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I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh, so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in a old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in our faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just an amazing vacation I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
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April 12, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/wild and untamed
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-570-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Memorable Vacation,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
I met George one spring day as he cruised by- so SEXY,
he was a d r e a m y dream on a big motorcycle;
and I was so young and at a lovely, fanciful age, a butterfly,
we spent our days r i d i n g the country roads.
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, KISSING,
I could not bring him home to my parents;
he was w i l d untamed and a free spirit, on SOARING wings,
and oh was he- r o m a n t i c.
George was my blue sky and I was so in LOVE with him,
one day he said to me- lets go to Florida-
We will leave for Daytona Beach TODAY!
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitated,
but the idea of the o p e n r o a d was appealing;
I emptied my bank account,
packed some stuff in an old backpack,
and better JUDGMENT left behind in dust, we left.
oh, it was wonderful with the w i n d in our faces,
our black leather jackets FLAPPING and the road in front of us;
we stopped in small towns along the way,
slept in cheap hotel rooms making l o v e ,
I thought this was romance.
We arrived in Daytona Beach and spent two AMAZING weeks,
nothing fancy, just LOVE that I will never, ever forget.
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September 21, 2016
Poetry/ Free Verse/Young Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-609-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Your Best Free Verse Love Poem - 2
Sponsor, John Hamilton (2017)
Seventh Place
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Love Free Verse
Sponsor, Laura Loo (2016)
First Place
Plant in your heart, seeds of stars a-plenty,
Thence will come to thee,a white turtle dove.
Bringing you peace and serenity.
Stop being on the top, you are so darn boring!
Let another fellow human being share some glory.
Poetry? The Daytona Freeway, a rush to the lead.
Yes, in all due course, that “need for speed!”
And what about helping another?
Some do, with great blogs, like no other!
Contests, yes, do make them very difficult
to win.
Perhaps a roundeau, might fit in.
I feel like I am at a burger joint_))
Fast, easy poetry...what’s the point?
Who really wins, when things are easy?
Nobody…………it’s terribly, poetically, sleazy.
A trophy is no prize when we pen like sixth
Graders.
Then let’s face it, we are adults who are
literary traitors.
Try to get into a genuine publication.
Much more difficult but the wise here,
take this one on.
And unafraid to be part of a mature,
shining, true, literary nation!
Play big league here, we all have
something to learn!
Poetry is about making the ordinary,sublime.
Many here are extraodinry and make our
hearts shine………… thank you!
10/14/2021
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
clouds sail across the sky-
my life weather-stained
with years
the drums of time slowed now
my cane clicks on the path as I walk
to my favorite park bench
by the river's edge
where ducks drift in serenity
the quiet is disturbed suddenly
by the roar of a motorcycle
and a couple come to sit
on a bench not far from me
he is no typical teenager for sure
a black leather jacket
and a bad boy look
so he says, "what do you like to do?"
the girl is young and just blushes
I could tell this was a first date
he leans over for a kiss
and she turns away
he says, "your hair is so pretty"
(I look) her hair is a flowing river
she seems awkward and shy
unsure of this wild boy
suddenly he says " we should take a trip!"
"a trip? where? she seems scared
"yeah, we could go down to Daytona Beach"
her eyes look at me wild
and I could not help myself and spoke up
"go home little girl to your parents"
they both seem shocked that I spoke
he mutters, "noisy old lady!"
then, he jumps up and yells "forget it!"
and roars away on his bike in anger
the girl sits for a time
then smiles at me and leaves . . .
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August 16, 2017
Free Verse/First Date
Copyright Protected, ID 930137
Written for the contest, First Date
sponsor, Kim Rodriques
Second Place
I met George one spring day as he cruised by, so sexy
he was a dreamy dream on a big motorcycle
and I was so young and at a lovely fanciful age, a butterfly
we spent our days riding the country roads
our nights under the stars in parks and beaches, kissing
I could not bring him home to my parents
he was wild, untamed and a free-spirit soaring on wings
and oh so romantic
George was my blue sky and I was so in love
one day he said to me, lets go to Florida
we will leave for Daytona Beach today
I was thinking of mother and father not approving, hesitating
but the idea of the open road was appealing
I emptied my bank account that day
packed some stuff in an old backpack
and better judgement was left behind in our dust as we stormed away
oh, it was wonderful with the wind in ours faces and the blue sky above
our black leather jackets flapping in the wind in tune with the soaring roar
we stopped in small towns along the way
slept in cheap motels at night
oh, it was romantic
we arrived at Daytona Beach and spent two wonderful weeks
nothing fancy like restaurants or shopping
just amazing love that I have never, ever forgotten
I often think of George and what he is doing, now
_______________________
April 12, 2015
Free Verse
Submitted to the contest, Romantic Poem (old/new), sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place
They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
Down Florida way
Near Daytona Beach
Stays many a lassie
One in my eyes is a peach
Breakers on the move
Beach to caress
Bikini clad girl
My eyes are well blessed
Shapely and tanned
Toned and refined
Just me and this lassie
To be wined and dined
Late night beach stroll
As they enjoy the night
With the sound of the breakers
Just out of sight
In a moment of capture
They turn to each other
Gently they kiss
Under starry night cover
On the sand they lay
Looking up to the sky
This two together
Never wondering why
Their futures tomorrow
Today they just met
Over a period of time
Eternally set
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From the moment i rise
i hear fresh coffee
perking in the hotel room,
with such an awakening aroma
I gaze out my window
overlooking Daytona Beach,
people have already
staked claims on the beach
with lawn chairs and
large umbrella
The healthy jog along the water
not too close to pull them into
the rolling tides
that roll gently in
leaving white foam and
souvenirs with their travels
As i walk onto the beach
I can taste the salt
rolling in from unknown lands
as it contrasts with my coffee
My bare feet sink into the wet sand
i watch tiny bubbles form
as the sand breaths beneath my weight
I stand
consumed by mornings light
becoming one with the wind
as i sway in motion
A recalibration
needed at least once a year
the beach
my sanctuary from life
There were some poets, they lived in gnarled trees.
Creating short comments lists, rapidly as can be.
In that way, they could comment, lickety-split!
Mundane acronyms, displaying only an empty wit?
You will find these poets next to each poetic creation.
No time for sentences, as if pure damnation?
Or how about one word adjectives from first grade?
So I ceased writing and chose to sit in the shade!
I honestly felt to be as car in the Daytona 500.
Just write to win every contest under the moon.
Hoping poets at my feet, one day might swoon!
A poem is a chance, to deeply connect with another .
Artists who deeply respect the poetry in another!
3/29/2023