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I have seen it all,
From inside out and from outside in
and found a vast array of pros and cons—
Which ones to embrace, which ones to discard?
The many faces of fate
The many facets of faith
I have seen the many traits of friendship
The many aspects of love
The many quirks of time
The many blessings and the curse of life
The mystic and the finality of death;
I have seen it all…
The many flaws and foibles of man,
The absence, the secrecy, the silence of God!
~08/17/21
~Contest: Your favorite Aug., 21
~Sponsor: Constance La France
~A Brian Strand contest.
Dead Man’s Prologue
Apologies I can’t be with you all,
I was un-expectantly called away.
Without prior notice or warning,
Urgent meeting with overnight stay.
Thank you for a marvelous turn out,
Deeply honoured, feeling so proud.
Enjoy my life in raucous celebration,
Remembrance of joy, happy crowd.
Surprisingly I made it to Heaven,
To be honest, It’s not bad up here.
We have Wi-Fi and all mod cons,
Even a fridge stocked with cold beer.
Time now to end this broadcast,
Losing connection dear family & friends.
So grateful for the times we shared,
Goodbye now as my mortal life ends.
"Peace comes not from the absence of conflict
in life but from the ability to cope with it."
Quotemaster.Org
All people have experienced inner conflict,
a struggle in the mind and battle with yourself;
a dark shadow- a turmoil of head and heart,
grappling and questioning to make any decisions.
Your thinking is out of balance and not aligned,
it is a negative energy that is heavy on your spirit;
so emotional, so exhausting, and overwhelming,
oh yes, I have questioned myself many times.
I have been full of fear, worry, anxiety, frustration,
that hindered any decisions be they simple or complex;
hesitating about my moral and ethical expectations,
trying to conform with relationships that were doomed.
My self perception suffered and I was full of disgrace,
questioning, what was my place and purpose;
I just stopped sharing my religious and political views,
and knew something had to change so I could move on.
So, I started to acknowledge the conflicts, owning them,
and in a detached way I weighted the pros and cons;
realizing there was no escape but to face the inner conflicts,
and I found a clarity, made a decision and had peace of mind.
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August 16, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Battle Within
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1480-475-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Inner Conflict
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 08/20/2022
First Place
Sopheceles studs chorale the Martyrdom call 'ems
ant-chant Thyme dash and Cheyenne bled-cles
and Mud Squadrorns dove colorblind
Link on-a-role spiked with trail and errs past
Prosed Persident Mar. Argo near Key Bask Lame
22kay ears like Bugs Sunny and Share sin-Gold
may-jar-of-tea of her punched shingles made
class sick of nerds of those Stolen Wars
They kicked-dirt-eyed others
The Survivors Tell-A-Cast close familiars were
Cons in tents and I-glues and tippies of homelessness
that Pros address, re-Moat of the Capitol Hill
Masqued based on perverts of those floral nature
hyper-ethical breathes a gnu presence
that will halve all life kind existent
clueless to the verve climb
The prophetic reel cavity of the Whooping Cranium
hell-bent, Como tally vu: Straght dope,
Comme-ci comme-ca: Same-o same-o,
Je parle un peu francais: Do you speak French?
Heaven-sent, Das ist richtig meinen freunde:
That is right my friends, "Danke schon dahling
danke schon": Thank you darling thank you,
Sprechen si deutsch: Do you speak German?
Affect boredom-lain, racial sophistry
as skin tones raze issues tossing shade
a constant advent for hair-raising accidents
electrocution and the radio activate channel
Kamehameha lost his underwear
and feared the recent conversion of his mythological
ancient high priest HewaHewa of the old gods
heeded Missionaries to overthrow the Heiaus/temples.
My ohana/family Heiau Waha Ula/Red Mouth is Pele's
temple where human sacrifices were done by warriors,
placing those sacrifices' heads on a large rock in the middle
of the Heiau and bashing their head with a heavy club.
Waha Ula Heiau was the last torn down fearing Pele's curse.
After his warriors destroyed Pele's Heiau, on their return
to Kamehameha's Kohala home, several hundred
of warriors died in the lava pit, immortalized in Volcano.
OMG? Can I use MayDay in the month of June?
im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest
still nobody to guillotine and blame
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village
Mistakes are often made by folks who do not think before the act.
If they did then they would see that it's a well known fact.
That those who look before they leap tend to fare much better,
Than those who rush ahead in hopes to capture some great treasure;
Or perhaps some deal may pass and trickle through their fingers,
And later on when they look back they find regret oft lingers,
Long into the days and weeks and oft into the years,
And when it does you'll often find your hind sight blurred by tears.
Most know the future's poorly seen and hind sight's twenty-twenty,
If you don't weigh your pros and cons you'll have regrets aplenty.
