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Summer flower beautiful and delightful
Under the sun glowing so happily
Nectar for bees and seeds for birds
Found growing wild in meadows or tamed in gardens
Life giving rays of the sun is what it desires
On a rainy day it nods it's pretty head
Wonderful bright rays of sunshine blooming
Everlasting and hopeful
Revered by God
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May 25, 2021
Poetry/Acrostic/SUNFLOWER
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-099-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Sunflower
sponsor, Malabika Ray Choudhury, Judged 06/01/2021
First Place
S uperseding all flowers and alluring of all and audaciou s
U ltra-vibrantly attracting all creatures and bidding adie u
N ational flower - and thus you are Ukrainian and Russia n
F ervently reaching the zenith of the sun’s benedictional clif f
L oyally blossoming the love of Apollo; thus a mythical symbo l
O utstanding with gifts of foods, fodders and feeding scenari o
W edded with thousands of florets intertwined in an idyllic flo w
E ternally healing incurable illnesses and ending many an ach e
R adiantly reflecting Mother Nature’s miraculously pure powe r
22 May 2021
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Over eighty years ago, my father
made a miniature Model T Ford
from scratch to scale out of
paper, paint, cardboard, wire and glue.
He could cradle it in his palm
the size of a small teapot,
half globe used like a cake cover,
glossy black chassis, red trim,
a circular base of green felt.
Posing like a shiny eight ball
waiting to be struck by
our pent up kid hands.
We pined to push it across
the basement linoleum floor.
But never could.
Keeping us back was the glassy globe
and Grandmother Lil's wary warning,
"Children, look but don't touch".
Same stern voice our mother heard
many times growing up,
we knew she meant business.
So when arriving at Grandmother's,
we'd march to its stately shelf
in parochial school procession
fascinated with this classic in glass.
As little more than toddlers,
we knew nothing of the "Tin Lizzie" saga.
So impressionable was I in the 1950s,
could there be a secret world in there?
I wanted to go in. But never could.
Didn't lift that glass till my mid-forties.
By then, the model was too fragile to touch.
Like an old, dried leaf ready to crumble.
It reminded me of those snowflake globes,
if turned upside down, snow scatters.
The wonderment of my dad's deft hands,
his piercing blue eyes focused on crafting -
bending, cutting, painting, gluing each part.
Thinking of what he was thinking then.
Concentrating more, I feel his essence -
his scent, his voice, his humor, his breath.
Today, when I recall the car in the globe,
I see a tiny cosmos, a bubble much like
the one I create to protect my privilege now.
Grasping for solace in other worlds is
a childish ambition only achieved in delusion.
Through the globe, my father still speaks.
Sometimes my eyes get glassy to think of it.
2/27/20 written
A Tender Moment From Childhood
Sponsor: Malaika Ray Choudhury
Facing a street kid pleading for bread, I was gripped with mixed feelings, especially that I had in my possession purchased goods for our orphanage from a grocery with this label: “the good life you can afford.” Oh, the social worker in me could not escape being confronted with this question: “Why does a child have to beg for a basic necessity... when it can be afforded?” By God’s grace, I have settled myself with the answer while fulfilling my commitment.
emotions clashing
grieved midst reality angst~~~
still love* and care reign
* 1John 3:17 But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
April 17, 2021
2nd place, "Moments Of Reflections - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 5/11/2021.
Smile-spot scintillates on the path of every passer-by,
Unfurling petals are showers from a day’s blissful sunrise;
Nymph-like wonder beyond the pleasure of our eyes,
Flailing triumphant joy for every human to hope - fly!
Luxuriant embellishment, usually carpeting a field,
Ornament along the aisle, mobile booth-parade’s grand frill,
Witness of grandiose affairs, when love of two hearts sealed;
Everlasting love of God shines brightly through
Relentless blooming of this celestial beauty-thrill.
