Long Constanza Poems
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Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Its white-gray silhouettes pine trees
Floating in moisture feels at ease
Slow misty drops drip dark as night
Coating all trees, shrubs, animals
This eerie scene quite tangible
Quiet in nature a delight
Animals hunkered down; wait time
In den or nest, life seems sublime
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Cold and hunger engross their life
Soon birds will come to feed no strife
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Animals accept each second
Not knowing time their great present
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Slow misty drops, drip dark as night
Quiet in nature a delight
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Written January 02, 2014
Inspired by Craig Cornish
A student came from Mexico.
He was a sweet and friendly guy
just starting out with goals set high.
His spirit seemed to have a glow.
We all could see it in his smile
and how he went the second mile!
In three short months, we saw him grow
from level one to level two
with so much more he meant to do.
Alas! What no one could foreknow:
While he was on his holiday,
An accident took him away.
His sudden death; the utter woe
of all his friends, his family,
and his new bride. A tragedy!
Dear Jimmy, we all miss you so,
but you were one who loved the Lord,
and now you’ve gone to your reward.
A student came from Mexico.
His spirit seemed to have a glow.
In three short months we saw him grow.
Alas! What no one could foreknow:
His sudden death, ; the utter woe!
Dear Jimmy, we all miss you so.
Written 1/5/14
For the Constanza Contest of Craig Cornish
It's been a cloudy, flat July
Confined by brittle yellow grass
Crooked fingers of tattered brass
Misty draped mornings, damply dry
A breath of heat escapes the chill
To stir dull blooms, waxy and still
Void of colors of butterflies
From edges of my eyes pass through
Memories in orange and blue
Summer rays in meager supply
Warm rain thinly dabs the willow
Barely touching branches below
Til grace of evening stars comply
by length of lavender twilight
Reviving my soul with delight
It's been a cloudy, flat July
Misty draped mornings, damply dry
Void of colors of butterflies
Summer rays in meager supply
Til grace of evening stars comply
7/26/20
Entered in 'Constanza - Old or New' contest
Judged 09/05/20
I do my best to go with the flow
Yet, I was never meant to be here
Drinking empty words like rancid beer
You sure enjoy putting on a show
Sincerity important to you
Faking it until it seems so true
Older and wiser, there are things I know
Still clinging to how I want things to be
In the end it is all up to me
It's hard to leave but it's time to go
Deep in my heart I know you're not a friend
Enough is enough I cannot pretend
I did my best to go with the flow
You sure enjoyed putting on a show
Older and wiser there are things I know
It was hard to leave but it was time to go
Inspired to write this poem after reading Connie Marcum Wong's Constanza.
Sensing lack, aliveness remiss
Let's look into this together
Why heart's joy ego does smother
What do we feel, what do we miss
Regrets of past, fear of morrow
This then the cause of our sorrow
In staid silence, nothing’s amiss
Poised in stillness within each storm
Divine magnetism pervades form
As renews bliss, God's sublime kiss
We feel within, silent thunder
Joy rising from deep down under
Soul exclaims, I Am, I Am this!
Being simply, God's living light
As renews within, bliss delight
Sensing lack, aliveness remiss
What do we feel, what do we miss
In staid silence, nothing’s amiss
As renews bliss, God's sublime kiss
Soul exclaims, I Am, I Am this!
24-November-2022
Constanza poetry form (invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
I aim for wondrous victory*
Thru my very best by God’s might
In pleasing Him with faith-lit sight!
Midst struggle-fueled misery
I yield to my soul’s Conqueror
Who safeguards me from fear’s terror!
By God’s grace and for His glory
I vanquish guilt that oppresses
And seek peace from Him Who blesses.
While sharing Gospel story
Truth I assert with all my heart
Never from His purpose depart!
To win lives from evil’s fury
I trust my Lord, the change-Doer
Since He can with His great power!
I aim for wondrous victory
Midst struggle-fueled misery
By God’s grace and for His glory
While sharing Gospel story
To win lives from evil’s fury.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
June 14, 2018
15th place, "New Constanza Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 7/16/2018.
What secrets lie within our minds
What wealth of knowledge could be found
What kings of wisdom to be crowned
For those who seek and those who find
The spoils of labors to be shared
Perhaps could mend a world ensnared
I see our lives as intertwined
Connected by the thoughts we yield
A common goal, our minds revealed
A fabric yet to be designed
The consequence of intellect
Where hope and peace could intersect
A feast on which we’ve not yet dined
Imagine what the world could be
Imagine what our minds could see
What secrets lie within our minds
For those who seek and those who find
I see our lives as intertwined
A fabric yet to be designed
A feast on which we’ve not yet dined
11/16/17
For contest: Constanza
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Here by the lake distractions few
My mind feasted on nature’s food
That sets me in a loving mood
The scenes that greets me always new
A perfect place where lovers meet
While some just come to wet their feet
Birdies chirping, grass wet with dew
Squirrels scampering up and down
Dogs stretch their leash their face a frown
All types of fish of different hue
Swimming around ripples they make
Eating the crumb of children’s cake
In the water so cool and blue
Reflection of a sunny sky
Guys on water bikes splashing by
Here by the lake distractions few
The scenes that greets me always new
Birdies chirping grass wet with dew
All types of fish different hue
In the water so cool and blue
For Andrea Dietrich contest: Can you Constanza
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Gathering speed, fear inspired, he’s trapped and he must flee
Eyes bulging, heart bursting, searching, the path that sets him free
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Jumping, falling, climbing, to escape hist horns
Hot young bloods, yet not wanting their mama to be the one that mourns.
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
The bull in ignorance, as he pounds the streets so winding
White and red fill his sight, no way out is he finding.
All for the adrenalin treat
The bull unaware he is the star they all want to admire
His fear, his rage, they are in positions that could be dire…
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
The swarm of red and white divide to the side
He manages to gore a thigh or two, but in victory only death will be his bride.
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
All for the adrenalin treat
The raging bull pounds the hot streets.
© 31/08/2012
Love is my hearts essence, shining,
Our love is perfect like a dream;
Walking hand in hand by a stream.
And my heart speaks of love burning,
The shadows folding around us;
Our kisses and words like stardust.
Without love, life is not living,
The love within us is immortal;
The passion is unchangeable.
Love for us is never fading,
Slowly, silently, now the moon;
The dawn dim, that rose far to soon.
I rest in his arms, trembling,
Words of love falling from my lips;
Tears from my hearts, whispering bliss.
Love is my hearts essence, shining,
And my heart speaks of love burning;
Without love, life is not living,
I rest in his arms, trembling.
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August 26, 2012
Poetry/Constanza/"My Hearts, Whispering Bliss"
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