Long Constanza Poems
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The sand is swept with gleams of light,
pale moonbeams burst where wavelets crest
about sea turtles seeking nest.
Soft seas are flat and calm tonight
beneath the light of stars; on land
she digs an egg womb out of sand.
Before impending winds take flight
the dawn reveals her scrabbled walk
of mother love; how nature talks.
Sea turtle pounded, stormy plight,
small beach creatures in fright, agape;
the loggerhead cannot escape.
A tropical cyclone's sad blight
has swept her nest and eggs apart;
the beach displays her broken heart.
The sand is swept with gleams of light,
soft seas are flat and calm tonight
before impending winds take flight.
Sea turtle pounded, stormy plight,
a topical cyclone's sad blight.
Copyright, November 18, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson
What’s heaven, of which scriptures speak
It is oh hermit, here, within
Known when our heart’s cleansed from erst sin
To know the truth, take a sneak peek
Silence alone shows us the way
Still thought forms and begin to pray
Within our heart, flows God’s bliss creek
It is love and light magnetism
Igniting our mind-body prism
Nectar flows, presence wets its beak
In and around, all that is, is
Existence, consciousness and bliss
We’re the love and light, we did seek
There never was separation
Our soul’s one with God’s creation
What’s heaven, of which scriptures speak
To know the truth, take a sneak peek
Within our heart, flows God’s bliss creek
Nectar flows, presence wets its beak
We’re the love and light, we did seek
01-February-2023
Constanza (invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
How Does The Soul Enter Heaven? Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Twilight comes with the crescent moon
As street lights flicker in the dusk
The night's approach is rather brusk
Stars will begin to twinkle soon
And the sound of a distant train
Makes a noisy yet sad refrain
A roll of thunder rattles spoons
Lightening rips across the sky
The sound of rain is heard nearby
As barn owls hoot and crickets croon
Bedtime stories are being told
As children listen brave and bold
The night lights up as fireflies swoon
While nature sings her lullaby
Sweet slumber calls and dreams reply
~
Twilight comes with the crescent moon
Stars will begin to twinkle soon
A roll of thunder rattles spoons
As barn owls hoot and crickets croon
The night lights up as fireflies swoon
Summertime meals are delicious
sandwiches with sliced tomatoes
green beans cooked with new potatoes
Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
garden vegetables and fruits
a mixture of tubers and roots
Meals are often expeditious
hotdogs and burgers on the grill
homemade ice cream an added thrill
Barbecues can be ambitious
preparation of sauce and meat
could be hours until time to eat
Summer desserts are capricious
peach cobblers or watermelons
freshly cut honeydew melons
Cool drinks can be adventitious
house special mama's ice tea sweet
or lemonade to beat the heat
Summertime meals are delicious
Homegrown, healthy and nutritious
Meals are often expeditious
Barbecues can be ambitious
Summer desserts are capricious
Cool drinks can be adventitious
July 13, 2018
New Constanza Contest by Emile Pinet
Fifth Place
Constanza
The Constanza created by Connie Marcum Wong consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line eight syllables. All the first lines of all the stanzas form an independent poem as the rest of the poem expresses a deeper meaning. The first lines are in mono-rhyme while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together. Rhyme scheme: a/b/b a/c/c a/d/d a/e/e a/f/f........etc. And the end verse is made up of the first lines of all the previous verses combined.
Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.
Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea you slowly dyke.
Your ambrosial waters so cleared
granting boon to even sinners
writing history of winners
Oh Ganga! river so revered
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
Together all joyously cheered
Your ambrosial waters so cleared.
Note:
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati rivers' confluence takes place at Triveni near Allahabad. This confluence is also called Sangam in Hindi.
25.7.2020
“Made in God’s image, we are love and light ~
Within us are all stars, we see at night”
~ quote by poet
Secrets divine, today we’ll share
We’re far more than what does appear
Come, let us shift into high gear
Allow not thought forms to ensnare
Entwine with universal mind
Unless third eye opens, we’re blind
Clear light dawns, when head and heart pair
We then become the all-that-is
Existence, consciousness and bliss
We have come here, to breathe fresh air
Love and light is our quintessence
We’re one with God’s luminescence
Soul’s a light cluster, self-aware
We’re a hologram of the whole
Here on earth, playing our life role
Secrets divine, today we’ll share
Allow not thought forms to ensnare
Clear light dawns, when head and heart pair
We have come here, to breathe fresh air
Soul’s a light cluster, self-aware
03-February-2023
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Constanza (invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
You trail the parkway with your grace
Lusciousness of weeping willows
Gentle breeze with sways and billows
Surreal beyond commonplace
Lavish greens beckon and entice
With promises of paradise
You reach out in a strong embrace
Seductive alluring sultry
Hypnotic brush of artistry
Much how a mermaid would enlace
Take our breath away with her charm
So coyly beguile and disarm
And to reverie you give chase
Somersetting and minuetting
in this most idyllic setting
You trail the parkway with your grace
Surreal beyond the commonplace
You reach out in a strong embrace
Much how a mermaid would enlace
And to reverie you give chase
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest NEW CONSTANZA sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
I stood inside the woods i'd found;
I'd never ventured there before
when strolling past the stretch of moor.
The leaves were scattered far around.
Alone, I laughed and felt such joy,
enchanted like a little boy.
I shuffled them into a mound.
I closed my eyes and felt serene,
the calmest I had ever been.
The colours pretty on the ground,
surrounding trees were almost bare.
My troubles left me, standing there.
They fluttered down without a sound,
but rustled as I walked and ran.
I left that place a diff'rent man.
I stood inside the woods I'd found,
the leaves were scattered far around,
I shuffled them into a mound,
the colours pretty on the ground,
they fluttered down without a sound.
written 17th September for Suzanne's Autumn Constanza contest
I don't think I've tried this form before & wish I could tell Connie how much I love it
Beside the surf she lay, a heap
Of broken hope, like bones, now crushed
And burning lips, forever hushed.
From eyes to sea, her briny weep
Gave solemn witness to her fears
The love now draining with her tears.
Thus bled her heart into the deep
With love that spoiled in other arms
Abiding not its throbbing harms.
To there, perhaps, imbue it sleep
For pain was all that coursed within
Yet fathoms, black, would drown its sin
Or dark and still, its secrets, keep
A passion's crime that stained her red
Her love, his lover ... cold and dead.
Beside the surf she lay, a heap
From eye to sea, her briny weep
Thus bled her heart into the deep
To there, perhaps, imbue it sleep
Or dark and still, its secrets, keep.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Premiere Contest Number 370" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
* SECOND PLACE in the "Constanza" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor. *
Memories of Maryland
I woke up in a pleasant dream
with unfamiliar sights at hand
so far away from my known land.
A wooded forest by a stream
and all around the rolling hills,
my weary mind, with comfort fills.
The air about with nature teems
as birds, their soothing songs, display,
and deer and squirrels and chipmunks play.
Sun’s warming rays through treetops gleam
and light my way with Summer’s smile
if only for a little while.
And I, myself, have verve redeemed
as deep within, my dreams renewed,
and now, like sun, the beams exude.
I woke up in a pleasant dream,
a wooded forest by a stream,
the air about with nature teems,
sun’s gentle rays through treetops gleam,
and I, myself, have verve redeemed.
July 4, 2021
Constanza
This poem was inspired by our recent trip to Lake Linganore, Maryland
to visit our dear friends Cheryl and Bobby. I was quite taken by the
beautiful countryside of Maryland.