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uplift
my heart
dispel
distress
cast off
despair
begone
music tingle
my spine
emotions
realign
half dreaming
...dulcet
slow
gently awake
'twixt night
& reality
still
in no man's
land
now engaged
open
ascending
higher&
higher
presto
spinning
round&
around
escalate
&wait
a repeat
unfolds
phrase
by
phrase
skates
then
slides
stirring
into
action
continuous
exhilaration
echos
on repeat
from
edifices
of sound
strings
that sing
harmonized
into one
played
breathtakingly
fast
dispel
my disquieting
thoughts
Have you found comfort yet?
No, I find none around me.
Then I trust you have with riches met?
Still sir, it eludes me.
Tis no use searching,
my days are better off dreaming.
At least in my dreams I can become anything
and have everything.
Yes, I can become wealthy beyond measure
with kids and a wife breathtakingly perfect.
But sadly, I am only a dreamer
and my dreams and reality have never met.
Oh! dear lad, dreams do become reality
and every reality begins with a dream.
Have the courage to pursue them
and they'll soon get tired of running.
Your dreams are your wings my boy!
Hold fast to them
For if they die,
You cannot fly
Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
my first trip to Nevada
drove a car out of town
destination Avi in the Mojave
just the sound of it was music to my ears
I remembered a movie I loved
and that’s where it was set
Mojave… Mojave…
sign showing powwow underway
what incredible luck
the car had barely stopped
I was out and gone
drawn by the drumming afar
making my way through the sand
part way there at my feet
as if beckoning
just there like an offering
a big sandwashed oval stone
perfectly soft
breathtakingly beautiful
incredibly… there waiting for me
nothing like it anywhere in sight
nothing anywhere
bar drumming in the distance
and this one lone treasure
so I picked it
like a lovely ripe fruit
fresh from the Mojave desert
AP: 2nd place, Honorable Mention 2021
..........By Love Possessed........
Life's moments pass too swiftly.
And with them..our lives, too.
I have no secrets from you
except the biggest one.
How truly and breathtakingly deeply,
I have always loved you!
It came as a shock to me, too
You must think me a silly.
For far more than a moment or two,
I wondered, too!
Who's this strange lady in love with
a so average looking a man, is she daft?
No, I am not, my beloved man!
For all I see and sense is you.
When the stars first show their pageantry.
or when the California sun gets born again
on yet another day.
I long for you always,in exquisite agony.
For decades so awake to my love for you.
Our lives never far apart.
Nor in spirit.. Not!
You are my day and my night.
In heaven we will converge.
And promenade along streets of gold.
In silken clothes,eternally blessed
In eternity, by love possessed!
My amaranth, Greek god and his
forever amorous, goddess.
August 16,2019
He has all of the strength of Mars the God of War
His Tiger Eyes Gemstones
Were ornaments that the Romans Adorned
To protect themselves from mortal peril
and the windows to his ancient soul
raven hair that Niagara Falls over his eyes..................
what other way can I express it that he is
he is breathtakingly beautiful
Other than.. for a poets rhythmic brain to turn into Jello
He slowly saunters
Fedora on his crown he’s the king.
3,000 dollar suit fashion, Jason Derullo’s got nothing on him
His whispers make the women sway like ballerinas tempted by the wind.
He makes my heart beat faster than Ratatat's Percussion
He will make you purr louder than a playful Kitten
His laughter truly defines him, his bubble gum pink cheeks were made for kissing.
Tsunami Surfing and taking chances on the uncertain
Like Socrates he is my teacher of what it is to be Living.
Fear is only something of our human minds creation
In this war against the Cancer he will win
His Tiger Eyes forever shielding him
The skies with dancing clouds in shades
of blue, pink and gold,
All vibrant and bold.
Oh! What a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
The Beauty of Sunset is a magical transformation
from daylight.
The water in the lake mirrors the changing colours,
Giving a sense of calm and inner peace,
Birds overhead singing their final song, a form of grace,
As they return to rest at the end of their day.
And in awe, I witnessed, today fading slowly away,
soon to be another yesterday.
The beauty of Sunset, a sense of wonder,
one of life's simple pleasures,
Giving moments of joy the memory will always remember and treasure.
So, let us pause and take it all in, for the beauty
of Sunset’s display is one of nature’s finest arts.
It’s a gift and a reminder to appreciate and cherish
each day with gratitude and a grateful heart.
my writing is a silent art
practiced in the hush of night
when the moon is glowing
and my cat is sleeping in her bed
softly snoring and purring
and from my heart and soul I write, the
words falling on my pages, I
write of the dead, and
of nature breathtakingly beautiful, my
pen finds grief, and love
and for all this I receive no wage
for this art of words
is a hunger and a need
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December 26, 2021
Poetry/Verse/a hunger and a need
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1416-260-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (Dec 26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/27/2021
A simple triangle, A World of Gods, A Fired Geometric Gem
Explore the power of consciousness, how a triangle& its sacred symbolism can help us think & act with clarity each day.
World can be massive. As humans we often find ourselves trapped in thoughts & emotions, entangled in the nature of our physical existence.
Some can cut through its matrix better than others as if they contain special ability to think & act with clarity. Looking at things from above where the whole makes sense. As a result, they link dots in a pattern of events quicker, always finding the right answer!
the #3 has always been considered as the most sacred number across the majority of religions & esoteric traditions:
For Example:
Christian faith: represents Trinity, Father (God), Son (J. Christ) Holy Spirit.
In Buddhist tradition: ‘The Triple Gem’, Buddha (enlightened one), Dharma (teachings), Sanha (disciples)
Taoism – the Great Triad – Heaven-Human-Earth
In “New Age” #3 is often associated with unity of Spirit, Mind & Body.
CIRCLE – unity, oneness, wholeness – source & origin of everything aka God.
TRIANGLE – dynamic force of creation, often referred as Fire of Consciousness.
SQUARE – stability of Matter in the manifested physical world.
Ready to take a flight? Fasten your belt we are going breathtakingly high
hidden below the echoing cold indigo sea
a mermaid dwells . . .
mystical as told in myths if you believe
breathtakingly beautiful and sensual . . .
in her cobalt blue cave . . .
she keeps gems and treasure chests stolen
the sailors dizzy with lust
lured into the sea by her liquid musical murmur
and D
O
W
N they fall to be no more . . .
and when the ship crashes into jagged rocks
breaking apart and becoming part of the sea
she comes silently beneath the tumbling waves
to take anything that shines
to her watery underwater cave . . .
where they sparkle and glow for her
she loves to touch each one -
so beware travelers of the open uncharted sea
a beautiful mermaid is waiting
to d r o w n you in the unforgiving dark depths
and steal all that sparkles
only to decorate her blue cobalt cave . . .
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August 1, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Mystical Mermaid
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-213-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere Contest, Caves,
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fifth Place