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Nights reflected by shadows on the wall
Candle flame silhouettes that rise and fall
In our hearts the fire grows even brighter
arms locked around each other ever tighter
Fervent heat of a love forged long ago
moves in rhythmic currents as warm streams flow
at streams end is our place of rendezvous
untouched by none, except for me and you
When night is over and sun starts to rise
your face I see when opening my eyes
A soft smile of contentment will I wear
knowing each night, my love, you will be there
When darkness of night transcends into morn
I wake to love, which each day seems newborn
June 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 6
Key Verse – Proverbs 6:3 Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HUMBLING ME
Thank You for humbling me against my self-righteousness
By Your grace-fueled holiness
With Your constant goodness
Along Your supreme greatness for real meekness.
Thank You for humbling me against my self-glorying
By Your mercy-propped steadfastness while in Your will, I’m staying
With Your ready help’s enjoying
Along Your triumphant victory for faith-trying.
Thank You for humbling me against my self-pity
By Your salvation-assured security
With Your sacrifices’ bounty
Along Your majestic sovereignty for submission-sincerity.
Thank You for humbling me against my self-exaltation
By Your redemption-caused sanctification
With Your Word’s immutability of pure perfection
Along Your ruling power for spiritual transformation.
Thank You for humbling me against my self-sufficiency
By Your satisfaction-filled clemency
With Your love’s work-consistency
Along Your abundant provisions for contentment-fervency.
Thank You for humbling me against my self-confidence
By Your might-driven prevalence
With Your wisdom’s preference
Along Your converting truth for modesty-diligence.
June 13, 2022
Want, not the need
That's the difference
The human creature is greedy
Much slighter than the birds and bees
They live life, human consumes life
Each day he/she gets poorer
Losing peace, joy and contentment
The poor thing is always a loser
Calling themselves as evolved
Human species are
Fad and folly personified
Victims of ego, craze and frenzy
Turning intellect and wisdom
Into nature's biggest fiction
The mere mortals are pigmies
Passing days in fear and suspense
Mirage, mirage and mirage
Nothing else
Aching for more and more
Oblivious of their inherent bliss
Turning gains into losses
Drowned in doomed destiny
Always hungry and demanding
The lesser ones swarm the earth
I wish I were a flower, butterfly or bee
Living life for the life’s sake
Untainted by desires and cravings
Merged with breeze and sunshine
Lying in the lap of sky and stars
Always in harmony with nature
With endless bounty of peace and joy
Echoing as a song of eternity
The world is like a stage . . .
and all are the actors who live and rage,
and we act as required for each role;
sometimes, the part breaks our heart and soul,
sometimes, we are left in a deep dark hole:
sometimes, we are trapped in a cage !
The world is like a stage . . .
there are scenes of joy, happiness and love,
and such contentment with the part we chose;
but we must play grief for those who repose,
in the shadows sad poems we compose:
for love that left us for above !
The world is like a stage . . .
when we leave home a fake mask we put on,
we play our part well - no one suspects;
that our wispy way is what protects,
we do all that the part we play expects:
smiling until the curtain drawn !
The world is like a stage . . .
and we cannot show our soul and heart,
with only family and friends we share;;
for this kind of person is very rare,
a loving, a caring shared with a tear:
only they see us- as fine art !
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August 03, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/The World Is Like A Stage
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1477-696-03
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Simile
sponsor, Hilo Poet, Judged 08/13/2022
Tis sunrise my trusted friend
Hast thou no plans today
Then let us find some
fun to dwell within and play
We shall venture far
find a fitting place soon
privileged in thy tree tops
Whilst we climb until this noon
Experience in thy rivers roar
Never was one so confident
Peace be found within thy heart
Of nature calming contentment
Thy boredom shall be shed
This I will guarantee
For nature's gifts are abound
There are no lids for menories
Somber concludes our end of day
Whilst we sit afore the fire
Taking in its warmth and light
With tales of nature's satire
Flesh fuels fire. Spirit yields. There's body-soul fusion.
Springs up, will to power, and power to will illusion
Narcissistic senses and sensations amalgamated
Moral fibre, like worn-out dental roots, is deflated.
Selfishness, like the greed of predators, murders morals.
Egotism, like crabs in competitions, grabs all laurels.
