringy or locked
Red, blue, green, pink, purple, or rainbow
Color(s) bring a uniqueness to a hairstyle
Hair is just an extension from the crown of the head
Its our own way to express ourselves unapologetically
Start a new style from scratch
Add extensions for any new look
Shaved head; no need for styling
Hair can carry power or hold trauma
No matter style of your crown, you matter
Only you can decide what works for you
Always remember your are amazing and beautiful with or with hair.
We melt into the hotness of God's will.
Sun's solar power in all directions.
Nothing is moving. The oak trees are still.
Air is muggy per June's imperfections.
Blue green hummingbird seeks sweet summer snack.
Tiny frog heads toward cat's water bowl.
Thirsty wildlife hunts lake or stream, no slack.
Being hydrated the ultimate goal.
Grass died, now turning a furious brown.
Flowers have shriveled, crushed inward now too.
There is no moistness on flowers or ground.
Muggy in Kansas where people have flu.
Cardinals look for light places to bathe.
Farmer prays for crop, corn heads to the grave.
There lies before me a portrait most captivating and divine. I am arrested by it, and the very site of it is spiritually penetrating.
Were I asked, "What say ye?", perhaps I would be awestruck and silent.
I tell you, when I gaze upon that portrait of a beautiful open sky, 'to me it looks like God!' I SEE a head protruding up and outward, signaling to all humanity an infinite pathway to eternity.
I SEE no darkness of night nor light of day. And I SEE no clouds nor shadows of grey.
I SEE the right shoulder with the hand reaching out. I SEE the left hand extended toward the stars of lights,
so divinely picturesque in colors of blue, green, red, and purple. I SEE an open sky filled with an immense array of stars alive and bright
with a few larger ones that sparkle to cast an even greater display of color and light.
That imposing image mentioned above appears to be introducing an even larger and awesome figure that speaks to me like a "John The Baptist" heralding the way for a greater one than he-The Christ of God. I SEE this Presence filling everything with its immeasurable reaches. I SEE, and it's rather interesting to me, two figures standing in a vast domain of light unencumbered by colors of any kind.
Presently, I SEE no wrath of falling stars of destruction. I SEE no folded arms speaking 'No Admittance" but all arms opened wide for all to see and draw near. I SEE a smiley face from one longing to embrace long lost sons and daughters. I SEE no angry face but standing stars of grace, love, and mercy, waiting and pleading for us mortals to pause, be still, be healed, be changed, and experience lasting renewal. I SEE.........!
21219PoSoupContest, Tell Me, What Do You See, James Edward Lee, Sr.; 1P
salt drops upon green ashes when we lullaby for lives of grandma’s, mothers
grass still growing in thunder
where bending we plant some mint
breaking free from cage of conditioning
a sea of blue grass appears
verses, emotions, lamentations, directions
buildings in flames, people are marching
the ALL arching — unwinding
blue-green grass grows, waving
fevers of life washing away
hopes fly in spaces, meaning unknown
manœuvres, thanksgiving, we observe
create, leap as sun appears smiling
we unfill ourselves, unfill ourselves
grass still growing in thunder, waving
I sit in a mist
how is this to be, chlorophyll filling lungs ?
news tramping a quiet garden
pause, unfill, catch a chirp
grass just grows, waving ~
breaking free from cage of conditioning
unwinding ______
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Honorable Winner : Allpoetry: Rapid-Fire Free Verse : Theme ‘Grass’
April ‘26
[ Poet’s Note : Rapid-Fire Verse is a verse written on a particular theme, without left brain intervention, as much as possible. It is written within a few minutes, as right brain & nervous system interprets theme. This type of automatic writing allows a Poet to see how effectively the right brain has absorbed poetic technique. It moves one into whole brain functioning which is how the Ecstatics like Rumi & Kabir wrote. In my view, Rapid Verse is different to channelling, as it comes from inner direct experience, whereas channelling a poem often comes from another energy in another dimension. ]
They called you Grandma -
matriarch of Taiaroa Head.
