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We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin
Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin
A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead
Transformed rapture to quicksilver the instant Cupid fled
A moment held, made static, tender touch met with distress
For seeded in her veins, lies a stem of the wilderness
Pursuit stalled just in time, yet time itself recalibrates
Supplanted upon breaking, a laurel shoot germinates
Oh, what should have been the faintest touch cannot be undone
Rooted in the throes of escape, bound to bask in full sun
Sinews harden to fibre, each pulse springs a bonsai tree
Bark chokes her voice box; silent screams nest in the canopy
Locked in abjection, as her praying hands first plead then splay
As liberty, though not consciousness, is taken away
Overruled in evergreen, contortion as regal crown
Petrified white marble shall become her eternal gown
In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, the god Apollo mocks Cupid for wielding a bow, claiming it unworthy of a child. In retaliation, Cupid shoots Apollo with a golden arrow to ignite love, and Daphne a chaste nymph with a leaden one to incite revulsion. Though innocent, Daphne becomes the target of Apollo’s relentless pursuit. Just as he is about to seize her, she prays for escape, and her body is transformed into a laurel tree. Bernini’s stunning sculpture captures the precise moment of this metamorphosis
When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
There are some sad things that happen,
and here is a story of love broken . . .
Maureen lived in a small quaint house,
with her dog, hens and maybe a mouse;
but she was getting old and forgetful,
and Molly her dog was also old and feeble.
Maureen's health declined and she became needful,
now, neighbors take old Molly for a walk,
the hens were sold- hope not for the cookpot;
in a care home Maureen just looks at the clock.
This tale of sadness doesn't end right there,
with old Maureen alone, no one to care;
a carer moved in there, to cook and clean:
Maureen is now the happiest I've seen!
The carer Pascale is so very kind;
she doesn't mind Maureen has lost her mind;
they go on walks in parks, the dog behind,
or tea in cafes, rides by bus or train . . .
She loves to stay inside her own domain;
an end for sure to all Maureen's old pain!
As for the hens- they all have found a forever home.
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February 11, 2018
Collaboration between Broken Wings and Jack Horne
Poetry/Rhyme/True Story/Maureen, Molly and Hens
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9936-52-01
All Rights Reserved. Collaboration
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
We’ve come a long way since the early days of man,
But, from a moral point of view, there’s still a lot to learn.
We’ll never have all the answers in the palm of our hand.
The right to more forward as a people has to be earned.
No one’s concerned unless there’s gain or benefit.
If you sow in the dark, you shall reap in the light.
Let’s supply a helping hand to fellow man & then forget.
Being led by love in our deeds helps one to sleep at night.
After a full night of rest, in the morning when we wake,
Our thoughts begin anew and our conscience is clear.
Knowing right from wrong and which path to take
Is what guides us through a world with so much to fear.
Words spoken with caution, careful not to offend.
Hidden agendas & smiles with ulterior motives.
Aware of the flattery present and the message we send,
Sincerity nearly extinct and only few take notice.
Not a day since you left me sister-
does my h e a r t not WEEP a thousand sorrows,
oh, sister love my TEARS could fill an ocean blue.
I stand at your T O M B and wonder of what could have been,
and recall how PEACEFUL you were in r e p o s e ,
hands in prayer, rosy lips and cheeks, oh how BEAUTIFUL!
Perfectly lovely except you were quite dead, QUITE dead . . .
Neither, from the deepest S H A D O W S in my SOUL , sister-
can I silence the sweet sound of your voice,
how I wish to s i n g with you songs of J O Y
that I so affectionately remember as I whisper at your grave.
Sister dear, I smile FORLORN and l o n e l y
with faded m e m o r i e s of you and I return to haunting vivid thoughts.
W E were but children when you went away . . .
As I brush the vines from the stone I wonder, sister-
would Y O U do the same if it were ME lying there,
so C L O S E we were when we were young.
The moss on your tomb is soft in the morning mist;
it reminds me of your s k i n when last I TOUCHED you,
s m o o t h and c o o l as your head lay tenderly on that small pillow.
oh, beautiful d r e a m e r do you dream of me in heaven above . . .
