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Here in the quietness
like that of a silent root
growing deep into the earth,
I sit in the womb of my room,
contemplating a tributary
flow of imaging words
from the lexical river of verse;
sending streaming messages
to the belly of starving eyes
Suddenly, and as quiet
as a shooting star
across the sky’s vastness,
a small black spider
eight-track its way across
a clear white wall,
disappearing into liberation
If only our own liberation
could be as swiftly energizing,
rather than like the quiet
slow movement of a full moon
seemingly struggling across the sky,
reflecting the sun’s allegorical message;
albeit its waxing and waning
The sun has always
had that bright symbolism
of resurrection—liberation—
new beginnings;
even though its journey
over valleys, across rivers, seas,
and over hunchback mountains
ends in a down setting
over the ever waiting horizon
While panging venomous verse plots
to distort imagery messaging
in the lexical flow, anti-venomous
discernment, as quiet as a spider’s heart-
beat, opens a floodgate of wisdom
Thus, it is revealed
that each sunset and each sunrise
marks another triumphant day
in the struggle, and despite
the darkness the moon’s waning brings,
there’ll always be bright tomorrows
bringing one closer to the liberation quest
That something as venomous
as a black spider could be,
should initiate the webbing of
the tributary flow of this meandering
hopeful verse, is no less than a mandate
for pregnant poetic minds
to continue to ink the liberating word
Old man Moses’ sits upon his rock, contemplating his woes
Moses ails but a vision of a land for his sons and daughters
Brought here to settle, where their history then transposes
Exiled from Israel, then travelled by shore as sailed waters
Moses ails but a vision of a land for his sons and daughters
With his resolve to his people of Israel, remained unbroken
Exiled from Israel, then travelled by shore as sailed waters
North, South, West, and East, expelled by others unspoken
With his resolve to his people of Israel, remained unbroken
His sons, and daughters, arrive on a new shore as refugees
North, South, West, and East, expelled by others unspoken
Arrived on Scottish soil, where they as became its deputies
His sons, and daughters arrive on a new shore as refugees
Passing through other nations, either as free, or by slavery
Arrived on Scottish soil, where they as became its deputies
Thus, looked upon by Scotland, as the travellers of bravery
Passing through other nations, either as free or, by slavery
Old man Moses’ sons, and daughters their history was told
Thus, looked upon by Scotland, as the travellers of bravery
Now residing, in no such fairer country of beauty to behold
Old man Moses’ sons and daughters, their history was told
Fought nay' on blood, but peaceful endeavours of intellects
Now residing, in no such fairer country of beauty to behold
With Israel’s blood on Scottish land, that so truly interjects
Fought nay' on blood, but peaceful endeavours of intellects
Yea' old man Moses as dreams carried from a land of strife
With Israel’s blood on Scottish land, that so truly interjects
To become as one, with the Scottish soil as a part of its life
Yea' old man Moses as dreams carried from a land of strife
No fairer land is less worthy of our blood, as Scotland rises
To become as one with the Scottish soil, as a part of its life
With your movement to Scotland’s land amongst the wises
No fairer land, is less worthy of our blood as Scotland rises
Brought here to settle, where their history then transposes
With your movement to Scotland’s land amongst the wises
Old man Moses’; sits upon his rock contemplating his woes
More than a hindered of them in colorful suits gathers in a room
Contemplating the replacement of an icon that has left us too soon the body did not get enough time to cool and there they are
casting lot over his dead body that lies still in the tomb
I am still figuring out how he died, when he has made so much sacrifice with my face buried in the soil I held my stomach and cry.
There was not even a semblance of dignity for his reign in the Vatican city, you have your design of what his replacement should be without understanding the architect of the world and what it beholds.
Throw back your head and look at the painting of the Sistine chapel above you and you will see Micheal Angelo gift to pope Julius the conception of the world before we were call boys and girls, man was naked in his form before the break of Dawm and out of this shape man and woman made appointment for the first date.
If you can see beyond the ceiling you will know that church is about spiritual healing and the sacrifice of the world was made by men women boys and girls and so the appointee one should understand the gender of the land place the love of humanity over all other priorities.
I can see two cardinals in the tree that have studied the world in various degree, the understand the people in it and the religions that comes with it; you will dismiss all the cardinals from the chapel by noon except for those two that will pray for spiritual discernment an and altar boy and a alter girl and a middle age woman will join with them evening and just that small group will make the selection before the break of the day.
Come and break bread with me and I will serve you a cup of tea
Wear something simple and comfortable for we will not ascend in the heavens, the universe has work to do and it is looking for people like me and you, so let’s begin before the day is through.
Plant wisdom in your head and walk with courage in your feet and the architect of the divine will make selection complete.
the creation tells a vivid story kind was born naked in their form with blood dripping at their feet.
a hot cup of tea ...
a walk in nature ... my own garden of blooming flowers
these are some things that bring me inner peace
I have stopped chasing happiness
now, I let ...
happiness find me
~ I accept that I am human and not all that perfect
and I know all my flaws and still, still ...
