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When the sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see
light in the sanctum of soul, still like deep sea,
find where do the tear drops you shed go to lie
at the edge of scorched heart till they are dry.
Mind then comes out of mist to glide with glee
at silky pace like the fleet of clouds sailing free
in sapphire stretch of no end in the seamless sky
where beguiled life spreads wings to soar high.
Tinged rays of the new sun glint the face of gloom,
the revived buds of wasteland plants again bloom,
splash of hue wafts to the soul that shines bright
as it gets suffused with the divine glow of inner light.
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April 21, 2022
Contest : Anything You Want-New Poems Only
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Silence for me is like a beautiful flower blooming,
and it is not found by turning off life;
but a hunger deep within me,
to find the balance of Yin and Yang;
Serenity is something I really work on,
it is a long soulful journey;
a spiritual connection to bliss and peace,
and in the mist of my mind a bridge is beckoning;
I think of this as a journey to find enlightenment,
that takes me where my thoughts lead;
and worldly noise I push away,
with courage I float in my mind;
I am a bird singing in the forest,
I am a cloud floating in an azure sky;
I am the morn' dew that kisses,
I am a flower with petals opening in the sunshine;
I drift on a smooth green pond embracing my silence,
and I am held to life by a thread;
that I can follow back to reality,
and with a sigh- I am home.
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July 30, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Held By A Thread
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-637-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 08/01/2021
Third Place
Sitting in a corner is an empty glass
The only weight inside is this heavy mass
I stare at it as I take a sip sitting still
Pouring it down like a bitter pill
It’s transparency gives light to
All this emptiness inside of me
So light and fragile to this touch
Not really feeling all that much
Stirring all those crazy emotions
Swirling deep down inside this ocean
But it can shatter in one small motion
As tears poured out with no notion
And for each line as I carefully wrote
I empty it slowly down my throat
This passion inside a fire invoked
A cold sweating glass, writing a note
31.7.2021
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
Contest: Anything You Want- Must be New Poem.
The Bride under the left wing; The groom under the right
The Ice Swan , landing on the lake in the Early Morning Night
Her feathers , intricately patterned in a Moment of LOVE Forever the thinnest chisel
Curves her neck, to the kiss of her beak upon the LOVING Bride and Groom
The Lily pads need a circumference scratchier to be polished ; For Love’s Landing
The cold and numbness from the freezers melts from me; with their happy Smiling
Hearts
After the “I DO’s” They each thank me for my thirty hours of an ice block work of art
Thank-YOU and may YOUR Life Together be Forever ( I also made this Swan in an
Aspic Salad
Inspired by Nette Onclaud for Her Contest “ Anything Handmade “
Dedicated to the Posners for their Seventy-fifth Anniversary
Author’s Note I was in Hospital when Contest was Finalized so this was not
entered
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will be old and frail;
my beauty will be withered pale,
perhaps I will be reading braille !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I will recall my childhood joy;
my favorite pretty doll toy,
and my crush on a cute schoolboy !
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will not hold a pen;
and I will never write again,
but I will always have my Zen !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I wish my end is like floating;
on a boat in the sea drifting,
with my distant horizon glowing !
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April 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Distant Horizon Glowing
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1449-598-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 04/23/2022
Second Place
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
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Cold was the night as the snow fell,
drifting on the street and on the paths;
where I wandered and struggled to walk,
weary and homeless, sleepwalking.
Oh, I was a lost runaway from home,
cold was the night and cold was my fear;
No place to go and I had left love behind,
I had no shelter from the cold.
People walked by fast not even seeing me,
help me, feeble and weary I called out;
help me, help me, I am cold and hungry,
and slowly I struggled on and on.
When I could not walk anymore I sat down,
and from the gathering snow I whispered;
but the loud wind sent my words drifting,
so, I just waited in the snow to die.
Then, I saw a building and crawled to the doors,
it was lit by candles and Christmas decorations;
and I lay down in front of a statue of Jesus,
I was found by a priest, gone.
"God took me home."
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November 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/God Took Me Home
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-270-19
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
Trembles serenaded my heart
before the coming storm
affection was blowing toward me
with unburdened arms
in an unruffled evening with a fiery red sky
and continuous waves that drowned the shore
I embraced the silent space
in a moment caressed
satiny rhythmic sounds, music from the sea
added to the fluidity of her movements
in her summer dress of yellow
caught by the sea breeze to dance with each step
allowing a vision of perfection to be cast upon my soul
like a fisherman's woven net
She paused...
So my eyes could regale on her alone
and melt away with the fabric of time
where lovers dwell with measured caresses
and soft feathered fingers skimming across the skin
while the clock hand turned with each kiss
drifting slowly into a vanishing night
of star-light and moon glows
splayed upon the tender mouths of lovers
until a veil dropped
as we became silhouettes on the shore
revealing smoldering fires within
exposing our hearts with all their ashes
leaving flickering fervor where lovers lay
exploring dreams in a sanctuary of solitude
before being washed away...
by the dawn's incoming tide
7/31/22 Contest Anything Goes
judged 8/2/22
contest Writing Challenge-X'd poems second chance
sponsor Constance La France
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Dateless
One day, then date_
Twenty-four hours deadline
One formal needed, purchase cloth
Sewing
Contest:"Anything Handmade"
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Written by:Sara Kendrick
(When our oldest daughter was
in high school, she did not have a
date to the prom or military ball
so I did not make plans to get a
dress..She came in the day before
the event after school and said that
she had a date..That gave me twenty
four hours to come up with a dress..
I had only $20 left until next paycheck
and no credit card..I went to the
fabric store and got fabric and pattern.
The dress had 12 gores and it was floor
length..I stayed up until 2 am sewing up
a dress for her to wear the next eve..)
My favorite emotion:
To hold a grudge close to my heart,
I fuel it, keep it alive;
It paces my mind back and forth like a caged tiger,
Like the restless sea I never let it be
Lashing and roaring like crashing waves.
I carry the grudge like a cross
and wear it like a crown of thorns.
Each slight, each insult
is driven into my body like a nail.
Like a devout believer I keep my wounds alive
by constant chanting and the ritual of remembrance…
knowing full well there’d be hell to pay if I fulfilled it.
Something is beginning to corrode inside me,
Skeptical about good deeds, suspicious of generosity
I feel the years wearing on me nursing a grudge.
~07/31/21
~Contest: Anything you want
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.