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wandering the art gallery I am feeling blissful
and soon, I find myself among the 18th Century art
I could just fall into these gilded frames and scenes
and become part of the paintings
the beauty often tragic and beautifully painted
the colors chosen sublime and deep
I see a man within a portrait frame following me
with his eyes and he whispers- come my beauty
and I stand staring at him for the longest time
his dark eyes are deep fathomless pools
and I am truly enthralled with him
I could love the man within this frame
I want to stroke his flowing raven hair
kiss his full lips that beckon for me to come
then, he reaches out
and I hold tight his seeking hand
then, within a gilded frame at the art gallery
this handsome raven haired man
is kissing my ruby lips
many stop and remark at the reality of the art
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August 05, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/come my beauty
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1478-121-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/07/2022
Fifth Place
I must be the last fellow
dedicated to a platonic love,
that makes me dream
while life flees
and just disappears
into the shadows of the evening:
forgetting that life
exists because of love...
These walls of cold stone,
suffocate me in a space
where my freedom
is an erring clone:
it will be summoned by self-esteem,
to let it lie there and die in scattered pieces...
Still treasured letters, unyellowed by light,
with a name which meant a trust so imposing
has lost its preciuos meaning;
a big heart drawn in red,decorated by roses
that weren't given for the passionate cause:
is as imperceptible as hypocrisy,
but the sweetened air,that my nostrils breath,
is confined by an hysterical guilt
and an insignificant fight
struggling with an unseen enemy...
I must be the last lover
of this remakable century,
whose eyes resent
the shallowness
and awkwardness of reality
when faced by the rudest reality,
while my perturbing questions
demand an answer
and compell me to persist:
forgetting that life exists
because of love...
"Wise Monkey"
I am tired
I am so so tired
Just sit for a while
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
Shut my eyes
Listen to emptiness
Don't speak
Shhhhhhhhhhh
I am tired
I am so so tired
Just sit for a while
Watch my world
go bye
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Stone in Focus" / Aphex Twin
https://youtu.be/q86g1aop6a8
"Just Fall Asleep" / Aphex Twin
https://youtu.be/2gNtuY4VAOA
bye.
Definitition.
Bye1
- the transfer of a competitor directly to the next round of a competition in the absence of an assigned opponent.
- a run scored from a ball that passes the batsman without being hit (recorded as an extra, not credited to the individual batsman).
- one or more holes remaining unplayed after a match has been decided.
Bye 2
mid 16th century (denoting a side issue or incidental matter): from by.
Bye 3
Exclamation:
short for goodbye.
Bye 4
prefix
bye- 1. subordinate; incidental; secondary.
"by-election"
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
Let me tell you about the best year of the 20th Century, a year that was great.
It was the year when my mom was born and that year was 1948.
That was the greatest year of the 20th Century, that's how I feel.
1948 was great but 2013 sucked because of a terrible ordeal.
2013 was a terrible year because that was when Mom died.
After she perished in the hospital, I came home and cried.
Please listen to this advice, don't ever take your mom for granted, she's somebody who you should always appreciate.
If I live to be a hundred, I will not change my opinion, I believe that the greatest year of the 20th Century was 1948.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
With bowed heads and fervent prayer
we shed our tears with broken hearts
in memory of those no longer here,
those memories are now set far apart.
Names listed on the TV screen
the familiar ones heard from another century,
Benedict and Barbara Walters,
other famous names upon the altar,
Unfamiliar names are forgotten yet last
pushed back into our past
the heroes, saints, and sinners once cast;
these then there are the names often unheard,
familiar but unknown to the public lives interred
by family, friends, and the dearly beloved
who revealed the truths in life discovered
by the children and pictures that remain
and we take stock of all we've lost and all we've gained,
holding on tight to their legacies and their names.
"I have immortal longings in me. "
Quote _William Shakespeare
I have often wished to be immortal,
and to exist in a life enduring;
to find that perpetual realm and portal,
and to be constantly world touring.
Oh yes I would be a girl deathless,
my life going on and on ever long-lasting;
penning words and rhyming endless,
things I would see leaving me breathless.
my seconds, minutes, hours everlasting,
but would I exist in a world friendless !
My beauty would be never-ending,
from century to century living a life timeless;
but my past sorrow would also be unending,
often penning words dark and rhyme-less.
Filling pages, and pages, and pages in a journal,
I could never stay too long in any place;
from country to country to country gliding,
I imagine a life lived nocturnal.
At times feeling the need to hide my face,
who wants an existence that involves hiding !
So considering all I will remain me,
accepting that years will make me frail;
I now think that living life full is the key,
accepting that my beauty will in time pale.
But, I have the power to make words eternal,
for I am blessed with the God given gift of words;
and the gift of painting and photography sublime,
so wishes for immortality I will keep internal.
My words and poems will fly like birds,
and will forever and ever future souls entwine !
"What would be the use of immortality to a
person who cannot use well half an hour."
Quote _ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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April 22, 2022
Poetry/Ode/Girl Immortal
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1450-319-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I were Immortal
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 05/02/2022
Second Place
A sylvan wood unveils its majesty
and I am awed by the
magical specters that abound here.
I stroll silently through ancient
wooden sentinels who’ve stood guard here,
for more than a century;
tranquility is every step.
A peripheral movement engages my eye
and there is strange energy here;
looking, I swear I see a tiny translucent wing appear,
that is no bird!
I walk to a grandfather cherry tree,
you know, the huge ones used for furniture making;
there are fungi at the base and frilly moss.
Just below a toadstool, a fairy,
a scurries into the moss for cover;
I smile and pretend I didn’t see.
I resume my stroll, smiling at the miraculous
I have just witnessed and breathe in the
virginal ions, gifted by the trees.
The scholars say man is innately good.
He just needs training to do what he should.
Education will his nature improve,
and most of his imperfections remove.
God is not needed to help man break through,
much knowledge, reason, and science will do.
No need for old-fashioned values at all.
Rid man of these which his freedom forestalls.
After a century and more of this scheme,
has man accomplished his lofty pipe dream?
Knowledge in all fields has greatly increased,
but man’s nature has not grown in the least.
Man has access to more information,
but humans are still less educated.
Science is making people live longer,
but mankind is not morally stronger.
Man has the many means technology lends,
but has abandoned the few noble ends.
He has more contents but less contentment,
much wealth does not his happiness augment
The schools produce men with heads but no hearts,
void of a conscience, but very book smart.
They rule our lives and make our laws,
determine our rights and decide our cause.
Lewis predicted how the scheme would end.
A few smart men to the peak will ascend,
with much power and greed within their breasts,
the many being ruled by men without chests.
I have this noose around my neck because I stole a horse.
After you hang me, you won't even feel remorse.
You asked if I have anything to say so I'm saying it.
This is an evil law and you're evil for obeying it.
Lots of people are gathered around and they're cheering.
You people are all horrible, I can't believe what I'm hearing.
I should be scared but I'm too angry to feel fright.
You're going to kill me and you know it isn't right.
Those were my last words, I have nothing else to say.
Except that you'll face God's wrath on Judgement day.
(This fictional poem takes place in the 19th century.)