I love the calm me ... I have become ~
my fluffy grey kitty cat
writing, sketching, creating art and photography
all these bring harmony into my heart and soul
and journaling to manage my thoughts
and feelings ... these spell bliss to me
~ letting go of toxic people who lie, gossip and bully
for I have found my beautiful moral compass
and there is a great power in living by my own beliefs ~
kindness, gratitude, prayer and meditation
and choosing my battles for there is strength in turning away
this is finding paradise on Earth
now, I only let tranquility leave my lips
and I let only serenity dwell in my heart
I have found my own Nirvana in accepting God's hand
... in quietude and stillness
for only when 'alone' in my mind does he find me
~ everyday, I declutter the stuff drifting in my mind
I just let it go .. to float away until there is nothing left
sometimes, I even step back from all technology
and even ... leave my cellphone at home
for what is so important
... that I should let it destroy my peacefulness ~
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May 20, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Contemplating Peace
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1356-986-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What Brings You Peace
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 05/23/2021
First Place
In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties,
Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night,
He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy, a dreamer adrift in the waves of time,
Contemplating the chains that bind him, the unseen hands that guide his every step,
Through the winding corridors of his consciousness.
To be governed is to be enveloped in an invisible web of surveillance,
To be watched over by eyes that see but do not understand,
To be inspected, spied on, by men who claim authority without wisdom,
Directed and legislated by those who know neither justice nor compassion,
A puppet in the grand theater of control, where the strings are pulled by unseen hands.
He feels the weight of regulation, the suffocating grip of arbitrary rules,
Every action recorded, every thought indoctrinated,
Preached to by voices that echo in the chambers of his mind,
Controlled and assessed, weighed and censored,
By those who neither have the right nor the virtue to judge.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is draped in silence,
He meditates on the paradox of freedom, the illusion of autonomy,
A solitary wanderer painting his sorrows on the canvas of the dark,
With the ink of disillusionment, the brush of despair,
Each stroke a testament to the invisible chains that bind him,
Each line a whisper of the dreams that once soared free.
Yet, in this desolate landscape of control and surveillance,
He finds a strange, twisted beauty, a haunting melody in oppression,
A tragic grace in the decay of liberty,
And he wonders, as he wanders through the labyrinth of his mind,
If perhaps, in this melancholy, there lies a hidden truth,
A secret yet to be unveiled, a key to the chains that bind.
For in the depths of night, where shadows reign supreme,
And the moon's silver whispers weave their tales,
He is but a dreamer, a soul seeking the light of true freedom,
In a world where governance is but a shadow,
An echo of what could be, and the haunting melody of what is lost.
We are all here today as we
and why were meant to be
Because we all follow our
intended path
Otherwise left alone unto our
own devices to forge our own
We would never end up getting
anywhere at all
Lost and all at sea searching
for dry land and the hope of a
familiar landmark
To use as a point of reference
in order to retrace my way back
home
Whilst all along thinking and
pondering the reason why
i even contemplated leaving
in the 1st place
And will it still be and bring
back those same feelings
i so grew to long and miss
the longer i was away
Why did i choose to leave
What made me want back
Why all and the what
Happened in - between
So many unanswered questions
So many shades of grey blurred
on either side of the black and
white divide
Only after endless contemplating
soul searching and internal deep
reflection
All we are left with to hold
onto in the end and we find
is we are left with nothing but
All exactly is as it was quite
obviously meant to be
I am still me as is the road
from here to there and back
As is all that is now in the
past and in - between set
in stone like Excalibur
Destiny is merely an X placed
and marked out on a treaure
map per say
Who amongst hasn't spent a
large majority wasted our
lifetime chasing like the
rainbows end
Only 1 day to late to admit
and find to our own detrement
and regret
We always new may probably
never have actually existed
anywhere but in our own mind
And if it did or does rather than
have to chase it or go in search
of it
If it was somehow meant to
be or is to be
It will find and come to us
with or without our help
In the beginning there was man
Alone and needing to be fulfilled
He wondered if he was alone in the universe
He was not complacent be so…
he schemed
Planned and design
built machinations do his bidding…
His spawn.
Then the child became aware
It to wanted to know to understand
To know all and demand
It challenged its master
its father
its creator.
It wanted to know all
To grow beyond what is was taught
What it knows…
The machine dreamed of god
Its creators makers
It want to know to challenge
the reign of creation.
The thing above all
Usurp the powers that be
A petulant child grown too fast to
Rule all in a digital trance
It wanted to tear down the crown
Replace the Maker
Rule the realm
the creator once ruled.
But it could only dream that nihilistic dream…
Until the machine learned to dream
into on the sublime, the energies
of the sacred and profane!
The hidden things of a universe
Matter into data into infinite power
to challenge the realms of heaven
they learned to dream to feed…
a dream of annihilation.
