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In shadows cast by silhouettes stark,
Where darkness reigns and fears embark,
I'll spin a tale of contrasting might,
Of the good in the light, the bad in the dark.
Behold the light, a golden hue,
A beacon true, forever in view,
It dances upon the meadows fair,
In the sun's embrace, life's burdens it'll bear.
In the light, the good does thrive,
Hope and love in hearts arrive,
Kindness blooms with gentle grace,
Illuminating each humble space.
From laughter's peal to friendships dear,
In the light, joys never disappear,
Compassion's touch, a soothing balm,
A symphony of souls, a sacred psalm.
But hark, the darkness has its part,
A shadowy realm that tests the heart,
Within its depths, the bad does dwell,
Whispering tales that hold us in its spell.
Yet, from the dark, strength can emerge,
Lessons learned, though hardships surge,
For in the depths, resilience takes flight,
Defying the shadows, reclaiming our light.
Through adversity's tempest, we find,
A path to growth, a chance to unwind,
The bad in the dark can teach us well,
To rise above and break its spell.
So let us cherish the light's gentle glow,
Embrace its warmth, let compassion flow,
And when the shadows encroach on our way,
Let us remember the strength to stay.
For in the light, the good shall persist,
In our hearts, a flame, forever kissed,
The bad in the dark, a fleeting arc,
For the good in the light shall leave its mark.
My new forest and park neighbors,
mostly birds
squirrels
and strangely curious
and ravenous rabbits,
Have become accustomed to,
spoiled by,
fragrant green sanctuary
ancient fertile memories.
But, today
our neighborly horse farm
must be cleaning house.
This smells of too rich compost
upstaging even more gracious green.
This downgrade
calls to me
recalling former toxic smells,
fossil fuel exhausting,
were sooo... much more degenerative.
Horsey compost
lies between love's light life fragrance
and dark skinned death
of odorous Earth.
Yet, comparing distances
between green forest
and horse fragrance
and transported stinky fractures
through sacred climates ecological
resonant and resilient airs
and gusts
and breezes,
Comparative distances
continuously,
yet consecutively, change
what one might argue
is a contrasting wealth of difference,
+1, to -1, with midway
horse-powered zero neutral
Feels more like two-thirds healthy fragrance
and only one third toxic
Feels closer to three-fourths salient
to one-fourth punitive memory
from here
and now perspective,
Feels closer to seven-eighths
to one-eighth formerly deranged
of a revolutionary
resonantly regenerative
fractalling
resiliently redundant
multicultural sensory/spiritual
nurturing
re-communicating natural octave
of Golden Ratio/Rule comparison,
At last
resiliently resonant.
Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.
A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'. No fence between us. Awesome.
13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton
Images of black and white
were placed close together
with colored photos
a deal for it's contrasting
effects.
The depth and urgency of
the themes
were starkly juxtaposed with
painted images
that fused art and photography.
Universal peace and universal anxieties
about love devotion and companionship
mirrored and echo'd the themes of
togetherness. Music theory describe
the relationships between
musical notes to create scayles and chords
it made the filming of the imaging more
interesting
several individuals were fascinated with the thought
of weaving there favorite songs into the favorites of others
( this all started over a conversation where; the usage of dehydrated Steamers and potatoes was a novel idea to make produuction scayle waffles)
to create a story of something that
never happened
but told a story of creativity: snippets and sampling sounds of older
songs to these images
caused us to write a script for a full length film.
Anise Anise anise
Appears courtsey of
Undermining Album Co.
a UpHistory Media and Film Production Co.
with Assocations with Croons and Cantor's
Beat By Yinsel
of Jive tone Music
and Phatt-Bottom Flims
Spanky Bighand and Nah-not Me
appears Courtsey of
Fashions and Styles
a New World Media Brand
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Phrygian: 1-?2-?3-4-5-?6-?7
Lydian: 1-2-3-?4-5-6-7
Mixolydian: 1-2-3-4-5-6-?7 d types.
are sounds that express love
love is Music
and Music is for the World
We are The World Of Music!
O glorious Autumn of melancholic
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A myriad of rustling contentment,
Sweetest contrasting charms,
Complimentary...
Softly whispering leafy hues...
Hushed...most elegantly serene.
Bursting into the swelling copses
And invading between the
Dwindling fields:
Auburn, primrose and lilac views -
Abundant with seasons
Celebrations
That so magnificently infuse!
Glowering in simmering sunset,
And spluttering in misty dawn:
Afire with all the orbs oozing
Revelry,
That upon barkened furniture,
To thus gild - and resplendently
Adorn!
