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I go a long way to find you
As on moon rays you alight
Shine like a star in indigo night
In my silken meadow
Like the drop of dew you glow
I make my love sparkle for you.
I go a long way to adore you
As you stroll with glee
On silver soaked beach of the sea
The waves spread strings of pearl
Your ivory feet they curl
I make my love adorn you.
I go a long way to seek you
An angel on my dream trail
Face shines with stardust veil
Your embrace takes me on a flight
My heart spreads wings in delight
I make my love fly forever for you.
I go a long way to own you
In the desolate land I walk lonely
You take me to the blooming valley
My desire turns into flower for you
Our future is tinged by its hue
I make my love create spring for you.
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April 20, 2023
Written As Cliff Richard
Contest : Write A Poem As Someone Else
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
Silence
Life often lives in silence on tippy toes
In the forest who hears the soft snowflakes fall
Dew evaporating – the earth turning slow.
Which ears discern the musical sunlight’s call
Wistful ballads sung in shadows of stars -
Platinum midnight dripping from moonlight’s shawl.
As raindrops swell in clouds from afar
What dulcet hues in twilight’s soprano intones –
Orion’s deaf twinkle - dawn's silhouette.
No rhythmic sounds of blooms in natal tones
Nature muted as leaves return to earth
While dreams lose their voices with laryngic stones.
What sounds pulse from compassion’s birth?
Who hears the agony of a heart breaking?
Who hears a smile breaking out in mirth?
Silent sighs reverberate in void’s girth
Life often lives in silence on tippy toes
Who hears the agony of a heart breaking,
Dew evaporating – the earth turning slow.
4-5-22
Contest: Write a Terzanelle
Sponsor: L Milton Hanks
The summer's gone, and here we are
into the fall of this old year.
It seemed the end was very far
as New Year's day brought us new cheer.
Into the fall of this old year
we shift our thoughts and give a sigh.
As New Year's day brought us new cheer...
surprised how fast this year would fly.
We shift our thoughts and give a sigh;
our summertime turned into fall.
Surprised how fast this year would fly;
exchanged her greens for a gold shawl.
Our summertime turned into fall
from summer sun to cool crisp days:
exchanged her greens for a gold shawl;
from pastel blooms to autumn-blaze.
From summer sun to cool crisp days,
it seemed the end was very far
from pastel blooms to autumn-blaze.
The summer's gone, and here we are.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Best Rhyming poem September-October 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/06/2017
~3rd Place~
The Summers Gone
Contest: Write Me A Pantoum
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 10/18/2017
If you listen, you will hear Him
Calling faithfully out to you
Like a nightingale in the dark
Or a choir of crickets chirping;
As the wind within the willows,
His very stones cry out for you
If you listen, you will hear Him,
A Father calling urgently
For all His children who are lost.
Hear His passion and His sorrow
For loved ones who will not listen
Who won't believe that Someone cares.
Listen through the pens of prophets
To the words of our wise Master,
Asking us down the ages to choose
Eternal joy we cannot lose.
With faith’s oil let us trim our lamps
And follow the light of the Lamb.
Date:09/08/2019
Contest: Write a Psalm
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Acapella, Abbot’s gold, cheese made so big and bright and bold.
Pepper-jack, limburger, cheese on your pie. Why, oh, why, cook, why?
Mozzarella, Elberton Blue, cheese so tasty for me and you.
Cheddar Cheese logs, cheese dogs, cheese eggs, cheese fried on a paper state fair stick.
Serve me some Jalapenos with tasty blue cheese, and please make it quick!
Abertam, abundance, Juliana, cottage cheese, and Jindi Brie.
Almost all cheeses are expensive except home-made, which is free.
Pepper-jack, muenster, cheese on your grandma’s sweet apple pie.
Too busy drinking potato cheese soup, to ask your grandpa why,
Raw milk Feta, Red Buddy too, here is a grilled cheese sandwich for me and you.
Cheesecakes, cheese bakes, and cheese in garden- fresh celery smashed down deep.
I dream of her nightly, as my mind wanders into sleep.
Written 11-15-2018 Contest: Write a Poem about Cheese Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
You a fake yell from hot tin roof top
Nobody listens but you don’t stop
You pronounce you will make a great name
In high pitch voice you pine to proclaim.
You say there are colors in your eye
We all know it's nothing but a white lie
So you think you are a born artist
Such a strange creature doesn't exist.
You surmise your brush has Monet touch
But your trees are cluster of plumb crutch
Water of the grimy pond is ink opaque
You can’t even make semblance of fake.
