Long Contemporary Poems
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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It’s New York’s very own,
Making Poetry-Soup his home.
For we all know his caring heart,
From his loving, caring, honest remarks.
Not only does he remodel homes,
His watchful eye loves to roam,
On Poetry-Soup late at night,
To bring us humor and delight.
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That pulls on our heartstrings.
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I read his comments everyday,
And love what he has to say.
Michael Torres you’re our friend,
Someone special I’d recommend.
You’re a kind and loving soul,
That we’ve all come to know.
And a fine contemporary bard,
This poem’s for you, with my regards.
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from one poet to another...Raul Moreno
Who, is beneath the breath it lives
A soul, being of what aspects we walk
In us all, smash a bug; kill a wasp
Just how much does it take pull a trigger
Insane anger from where in it come
Life or death we do what can survive
Threat to our lives, we kill all in hate
Let God sort it out, bury them deeply
In ourselves, a emotion as if a light
But dark, secrets one carries in mind
As wicked as heart thought itself
We are killers, can one really be trusted
Behind the face that smiles conspiring to kill
Kill animals out of spite, ozone fly the sky
Trees bring air, cut like mowing grass
Everything running from death our country flood
Hatred, contemporary world of longing past
Living not days to be, ancestors turn their grave
All was fought, die, initiative to kindness
The heart weakens way of man's steps
What is it that we are not but a killer
That in each a itch, erge to snap
Blow them kingdom come, blood shed streets
Another laid to rest, who gives a thought
Riots rage for killers of their own demise
Found fought in action, they died for cause
Or so they said, crime doesn't pay
Justice was served, killer's day has come
But what are we except we make ourselves
Not the killer but heart where love flows
I have found the light and happy I am
Its the Lamb I trust
It must be all the forgotten lust
I have to take to the heavens
Been writing poetry since I was eleven
Been working on selflessness and being pure
Worried about the future as we his Exodus
This is my life it has no price
I am on the road see through God anything is possible
No relapse to the old me, But I have to admit
Its hard watching everyone else fall to hell's bells
while I am in the book of Life because I've already been scared straight
I wont take the bait
To hate its like being locked in a crate
God always gives me a clean slate
Not to be irate but I am always up late awake
saying a prayer for my little brother
Cracking the safe code to his little heart
All of us are screaming glory to the universe
While the devils rain cloud trembles with sweat
I wont let him get to me God says I am free
Just call me a solder of the cross
Gods the boss and he says I can do this.
"Art washes away from the soul
the dust of everyday life."
Quote by _Picasso
I love to immerse myself in art ...
to submerge my soul ... and saturate my mind
and become engaged and enriched
I am left a more enhanced person
when surrounded with art I am nourished
it shakes the ocean of my sleep
~ I step into an ethereal world of landscapes
and set sail on a journey
when I enter the art gallery ~
adore the European Christian paintings,
the Renaissance and Gothic paintings I love too
even the frames interest me
I am very inspired by Contemporary
there is an interior garden to rest and ponder
and a re-creation of a catholic church to pray
weekly I let my eyes 'drink' it all in
~ while there I visit my friends Monet, Van Gogh,
Botticelli, Bellini, Raphael and Michelangelo
Titan, Rubens, Hogarth, Picasso, Leonardo
and so many more ~
I stand still- my mind on fine threads of thought
and each visit is ... fascinating
... I leave in awe .. full of inspiration
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May 20, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/What Fascinates Me
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1456-616-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fascination and Awe
sponsor, Jeff Kyser, Judged 06/02/2022
(the art is by Monet)
On reflection what do I see?
In contrast to a younger me
do I spy cynicism in my little eye;
perhaps some regret for what could be?
On reflection what have I done?
The path I trod has led me here;
I am in this place, in this moment.
Experienced, yet each day new -
the space, the mood, each cloud formation
an innovation of fresh invention;
every dawn a rebirth; each familiar
familiarity has a contemporary hue.
The rejuvenation of night casting new light;
cleansing, healing each rueful thought.
Awakening in redemption, and grasping new
opportunity left - like a Christmas sack,
bursting with gifts, at the foot of the bed.
So as I tut and shake my head
for what could have been,
I only see what is, and all I have.
No time for reflection or regret,
I seize the day 'Carpe Diem' I say,
collect my sack of new beginnings,
and on my way. Yes, 'Carpe Diem' I say.
A hotel room can be sad and old
but also stylish and contemporary
A room with two beds and a desk
a soft chair and one hard chair
Phone and The Bible in the drawer
Some pictures on the wall of
people or places I do not know
If I open the window, it's just noise
and exhaust the basis of traffic
No give me one night or two
in a cozy little cabin in the woods
Where the bear, fox and moose live
And I can wake up to birds singing beautifully
Hi ... there is a room available for you at the hotel
12.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Amazon cannibal tribes existing.? Past meets present.' Eternity's eyes un-win-king.?
Pizzagate innocuous sounding.' Benn Swann exposing.' He broke medium ranks
Its astounding.' The flesh of humans cooked or raw.' High end labels glinting eyes cried sore, survivours fighting for the
Ones that were lost.' And for self-renewal.?
Thats a lot.' A lot to 'take in' yet we must process.' Rationalize as it was' so it is. Reality
Does much now; un-dress..A right
royal mish-mash and tableaux's most
obscene.. And surprise..Surprise.!
Amazonians at davos Switzerland.? I ask
Consider.? Folks ! Though you might well keen.? Cannibal kings royals and popes.? And a sympathy for the wild tribes.? Just a glimmer.? My senses scream..Today.? Numbness is the danger.' Though I see how it will make a play.' Yet satan the world and
oysters.' Nothing is new; so they say.'
baal is still voracious..Give
The Bible its creedence, its so relevent today.' Do any listen to Tucker Carlson.? Candicel Owens..they have
some contemporary views ' or are you stuck in the ' tv prision ' absorbing re-gurgitated news.???
JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
January 1st, a canvas of contradictions
Special ointment, blessings, and expectations
A night before, a crossover, a threshold to eternity
Or just a mere tradition, a philosophy of men?
In the grand tapestry of time, what sets it apart?
A biblical significance, a divine spark?
Or just a faint echo of a long-forgotten past?
The Passover feast, a contemporary mimicry
A January 1st that gathers, praises, and sings
But in the silence, I hear the whispers of doubt
What makes it different from any other day?
The singing, the dancing, the accidents, the deaths?
The debts, the romantic affairs, the unforgiveness, the hatred?
The utility officers, health, and security personnel
Carrying out their duties, just like any other day
In the monotony of routine, I search for meaning
A glimpse of transcendence, a whisper of the divine
But it eludes me, leaving only the echoes of my soul
A yearning for something more, something that makes it different
Perhaps it's not the day itself, but the heart that beats within
A change of heart, a shift in attitude, a transformation to begin
A journey towards lawful living, productivity, and self-reliance
A path that winds and turns, but ultimately leads to transcendence
To the wild overgrown garden
of my age crammed mind
I keep returning, thirsting for
the nectar of neglected nights,
when moonlight shone in vain,
searching for scattered words
among the shadows of silence
urging myself to catch a whiff
of her fragrant sensual scent
where distant memories linger
dripping from dew laden boughs.
Clinging to false illusionary hope
I sift through densely mingled weeds
with wrinkled trembling hands…
frenzied feeble efforts, as aridness
suffocates the last breaths of existence.
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[Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020]
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Placed 3rd
© 15th September 2019