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I begin,
with spearmint breath, barefoot, and hushed skin
woken are earth’s aromas of prayer and namaskar
spilling intentions auspicious a focused vow within,
with a promising salutation to the resending rising star
for the faded filaments of ashy ailments, as well
I hear their praises of open routes and yellow brick roads,
fast tracks to filigree of fulfillments where egos swell
gritty goals, lickety-split in their surrealistic abodes
its competition stirs the soul, yet their ebbing eyes be blind
to suit oneself and not the self, the soul-search sold,
to stay true becomes onerous of an untruth abstract mind
The scribbler’s hastened house upholds,
phasing flowers into a creative expression explored,
literary archaic yet no soul from muse’s molds
some choose to pull from brutal banks previously implored
A game of Scribbage, the deal, the play, the show,
noted nothing less nor nothing more,
vintage vantage, a cribbage of blank blurt we all know
forgetful is the fact that we’re all amateurs
Take my savory words you, I’ll take yours if kind,
let go the ways to wicked wharfs, it’s the way to putrefy
away from stagnate depths of opaque layers grind
for those without weakness those of you rise
without the wormwood shells of bitter taste
the lower plains and the pains and alibis
of watering wells d i s p e l l i n g waste
There’s innocence in our hearts
an inner chamber where the divine never dims
there's a purposeful purity that never parts
it lives inside once broken down, our bones and limbs
it fills the ovoid, gives opportunity, I end with this,
as an appointee, in a designated avatar,
in n o w mindful we won’t miss
as we are receptors of higher light,
held above varmint vestments tsar
we transform our image gone the dark knight
There’s a secret garden inside, drunk on lovestruck swilling
becoming well known, follow the pathless path amidst
to the road I’m on, there, the sacred wells worth drilling,
the one path known as blessed bliss
—A Monk of Quiet Quest
I was careless and lost your love
or does it only seem that way
words can be weapons
can you forgive me darling
for I will never find another like you
I see us dancing under the stars
as the music wraps around us
the promise between us delicate as a flower
I am full of regret and sadness
tears rock the ocean of my sleep
have you really let our love go
or does it only feel that way
the days are lonely and lost
melancholy
daggers of pain pierce my heart
I am lost in a sea of nameless faces
just waiting for your voice
weeping my regret
I hang my head like a dying flower
can still see the pain in your eyes
I just want to hide myself away
the phone is ringing, ringing
or does it only seem that way
hello
hello
can you forgive me I blurt out
your whisper . . . yes
and my heart is a sea of tears
tears falling
mine and yours
and again the sun is shining bright
and clouds sail across the sky
or does it only seem that way . . .
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March 21, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/careless words
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 1339-824-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, It Only Seems That Way,
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 04/09/2021
Fifth Place
Only seven years old but always bullied and hurt,
A constant string of hurtful names others would blurt,
Wondered how I’d ever get through grade three,
Figured that was the way life would always be.
Until Mrs. Shrum my teacher spoke up one day,
She made me feel important in such a special way.
Giving me duties that only the best students got,
Making the bullies look and feel like a sorry lot.
She wrote many glowing praises in my report card,
Stating of my behaviour she held the greatest regard.
I was kind and considerate, a great asset to the class,
Self-esteem grew from the compliments I did amass.
Mrs. Shrum made me shine and sparkle like a gem,
Only positive feedback, she would never condemn.
This wonderful teacher proved to be truly iridescent,
I believe because of her, I was not a troubled adolescent.
Written October 2, 2011
By Lee Ramage
For Frank Herrera’s Contest
“Iridescent”
Won 3rd Place
Am I in hell or just in a distracting nowhere?
I just hate this atmosphere and want to go somewhere,
You talked so different and I can’t read you,
I’m so dissed with pranks and I so wanted to mew.
You’re conceited and you think you’re smart,
Gosh! Strike me a thunder so I’ll just fart.
To think you are just dirt in my appealing nails,
Don’t be so grumpy because you’re still walking in trails.
You really want to make those plenty wrongful sins,
I’m not delighted to see your one in hell grins.
You’re bunch of boors in a grotesque pants and shirt,
Juvenile pranks are not that so funny to blurt.
Hoping for your good change is what I’m looking,
Trouble in you can be like so over annoying.
But still can’t deny that I always do care,
I still want to help because that’s my greatest dare.
Don’t ever think that I over dislike you,
I just really hate the way the wrecked things that you do.
If there is something that you want to express,
Cruelty is not the answer if you’re extreme depressed.
Do we always know what someone means
Is it obvious or do we wonder
Are we sometimes left just a little puzzled
Or does it finally strike like thunder
Evasive tactics can be quite intentional
Not wanting to divulge private info
Like telling someone of a sticky situation
So we resort to mumbo jumbo
Eventually when we can no longer stall
We finally blurt out what we mean
“Your dress is tucked up in your undies
Showing the nicest assets I've seen”
Should always try to read between the lines
So we never get put on the spot
Best is to walk up to her and simply whisper
Don't mind but we see what you've got!