And when my days on this EARTH end sister-
will you be there at the golden g a t e to welcome me home,
and take my HAND in yours just like you used to.
Can we s t r o l l heaven's gardens together,
and sit side-by-side on the grass w h i s p e r i n g silly secrets . . .
I touch your name ENGRAVED deep into the cold stone,
and my heart b l e e d s again and again, each time . . .
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July 5, 2017
Poetry/Verse/My Sister Love
Copyright Protected, ID 07-9181-22-05
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
In Collaboration with James Inman
Written for the Standard Collaboration Contest
sponsor, Jan Allison07, Judged/2017
Second Place
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
A collaboration with my brother-in-law, Andrew Pennell (AJP)
The fiery rose is my blossoming love
God's love is like the fiery, passionate rose that I give you gratefully
My love is strong and mighty like a graceful knight
The fire on the scarlet rose is the strength of my love
The rose is the rock of the base that I hand to you as a beloved gift
You are my rock that supports me and you never crumble into sand
The redness of your cheeks - it blossoms so sweet, so eloquently, so lovely with wild passion.
You built me up with your avalanching grace and sacred wisdom
Our love keeps on scorching enthusiastically
Like a black and white checkered stallion by the name of Spirit of Delight
You brought us together like a complicated puzzle
Our bond is stronger than the finest steel on Earth
You enrapture me with your pure beauty,
glowing aflame with fire licks and fireworks
The fiery rose will be your bouquet of stars in no time
This time spent with each other eye to eye is simply sublime
Stars do sparkle bright when you walk and run by my side always and forever
You repaired my state of mind...
I'm astonished by your fantastic flight
God has concealed our love in a safe dwelling called Heavenly Haven
The Lord has preserved it like a rose,
burning intensely and gloriously in a glass globe
Falling in love with a stranger,
an eye to eye encounter
as autumn's winds oscillate
maple's vibrant red foliage
and horizon's hues foretell
sun's imminent departure.
A sketch on wispy pastures
proposing a kiss of passion
freezes your posture
as moon peeks with compassion
amid birds' winter migration
silently urging your action
for lovers' romantic collaboration.
Like a frozen night in autumn
you ache for sun's arrival,
yet you never said hello,
not even a second glance,
sensing your blatant reticence
she gracefully turns around.
Like the barren trees of fall
you stood your ground
without a sound, immobile
not even a parting smile.
But feelings tug spirit
having heard the lyrics
of a beautiful festive melody:
a cadence never ending,
which love did recite
but mortals couldn't write.
Image etched ignites
on fall's starry night
a mosaic mat of fallen leaves
spurring entire being
to surrender to love
urging you to emote
when she comes calling
for one more encounter
drowning you in ecstasy
even if it turns out to be
a cold autumn breeze
or rapture of a blessed plea
earthly or celestial
or just a beautiful dream.
First Place Win
September 21, 2017
Autumn Romance
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly..........
Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
Fire colabs from here to infinity
you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality
we're in another galaxy
you've barely the ability of a fetus
how dare you compete with us
and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap
put your dick between your legs and make a tail
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail,
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
with terrible stale dribble
that you squiggle
all brainless and minimal
like an unevolved mammal
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable,
I desire a quick fire high flyer
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school.
collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
where did love go
when it left the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that slept beside me
no longer seems beside me
and arguments have left me all alone
with my misdeeds, mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words were thrown
and the point of no return has been past
it was the final argument, surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
do my feelings for God's law show contempt
are my emotional atachments so inept
on i blundered so bereft
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i'd clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
where my vows to you are still espoused
safe from words that criticize
and all opinions that epitomize
the man hid behind the guise
of hatred and feelings he despises
against love our realities compromised
our romance was not successfully visualized
not alone, i have come to realize loves neglect
our doom and demise
farewell, to the not so distant past
hello to the despair at last
with heart felt destain do we crash
remembereing our love past
(Collaboration between D. G. and J.H.L )
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