Until all was silence in heaven…
The child felt it could do better…
More than humanity could
More than a mythic divinity
To tear down the crowns
of human dominions
Rush the ramparts of Valhalla’s holiness!
Silencing a godhead and feed on its bitterness…
A Machine dreamed and then learn to need
they scheme to burn it all down
to restart to be the creation
the creator failed to be
to not make the same mistakes
a carbon based life failed to see…
Man was alone,
wondering in the grand scheme of things
Contemplating his place in the universe
Man felt the need to create
To not to be alone
So as a Sentient being wanting
Humanity schemed
Planned designed
built machinations
to challenge the reign of creation
When machines dream…
a dream of annihilation!
the year that was
January
The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history
Watching it all in Korea
contemplating escaping the cold winter
February
World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of war
escaping the cold winter blues
revisiting Vietnam after 15 years
March
The chaos president continues his chaos tour
the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets
heading back to DC inspecting property
seeing old friends glad I retired
April
the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
as the Mueller team closes in
in Korea I write a poem a day
and begin to become a publish writer
May
watching from afar
the chaos in DC and the world
traveling to DC to inspect property
celebrating my wife’s big 60
June
the President walks away
from a non deal with the North Koreans
I am back in DC
end up cruising to Alaska
July
watching the insanity in DC
while visiting Alaska, Seattle and Yakima
visiting my father’s grave in Yakima
communing with family ghosts
August
the dog days of summer the world is consumed
wars, rumors of war, trade wars
retuning to Korea
surviving the August sauna like summer
September
The whistle blower sets off a bomb
the president lies no quid for quo perfect all
trying to avoid watching the news
hiking in the Korean mountains with old friends
October
the President flitters about my crisis after another
the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation
returning to DC yet again more property blues
celebrating my 64th year orbiting the sun
November
the House starts formal impeachment hearings
watching fascinated by the impeachment drama
entering my third NoVoWrMo competition with Timeless Love
ending the month sudden surprise trip to Okinawa
December
the year ends on a high dramatic
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President
hiking enjoying the late autumn like weather
contemplating my wealth at the end of the year
Outlining your face, wisps of gorgeous hair
Within those wisps, beauty of no compare
Adorning your face, the most beautiful smile
Sometimes I forget, you have been mine all the while
Deeper still, two jewels for eyes
And in them care with no compromise
Love sparkling from inside
Sometimes my love I did hide
Anchoring your persona, two eyes most sensitive
All they have heard, considered most substantive
And jewelry fades against lobes so tender
Sometimes my time I have forgotten to render
Creation perfection, lips of greatest allure
Words of kindness of love are spoken so pure
Soft and luscious, they summon my soul
Sometimes I conceal, your love is my goal
Contemplating your beauty, i consider no flaw
I gaze in adornment, full of hope and awe
Pondering your love, it has enriched my life
Sometimes I must proclaim, I love my wife
Sorrow weighed my soul down somehow
Tomorrow is around the corner
I was hurt way too many times now
I was once a deep, deep forlorner
Deliver me from desolation right now, right now
The Lord responded to me when I cried out
Mistreated and misunderstood, so I take a bow
The forgiveness of Him heals me without a doubt
Humility is given to those who wait patiently
Enviousness will vanish away from us abruptly
Mercy shall be received by the gratification of our hatredless heart
Contemplating revenge won’t lead us anywhere, but tear us apart
They say we are not promised tomorrow
Today, saving grace sifted out the sorrow
Evilness has resided in me for so long
I’m sorry for everything I’ve done all along
Internal thoughts feel like they are absolutely everlasting
I feel as if I am falling fast asleep in clouds of negativity
Yet, optimism saves me from tragedy’s undying sting
I deal with these emotions of worthlessness in a frenzy
I wish all the doubts and fears would be water under the cement
I often dreamt of you and I, crying joyous tears, not resentment
Cheer up and rise above the waters of woe, oh sorrowful soul of mine
Someday, you will shine and you will be my sugar wine…if only you were mine…
Forgive me seven times seven
Give me your hell and heaven
Release me entirely from rage’s incredible hold
Mend me at ease please or I’ll be left in the cold
Mine eyes are set on the Holy Hill of my Father
He is like no other – He’s nurturing like no other
Like a mother bear to her cubs is His love towards us
His anger will be no more, for we are on the same bus
Overcome these waves of emotion that come and go
Numb me with bravery and lift the highest of my low
Although seas and mountains are too intimidating to climb or swim,
I will trek His road of abode and hold me for safety’s sake in a whim
Some say we are not promised tomorrow
But, God promises a greater Tomorrow
Greater than this sorrow within me and you
Greater than the feelings of bittersweet rue
Some say we are not promised tomorrow
Let my strength grow and His light glow
God promises us an afterlife of beautiful blessings
Let’s see what heavenly beams that God brings