I can see it in your eyes
your brain ticks over
search supplies
the lie with fall cover
Because mother always used to say be aware of those around you
their reaction to your actions giving clues how to act with them
so I did but it didn’t flick the impulse switch off
appearing distant as if I don’t look
assured I wasn’t tell me off believing I wasn’t
yell at me too need to look already was
now I looked hard saw what I shouldn’t
suddenly impulse takes control
I look so quickly at lying eyes behold
dishonesty or truth the 2 sights sold
see through whilst my impulse confuse
actions speech diverting you
insults words no filter just blurt
yet within all this I still observe
every week my psychology observed
experts spoke to my parents helped me learn
conversations of why I don’t concentrate and learn
adhd gave me selective interests
psychology one where calories invest
I was impressed my hyper mind never rests
find focus and psychology progressed
disguised by impulse so natural
paying attention looking as though I wasn’t at all
made me realise I’m unreadable
and it confuses so learnt to use this tool
random strange so you can’t work out my brain
I'm looking insane whilst I calculate game
focus on situations
knowing their intentions
what motivated seeing their options
string the circumstances
how and what is their rewarding destination to pace on
leave no chances I'm ahead
stop them became so good tease and seem close no problem
make them a fool
you think I’m cruel
avoiding a brawl
make them look small,
them target me retardently,
but I’m weird cus I get psychology
so I fight physical now psycho probably,
but if men didn’t challenge my alpha status
I would live normally,
it’s them but you blame me not their insecurities.
I was 7 or 8 when I first learnt psychology
smart people only use it in defense you see
If I see scum manipulate for selfish gain
I beat them at their own game
A thousand vents for blowing grease
the burger bleeds and trickles.
The stove tops way of frying meat
to sell their grease and pickles.
A greasy slab to clot your blood.
The hamburger's inflection.
A special sauce to fatten up
the liver from protection.
A heart attack to fear aloud
you come to feel the hurt.
Your senses blind to feeling pain
your swearing has to blurt.
A paramedic standing by
with paddles out to shock.
The ventilator turned on low
in case you start to gawk.
A hospital for calculating
service for your wealth.
but don't forget the morgue is there
and that could mean your health.
My Love Hides Her Heart with a Sweet Smile
My love hides her heart with a sweet smile
that flirts with my eye, like being played on a string.
Quickly, I turn my head in denial
so she cannot see that I am staring.
I then pretend to look past her again,
but she maneuvers to engage my gaze.
Twice caught in the act, I blush; I would fain
deflect the embarrassment from my face.
Instead, I become emboldened and brave
(love knows no emotion that it can’t overcome).
At her feet, I bare my soul while she smiles
as I blurt out the words “I love you” with my tongue.
Herein, the proof is presented: a woman
with her smile can deceive the heart of a man.
Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are both well worth a wait.
Don’t gag on the mushrooms,
You big ugly buffoons.
Crunch them up meticulously slowly, and good luck,
Don’t be afraid of disease, though they’re grown in the muck.
Pudding for dessert,
Who would, you blurt.
Oh, sorry, I mean, what’s that you say?
You could eat pudding any ole’ day?
Enjoy your leisurely dine,
And eat your pudding refined.
Chocolate, caramel and pistachio.
They are all stirred up warmly nice and slow.
Delicious delicacies on paper is a poet’s go-to write,
Everyone loves to think about taking an enormously tasty bite.
Spaghetti, pizza, meat loaf too.
All main dishes for me and you.
Hamburger, egg salad, smeary and good.
I’d eat it all up and be completely satisfied if I could.
Wondering at the sight of summer and noon
The window dive at pasture's womb.
Struck by affliction
Driven by temptation
This's how it all begun.
The uncertainty of the sun's hot
Crafted a picture
Which could only hurt
Woop-woop-woop,it sound everytime it's being blurt
Drowned in the sea of dilemma
She's forced to choose a path
One coming straight from the heart,heart!
"Portray your interests over the family's wealth and let thy offspring takeover the rest"
Words of the elders Crest
A pit with so many holes
"Desert from us o ye foe"
Life has brought nothing but harm
Even her offspring disassociate from her arms
Life's mysteries
A choice with diverse consequences
"Promise you'll keep,the integrity of this story"
Words from her past sun and glory
"Concur to the will
And just be still,all you will have in plenty"
"Promise to keep the integrity of this story"
Every night she's forced to faced these,even in her dreams
As the year round
She's left with no kidney
A heartless mother
She's called all right within
Words speaking only tears
As the sunlight fades
She then decides to give everything just for her grave
A beautiful mother she wants to be named
The elders Crest as she approach
A purpose to let down,all that opposed
She stands at the witness's box
"She's finally going to agree" whispers the eldest of her offspring
A thought it's a good will
"Everything shall now be over" whispers the elders to each other
As she looks the face of the chief's head
For behold,the face of her morning glory,she sees "are you really going to destroy all this?" All she heard from his lips
A dillematic position,she stands
A plead to make a decision and remove her hands
Dangerous-safe
Safely-dangerous
As they stands
Eagered face
Wanting to see the end of the race
And she falls in dismay
"They'll come back for you,just wait"
The last words of her morning beauty
A mother with no children,she's seen
"Let me say my last words" as she weeps
"Just remember it hurts so much,a widow fighting just for your hearts" as she speaks to her offspring
It all ends in mysteries