Your husband of seventeen years,
Blue-Green,
named after the colours of the bands
they placed around his leg.
For over sixty years you
returned to this windswept
piece of Otago coast to breed.
The surrounding sea
a golden harvest of fish
into which time and time again
you dove at sickening breakneck speed.
On clifftop nest your last chick,
Button, crying to be fed.
You fished your heart out on
ocean voyage yet
he not yet fledged lost weight,
but forever present the keen eye
and caring hands of Shirley Webb.
Most of your life was spent at sea -
a radius of continents -
Chatham Islands,
The Sisters, Hello friends!
As always gliding majestically.
Born in 1927, you died in 1989,
no doubt in some bastard
foreign driftnet or deep water longline.
Nylon can’t fly
nor fools heed the curse
of the Ancient Mariner’s Rime.
So glide on Grandma,
glide on your satin silver wings,
for great will be
forever your beauty
the memory of you brings -
three million miles flown lost at sea.
Written: 1991
*Grandma was lost at sea aged at least
62 years.
*She was at the time the oldest banded
breeding albatross recorded.
*Taiaroa Head is in Otago, New Zealand.
*Shirley Webb was a conservationist
and guide who lovingly looked after
the albatross breeding colony.
*As of October 2022 Button still returns
to Taiaroa Head to breed. He is 33 yo.
Dusky evening merging Halloween night
Crowd of cloud on sky: Absolute no light.
Nocturnal owl and violent Vampire fight.
Octopus embraced Black widow too tight.
Me not scared, quite bold and brave to boast
arranged party, offered bread -toast,
beside a jungle near sea coast.
Groaning ghost tasted chicken- roast.
Venue selected: Haunted house.
Me danced delight with loving spouse.
Blue-green eyed cat chased macro mouse.
On floor crawling scorpion, louse.
Wicked witch showed long thorny nails.
Crooked crocodiles wagging tails.
Single shark ringing jingle bells.
Hawks in flocks attack me: Heart fails.
Lemmings’ Cliff Run
by Odin Roark
Might it be
We are naively gullible
Believing like the Lemmings
From the ocean-cliff’s edge
Down below looks like a lake
So it must be a lake
Even though our species
Should know better
Could it be
We abandon
Those extra synaptic gifts
Deceive ourselves
Take the leap
Find we can survive the jump
But the endless “lake”
Like to the lemmings
Has no opposite shoreline
Within eyesight
And like the lemmings
Struggle concedes to
Physical and mental fatigue
Delivers exhausted neurons
Into blissful compliance
Such might be
The place where
Credit card inebriation
Staggers us into the “lake”
Only to find we’ve extended
Beyond our means
No shoreline in view
Sadly
Many might survive their “ocean”
Until they are but floating bodies
Bobbing with the waves of commerce know-how
As it pushes the tide
Back to the shore
Ready to lure
Fresh
Delusional
Lemming-headed targets
Awaiting atop cliff’s edge
Staring into that intoxicating money-colored
Blue/green color we’ve grown to glamorize
Fantasize
And worship
Thinking it will always be there
Until it's not
Nature’s perfection
Transparency’s metaphor
Seldom perceived
Often ignored
I have been invited to a celebration,
A Midsummer Solstice says the invitation;
On June 21st the sun's power will be at its zenith,
That is scientific not just a witches myth.
The invitation asks me to bring my amulet,
There will be an altar quite elaborate;
With dried herbs, seashells, summer fruit and flowers,
And the colors blue, green and yellow have powers.
It all begins at noon when the sun stands still,
In the evening we will light a bonfire on a hill.
A candle burns all day to honor the sun,
Sun, fire we will praise you until the day is done;
In the bonfire burns lavender, sage and basil,
Many invited- from far off places they travel.
The sun gives all living things support and life,
Around the fire dancing shapes and colors rife;
Turn your face to the sun and evil falls away,
A summer solstice- oh, what an inspiring day.
Did you know Wicca is a pagan earth spirituality,
A religious craft that gives each member harmony.
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May 29, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Summer Solstice
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-933-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.