When you gloat you’ve got Picasso flair
Abstract art drips on palllid paint layer
I see formless faces in warped cubes
As a pile of squeezed out color tubes.
April 16, 2020
Contest : Write A Rhyming Poem For Fun
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
My bed is a vintage and very old
I adore the swirled black metal
nice to behold
so delicate each created petal
I inherited it from grandma long ago
and can never let it go
The mattress is not to everyone's taste
perhaps a bit lumpy and soft
with pillows placed
a perfect bed in my open space loft
oh, each night I lay caressed by my vintage bed
under a down bedspread
The bed is close to a window dormer
it looks really beautiful there
nothing warmer
in the sunshine the best bed anywhere
so cozy to just lay and soak up the morn' sun
before day has begun
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February 28, 2023
Poetry/Ode/Ode to my Bed
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-594-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Write An Ode
sponsor, Jeff Kyser. Judged 03/08/2023
Second Place
Once upon a time there was a kitten with no name,
in the beginning his mother took care of him;
but one morning she was not there,
so, the kitten with no name went searching.
His little paws took him deep into a forest,
it seemed to be a land far far away;
he cried mew, mew, mew, MEEEW,
then, curled up under a tree and fell asleep.
In the morning he was woken up by talking,
it was the tree that was speaking to him;
you must be lost but I will help you because,
I am a magical forest tree!
The kitten looked up high at the tall tree,
it seemed the tree bent down and touched him;
with his leaves and it felt so nice that kitten
went pur, pur, pur, pur, pur, PUURR.
Kitten you cannot stay in this forest,
their are villains like animals lurking about;
who would like to eat a little kitten,
I am calling the magical singing birds to help.
They will lead you out of this forest,
so, the kitten with no name followed the birds;
they kept singing to him and he felt happy,
because he had friends to help him!
Soon, they came to the edge of the forest,
where a pretty house was built among the trees;
the birds said, good luck and kitten marched on,
until he found himself in a lush beautiful garden.
The kitten was wandering the garden when,
all of a sudden a little girl picked him up;
oh, sweet, sweet kitty are you lost,
and she shouted, mother, mother, MOTHER!
Mother came running and said what is wrong,
look mother a lost kitten can we keep him;
of course, and soon the kitten with no name,
was lapping up warm milk in a cozy kitchen.
He needs a name, lets call him Magic,
because its magic that he survived on his own;
so, the kitten with no name has a name now,
and a home with a sweet little girl and a MOTHER.
And they lived happily ever after !
The End.
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April 01, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Lost Kitten
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1536-551-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Write A Sweet Fairytale
For Children With A Good Outcome Ending,
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 05/06/2023
Second Place
Into the store dressed completely in pink
He looked like he wanted to kick up a stink
The legs of his pants had decided to shrink
And was that man angry, well what do you think
He read my name badge and he growled, ‘Mr Purvis…
The sign on the ceiling says ‘Customer Service’
I’ve worn this suit one time and washed it as many
It’s shrunk and it’s pink so have you got any
I need a new suit and I need it today
And do not tell me you expect me to pay
But make sure you get me one that will not fade
Or it will be me who ain’t gonna get paid
I said I will take your address if I may
And also your name; we’ll deliver today
I joked that pink suits him, he wanted no banter
He gave me his details… “Lapland” and “Santa”
26 November 2022
Contest: Write A Christmas Poem
Sponsor: Constance La France
"A photograph is a moment frozen in time . . ."
It is a family gathering
in the photograph I have found
of me as a baby and my beautiful mother
holding me in her arms;
frozen in time . . .
she gazes down at me,
and there is such love in her eyes;
her skin is porcelain perfection,
frozen in time . . .
with cheeks a sweet blush
and lips a whisper of roses;
her raven hair brushed off her lovely face,
and I am in a pink dress
with a pink knitted sweater from grandma
and pink socks on chubby legs;
frozen in time . . .
I am porcelain too with cheeks blushed
and lips a whisper of roses and raven hair.
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September 4, 2019
Note: This is a form I have created called "The Photograph" Look at
a photograph that is meaningful to you and write about it in 3 verses
of 6 lines with one line being a short refrain placed somewhere in each
verse and is indented that also becomes your title. A quote is added.
The poem can be left aligned or centered. Keep the lines short and
medium length.
Narrative- Definition
A narrative is story-telling, in the form of a poem,
where events or accounts are chronicled throughout
the tale to the reader, or audience.
Poetry/Narrative/Frozen in Time
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1178-834-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Write The Poem You Always Wanted To Write
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
First Place