Overconfident sensitive ego, like porcupines
Spreads its pokes, and thus, to hurt anyone, crosses limit lines.
Mind-not-on-task, - mental disposition, pervades the mind.
Consciousness compromises; awareness gets quarantined.
Hunger for acknowledgment and appreciation grows.
Self-contentment and satisfaction get peaceful repose.
Pretension and flamboyance soon become ethical codes.
Property, possessions, power, projective passion modes
The gratification of instinctual impulses
leading, ultimately, to emotional convulses
I thank You, Lord, for Your ready enabling might
Along with Your bountiful replenishing grace…
Praise be to You for granting me salvation’s joy
Full of blessed contentment in Your perfect will.
Make me continue in Your spiritual power
To live in Your winning side of fruitful service!
I thank You for overtaking me with Your grants
Packed well with goodness, pardon, kindness, mercy-cheers…
Praise be to You for strengthening me to triumph
Increasing my faith thru Your infallible Word.
Make me abide in Your Scriptures I must cherish
To lead others to Your assured redemption plan!
I thank You for illumining me with Your truth
Allowing me to learn along Your perspective…
Praise be to You for imparting divine nature
Justifying me, causing me to be righteous.
Make me jubilant in worshiping You always
To lift up Your victory banner against foes!
I thank You for setting me to feast in Your love
Offering me riches-bounty amidst crises…
Praise be to You for providing me so timely
Meeting my needs, supplying with Your resources.
Make me trust You constantly despite dearth and loss
To lean* on You since You always do what is best!
* Proverbs 3:5 “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.”
February 23, 2019
In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play,
A town, a city, a people, some would say.
What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest,
With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test.
"Gboko!" he calls, by name, with a grin,
"Seems we're acquainted, where have you been?"
For here, familiar strangers, a curious clan,
Know each other better than any single man.
Party crashers abound, with a joyful shout,
Praise singers serenade, no shadow of doubt.
Fantastic storytelling, a vibrant, grand art,
Where habit and culture play a blurring part.
A bikeman, young, in a change-fueled fray,
Declares, "Woman dey here, food dey here, wetin I dey go find for your place?"
Such pride and contentment, a truth so stark,
In a town once welcoming, now bearing a wary mark.
In hay days of yore, a Tiv capital grand,
An industrial hub, with BCC at hand.
Ivo I msam – the tailed goat lap, a delight,
Ishu I bee nya ke tyo – fish, so perfectly white.
When women, with skill, seasoned chicken with grace,
Before the slaughter, a culinary embrace.
Families flocked in, from the hinterland's call,
For hope and new society, standing proud and tall.
Money flowed freely, like a river so wide,
Vanity and funfare, with nowhere to hide.
On paydays, men painted the whole town in red,
Trays of spiced chicken, till late, they were fed.
Imported lager flowed, in a frothy, grand spree,
And megalomaniacs, grandiloquently,
Would bluster and boast, with a haughty decree,
"Orvesen, m tse u ke kitchen ga!" – Sir, not in your kitchen, you see!
Courteous profanity, a delicate art,
Where titles and greetings played a respectable part.
Before venturing forth, with venom and ire,
To "dress down" their target, a verbal hot fire.
So Gboko gives chase, to the past and the present,
An intriguing weave, both funny and pleasant.
A place of contrasts, of laughter and grit,
Where the spirit of the people, forever is lit.
Winter Hope
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.
When flowers in my garden turn to seed,
and all the trees stand naked in the field,
I’ll plant a poesy on my window sill
and hope I find contentment in its yield.
When daylight seems scarce as a fresh-cut rose,
and darkness settles in for months on end,
I’ll write a song to keep me company
and hope the melody will be well penned.
The winter chill will not discourage me,
when I can create hope with poetry.
Divine mirth grips my heart
exuding gratitude reaching heaven’s throne
when wrapped with ecstatic triumph
persuaded that God is merciful
attending to my needs constantly...
Thanksgiving keeps my soul joyful
subduing worries, despair and woes
since the Lord* assures hope
radiating grace of loving kindness
marked with serene compassionate glow...
Gratefully worshipping the blessed Almighty
my spirit abounds with praises
while reaching out to others
sharing peace along contentment bliss
driven by faith toward victory!
Psalm 39:7 - And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
April 3, 2025
2nd place, "5X5X3" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 4/26/2025