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Line of Inquiry: We look at spirit not at form. Our touch is gentle, kind and warm. We but reflect God’s love and light. ‘Tis the path to which we conform.
She stood beside the crosswalk in the rain,
her coat drenched, her gaze turned toward the ground;
I almost passed, weighed down by my own haste.
But something in the storm—perhaps its whispered strain~
unveiled her spirit like a lantern found,
a quiet glow no weather could erase.
I offered her my umbrella, small and slight,
and in her lifted eyes dawn broke anew~
a warmth that mirrored God’s unbidden grace.
Thus kindness shaped the path my heart pursued,
teaching me form is shadow, spirit light.
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
Do you hear the piano playing its sound,
Do you hear the dancers doing their steps,
Do you see the elders walking with a cane,
Whispering as they walk,
Do you hear the hooves of a horse, pounding the pavement,
Listen and see the birds, forecasting rain,
Listen to the moon, giving time to plant the grain,
Hear the tales, told around the flames,
Hear the breeze, and the clouds conspire,
Hear the buffalo, warn of dreadful days,
Hear the Spirit of God speaks in many ways,
Listen and see the eagles,
calling from the sky,
Hear the drums for the sound they make,
Hear the sound from the lips that Praise,
This honor has God given to all saints,
If this is not true for you, then you ain’t.
A superstitious belief on black cats
is rebutted by my old black pet, Ming
She saved my life when I was still a kid
while seated on the grass near bamboo slats
where a small brown snake beneath was lurking
then slid.
By my side was brave Ming, facing the fight
Dad saw it… smart enough to get a lid
with stick that ended up to snake-hunting!
Then I hugged my saver Ming cheering, “Alright,
we did!”
April 3, 2022 4.51pm
Curtal Sonnet
A curtal Sonnet has eleven lines with a rhyme scheme of abc abc dcb dc
It has ten syllables in lines 1 through 5 and 7 through 10, however
it has only two (2) syllables in lines 6 and 11, and they rhyme with lines 3, and 8.
Contest Judged: 4/3/2022 2:35:00 PM
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Place 1
It has been a long journey
Through life to find you
Your path meeting mine
I want you to know these words
Of a most special kind
They have been traveling with me
On my quest to find you
At the crossroads of choice
For life is full of them
I see you as my equal
My friend my life long partner
I love you just as you are right now
Because You're so wonderfully me
And your inner beauty
That empowers me to see
Your blossoming spirit and inner soul
That is uniquely yours
I am always waiting for you
To release it upon me
That free spirit flowing and growing
With joy and splendor of a love
You share so willingly
You're my music of life
Giving off a symphony of feelings
And passion of the most amazing kind
Which instills in me the truth
Of everlasting love
That creates strength
And bonds us together
For eternity in life and love
That is sacred, to the both of us
Now that our spirits
And souls have touched
We are both prepared
For all of our tomorrows
No two sisters were born more separate,
I inherited traits of my father;
she was the wild fighting spirit of mom.
Fashion taste and even the food we ate,
and we were different from each brother;
each one.
But, when mom passed we became united,
we helped each other- each daughter and son;
to have a great funeral for mother.
And for us sweet sibling love ignited,
and won !
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November 4, 2020
Poetry/Curtal Sonnet/Family Love
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1300-214-04
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, The Speaker
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 11/21/20
First Place
Mirth’s brightness… like sun’s rays… warmly vibrant
Engulfs my heart seeing my child’s delight
Radiating contentment for ice cream-licks...
Midst laughter of a champ so jubilant
His eyes sparkling with cheerful neon light
Beaming gladly, subduing tantrum’s flicks.
“Thank you, Mom” asserts glee’s sign language bliss
Earnest gratitude, bereft of naughty tricks
His exuberance beyond satisfaction-height
Overwhelms complaint-angst I must dismiss
Learning to be content along joy-picks…
Praising* blessings’ Source!
*Psalm 84:4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee.
June 10, 2019
Modified curtal sonnet with the addition of one line at the end of the poem
Honorable Mention, "Going Deep within an Emotion" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 7/27/2019.
Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less forlorn
With a savior already finished with work and free from scorn
Oddyseus’ raft might have hurried home
Had it not been for the Sirens’ mercurial foam
Everyman distracted, with each passing year
And epoch of pain pouring tear upon tear
Without discerning the rhyme or the reason
Or gaining knowable time season upon season
Always the lure of fruitless eternity insipid
The body and mind empty: blood, bone and lipid
When fools or king’s would rush in where others feared
Bombs fired all round and their people were seared
In jest, a plague of doubt, a feast for Decameron’s clowns
In love, the firing flesh of sin falling down
In war, the rage of the people aimed at shadows’ night
In peace, moments too few to count, the treasure slight
Wherefore the incessant loss and vainglory
From what source the endless folly
With each generation aimless proceeding
And substantial hope forever receding
How this vague sense of emptiness and sorrow
And no real horizon to fill one’s soul tomorrow
Each city above ground falling in on itself
A cascading destruction from the continental shelf [river]
All built upon empty dreams, from false stories past
Or emptied like a dream, when the brain wakes fast
Awake to the shuddering quake of earth below
Or perhaps Earth itself, blowing up in a glow
Just like Rome to fall away at the end of time
to pass the cup, to self-destruct on the vine
From Aeneas came the Trojan horde
Yet he ate his tables instead of fall on his sword
While some chanced Paris instead
Without casting runes or checking their head
To hence or from where it could not matter
On the fat of the lamb each gentile growing fatter
Over the centuries, the meaning of things or remorse
Grew dim and stolid, owning a garden or grooming a horse
With all of the sparkling treasure and treats so kind
None could fathom true nature’s curse, or pay it any mind
Out came the lovely birthday cake dessert;
her husband held it up for us to see,
while daughter glanced around- so mystified,
as we approved her pretty cake- did blurt-
"Please, someone read what is inscribed for me,"
she sighed!
Presumed, was "Happy Birthday" written there-
but- "Lynn's Having A Baby," they replied!
This joyous day we'll treasure- guarantee!
"Oh, such a huge surprise- beyond compare,"
they cried!
October 30, 2020
Contest: The Speaker
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Curtal Sonnet: a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
10 syllables in lines 1-5 and 7-10
2 syllables in lines 6 and 11
(Happened years ago- our grandson is now 21)
Her world has become suspiciously small,
mind walls are blocking margins of escape,
soon she’ll be discharged to fair Pania,*
and there perhaps elegant folderal
with a handsome man in landscape dreamscape
of enchantment beneath Urania,**
(never again to know infernal sins).
Is she trapped in the web of Aranea?***
Perhaps; perhaps not, but with hope agape,
and fingers crossed, she plunges deeper in-
to pools of mania!
* Greek, derived from papias, meaning "crown" or "guard of the Imperial Palace".
**goddess of love; counterpart of Greek Aphrodite
***an orb-weaving spider