Rush head long toward some goal, some long sought after treasure;
Think not what may the future holds and repent at your leisure.
You hear dumb people screaming it
all over the networks today,
latest excuse for censorship,
“Hate speech! Hate Speech!” they always say.
They’ve even pushed some governments
to think that it’s a real thing,
politicos lusting for power
are only too eager in helping.
A true Orwellian idea,
every busy-body’s greatest wish;
but there’s no such thing as ‘Hate Speech,’
you’re scum if you think that there is.
Free speech has been long protected,
and there is good reason for that,
public exchange of all ideas
is what weeds the good from the bad.
Did not free speech allow debate
on whether the slaves should be free?
Did not the south deem it ‘hateful’
when call on their hypocrisy?
Did not it allow Jim Crow’s lash
to be dragged out into the light?
Can the woke cultists of today
be so utterly sure they’re correct?
Or with free speech are they afraid
that they’re evil might just be next?
Because the way they act these days
one cruel fact cannot be ignored,
had social media existed
Abe Lincoln would have been censored.
To dare speak out on freeing slaves
would have been seen as a real risk;
but there’s no such things as ‘Hate Speech,’
you’re scum if you think that there is.
Free speech must play the social role
of showing uncomfortable truths,
like a parent using tough love
to impart something to the youth.
You say Gender Dysphoria
increases chance of suicide,
they blather that you are ‘hateful,’
they’d rather let those people die.
You point our single motherhood
destroys children in the long run,
they scream out that you ‘hate women!
What’s wrong is a girl has some fun?
But school shooters and locked-up cons
all seem to come from broken homes,
depression, drop-outs, job failure
these correlations are well-known.
We used to speak about such things,
to save our daughters from this fate,
now society falls apart
because dumb leftists call it ‘hate.’
If it can’t be called to account
the destructiveness will persist;
there is no such thing as hate speech,
you’re scum if you think that there is.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But in this land way ‘Down Under’ our seasons are ‘out of whack’
July is Aussie winter while in December it's scorching hot
Those Three Wise Men may know the reason but then again maybe not!
A time for relaxing with family and friends spreading the good cheer
Sip a glass of Lilly Pilli wine or toast with a VB beer
Frosty Christmas in December - for some it seems so right
Tinsel and baubles festooned - Oh what a delightful sight
Presents around the Christmas tree decked with lights and holly
Cheery little Santa’s look so happy and so jolly
In December air-cons turned cold mimicking our winter in July
When Santa rode his sleigh down south to Oz coming from the land up high
With a Ho Ho Ho he now powers his jet ski - riding mighty waves
He coasts straight onto our golden sands joining parting people and raves
Remember my friends it is a time filled with Peace and Joy
To commemorate the Special Birth of a Baby Boy
Worry not friends we don’t miss out on all that wintry good cheer
For you see folks here in OZ - Christmas always comes twice a year
Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means hearty food like roasts, and warm drinks in front of fireplaces and bonfires. Don’t be alarmed folks! – Just for the record, here in Oz we have a second helping and do celebrate Christmas on 25th December with the rest of the world.
~‘out of whack’ - An Aussie term for ‘Out of Sync’~
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Synopsis from the composer of the song and clip -
"The Aussie Christmas Song" by Batesy. Published on Dec 18, 2012
‘One Christmas eve I was singing carols about dashing through the snow & a white Christmas and thought "Aussies don't have snow at Christmas" and it was also 30 degrees outside, so The Aussie Christmas Song was born, it's about sun, sand, backyard cricket, pavlova, and a cold beer - Ah!! - Sing along!!!’
For Timothy Lee
The soulful whisper of love’s promise bore an
enthused mood when it softly clued me love assured.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak
soothing assurances I innocently absorbed as honest
but I was only nine when those promise words occurred.
Decades hence, I have ridden attractions to passions
that proved to be romantic cons dressed in love’s
fashions. Such snagged me in years of love commitment
stress battles that dysfunction ultimately throttled. I was
left with only brutal pains, numb dreams and traumatic
regrets as darkly grey stretched by threats of lonely.
Then came your engaging grin and blue-eyed smile.
Any thought of charade vanished when you displayed
such a steadfast pursuit that my cynical came loose.
Our soul’s mirrored love has long shown soulmate impacts
as proof love’s whispered promise was truth, solidly exact.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak -
'he will have a three-letter name' - I never forgot that share.
The people of the state oppressed
should have a referdum by rights
God given unto them by speech
words draws the sword
To back anything worth considering
on this issue with the pros and cons
highlighted truth a must
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry
exposing side affects
unto the genetic code nothing hidden
as this is an elitist group
Formed by bankers funding
Trying to muscle into world trade
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef
with ill regards to human fatalities
as money is the only agenda
That knows no status or good will
on the table that drives their engine forward
before health is taken into consideration