May 27, 2021 8.58am
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
Place: 3
Judged: May 31,2021
Long ago I was given a medallion, a gift from a beautiful women
when she gave it she said "remember"
Whenever I look at it, I remember
The night, the music, the snow falling outside, the frosted windows
This medallion has a flower engraved on it, with the word love
When I look at the medallion a song plays in my head
a beautiful piece of music called Europa, it haunts me still
A night when love was held like a beautiful painting
by two souls lost seeking fire with hearts of caged emotion
where a timeless sense of forever was burned
into the fabric of our wants and needs
I can still smell her perfume, still, feel the smoothness of silk
still see the candles flickering she lit before playing Europa
On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight
in a glimmering glow
She led me into an unknown world with a smile
where every sense was opened and spilled
Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one
The night I was taught romantic theater
by a beautiful woman and her music
3/14/21 contest I Remember
sponsor Malabika Ray Choudhury
Some years ago, I moved North of the Bay and East of the Sea.
Unable to stay any longer in the City by The Bay, we moved away.
Needless to say, It wasn't about 'smarts', but about 'needing to eat'.
For the further one got from that Bay, the more affordable life became.
Little did we know at the time, our new abode would be our home for so long.
Of places we've called home, none surpasses the 'feel of home' we feel here.
Where is home really, if no rivers run through it or heat waves don't put the
fear of God in you?
Each sunflower and the seeds it bears also call it home, attesting that 'there's
no place like home'.
Rest assured and inform lovers of sunflower seeds that the water is scarce,
but sunflowers thrive.
052121PSCtest, Sunflower, Malabika Ray Choudhury
Time too has legs;
And they march forward incessantly;
While discharging their duty, they let us know…
How silently minutes and hours pass by;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
How to be active, and kindle the lives of others,
By ever spreading the tick-tock sound on all sides…
And how to awaken the people fast asleep,
By striking the hours at regular intervals;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
Time is so smart;
It’s not at our beck and call,
All our attempts to arrest it prove futile…
Instead, it’s we who have to run after it;
The clock on my wall tells it to me.
Title of the poem: “GADIYARAM CHUSTE TELISINDI’
Author of the poem: My own composition in ‘Telugu’, a South Indian language.
Inspired By A Translation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date: 29-11-2021
PLACE: 1st
I was a child, yes, even little old me,
curious and happy, my smile wild with glee.
But at the tender age of seven,
I learnt that family go to heaven.
My aunt, a distant, great, great one,
who I'm told baked Welsh cakes second to none,
passed on by in her sleep,
no sickness, no hospital stay or cardiac bleep.
Too young to mourn my mother said,
too far to go for distant dead.
To be honest, it wasn't until that time,
that I learnt about my family's line.
My grandad had two sisters see,
each as unique as one could be.
One died some time before my birth,
now sadly this aunt was laid in earth.
Yet, along came a parcel, a letter, a note,
'To Charlotte' , from 'Uncle Sam' it wrote.
The parcel, I opened, like any young child,
ripping at the packaging, like kid gone wild.
Inside was a teddy bear, my aunt had owned,
given at the same age as me, seven years old.
The letter was written in cursive, neat, aligned,
with a twenty pound note, how beyond kind?
It said 'use on something you will treasure,
please write me a letter, at your leisure'.
Who would have known that I'd do just that,
buying a fishing rod, a reel, tackle and hat.
And sooner than later we visited, on my request,
he greeted us, in wellies, lumberjack shirt and vest.
Such a marvellous man, such stories he told,
from sheep stealing dinners to finding lost gold.
A friendship of two, age didn't matter,
we were both unique, quirky, mad as a hatter.
Fast forward ten years, he is so gravely ill,
me at his beside, in the hospital on the hill.
I speak of stories, now tales of my own,
a distraction from his internal body groan.
I hug, I smile, bless him for his love,
and that next morning he was called above.
Through bereavement and loss, I gained a friend,
we remained close right until the end.
Love like that, so unique, and so raw,
changed my whole outlook down to the core.
My heart still skips, like I was seven,
when I reminisce about my uncle, now in heaven.
06.05.2021
Tender moment as a child contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
I have my ritual. Before turning off the lights. I clear my head of the day. It’s good to rest. My bed faces the moon out my window and your photo. I talk to you; you don’t answer but I know you hear me. Wherever you are. I know you’re there. Somewhere.
in the dark of night
memories are all I have
with you gone
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on April 12, 2021 for contest MOMENTS OF REFLECTIONS - HAIBUN sponsored by MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY - RANKED 2ND