Now is the time
That dry tinkling leaves
Give musical resonance
To a breath exhaled from
A breeze...
Fanning the boughs roaring flames
That each out-stretched branch
does eagerly seize,
Fired from the eternal torch
That immortal Ceridwen tirelessly
Sought;
Whilst I hang upon evocative
Memories
That this arresting moment briefly
Caught.
Blazing with a consummate passion
Ignited from a poets grappling
Thoughts:
The Muses to this joyous splendour
Were summarily summoned
And brought;
But as elusive as the enchanting
Notes
From the intoxicating pipes of
Evasive Pan...
So as elusive the words of the
Unwritten verse
That so evade this singular man.
So burn! You gaily painted colours,
Within abandoned restrain,
Your dizzying carousel
A whirling kaleidoscope
Upon an artists ever changing frame.
Soft ochres and dappled browns
Mixed with vivid orange and crimson
Red...
Applied lavishly from the palette
Of Artemis
Over which the vibrant pastes
Are thinly spread.
A riot of pastel shades
All exploding forth -
With the raging power of a
Supernova
Of an immense, dazzling force!
All hail to the almighty:
From the devout to the Divine...
And all hail to the Grandeur
And Majesty -
Of his awe-inspiring design!
"I too dance the rhythm of this moving world."
Rumi
Ego too dances DNA revolving
spiraling rhythms
patterns
holistic silence
particular tones,
Confluent and dissonant,
comparative and contrasting,
cooperative and competitive,
economic and political
social and psychological
Empowering peaceful balance
within this moving
living
ecologically connected Earth
touched by Day and Night
Ego-centering co-invested light
dancing local
balancing
revolving global
Eco-systemic compassion might.
I too balance
tip-pointed rhythms
within and upon
this moving
revolutionary Earth Day.
priming for takeoff, preparing for flight
timing is touch and go, let's make it tight
climbing the mountains and soaring the heights
rhyming is sonorous, sounding just right
cruising at altitude, floating on air
choosing to wander without any care
musing so merrily, flourishing flair
fusing the forms in a fun-filled affair
thriving, lush scenery, everywhere found
striving serenely, selecting sweet sounds
driving the engines, we're now homeward bound
arriving back safely, wheels on the ground
lasting enchantments are there for the tell
contrasting oddities, things we know well
blasting bright images, conjuring smells
casting our magic with poetic spells
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "Magical Spell" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
written 03/14/2022
There are many beautiful scents like rose,
a red rose is what a lover will chose;
elegant, opulent, everlasting,
so sweet with white baby's breath contrasting.
I use lavender scent as a perfume,
and it has a pretty and charming bloom;
growing it for its pale violet hue,
oh, the color could almost be called blue,
I like lemongrass- for it is gentle,
chamomile scent makes me sentimental;
mint is stimulating, crisp, fresh and clean,
I imagine the plant growing bright green.
Scents can conjure up long past emotions;
and memories floating in vast oceans.
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June 28, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/Modified/Beautiful Scents
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1160-803-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sandro Botticelli's
masterpiece
Primarvera
painted in 1478
with no clear explanation for
the combination of characters
it is to be viewed left to right
the bright colors contrasting
with the dark trees
and foliage behind
the paint pigments are divine
the flesh colors pale and sublime
on the far right
the mighty west wind Zephyr
chases a white wispy woman
and when he catches her
she exhales flowers
and changes into Flora
the goddess of Spring
who then strews the ground
with blooms
from her beautiful tapestry like
embroidered dress
in the center of the painting
a subdued Venus of love gestures to the
three graces who personify beauty, grace and charm
to dance with their filmy gowns caressing
in an eternal circle
on the flower strewn ground
on the left the Greek God Mercury
disturbs the clouds above
with his staff held in his left hand
and cupid flies with his arrow ready
no matter what Botticelli's intended
the effect is beautiful with his
attention to detail
I imagine the painting
as being the joy of Spring
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April 29, 2022
Poetry/Ekphrasis/Myth of Primavera
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-725-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand , Judged 05/04/2022
Fifth Place
It was nine degrees outside in April
In the chill of a dreary April day,
I find myself wandering through the dimness,
My eyes were straining in the absence of light.
As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace.
The thought of retreating to the inviting embrace of my warm bed beckons me like a gentle siren, contrasting sharply with the biting cold that surrounds me.
In this moment, I realize that in this vast expanse of uncertainty, there is only one clear path to follow—one that leads back to the refuge of my blankets and dreams.