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Don't it sound like
Th' old is about to die?
Take them happy stories
And say goodbye
We were going forward until you left me behind
We were going forward, through the best n' the worst of times
Change of season
As even the clocks unwind
When you would come around like
A friend of mine
We were going forward until you left me behind
You would come around, Claude, and we would unwind
Didn't we have enough of the stuff of life, Claude?
Long way to go with
Abrasions on the knee
Take aim at the target though it's
Well out of reach
We were going forward until you left me behind
We were going forward until you left me
Didn't we have the worst and the best of times?
Rotting in the ground under my feet
The greatest love who made my heart beat
But her bodies dead six feet down
And instead of my arms the worms have her now
Her soul though, I see in my dreams
A bright amethyst light among the galaxies
And I know but still pray that God has her now
Because on my darkest day her aurora still surrounds
I grieved for her once a time ago
Quickly realizing that the grief was simply mine alone
Screaming for her memory, crying for her soul
She’s gone just gone no way to console
Sometimes I gasp when I realize she's not there
Chest heaving as I pull out my hair
And my deepest desire is to have her home with me
But sometimes I think home really is where she might be
So for now at dawn I’ll continue to cry
And pray that we'll meet again when my body too dies
For in my mind I paint her dancing down streets of gold
But until we reunite my sorrow will I hold
Your scent still soothes me,
I can still recall your voice,
Reminiscing in day dreams,
Redemption moves me,
Absolution had no choice,
Connected by our heartstrings.
Flooding memories,
Rivers of pictures of you,
Retrieving lives you have changed,
Your sky, masterpiece,
You never sought your value,
Sadness and became estranged.
Effected by dark,
Infliction from self pity,
I wish you saw your own white,
Halo lights a spark,
Reflection, you so pretty,
You lost a terrible fight.
Every now and then,
I catch a glimpse of your smile,
Dreams so vivid, eyes open,
I can't comprehend,
Why you would choose your lifestyle,
Saving you I was hoping.
I believed in you,
But you didn't in yourself,
You gave up with too much ease,
If your love was true,
Why couldn't we stay ourselves,
We just sat and watched you bleed.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 6, 2015
Sonnet VI (HE’s Still Hanging There)
HE’s still hanging there (figuratively)
After being judged, mocked, crowned with thorns, scourged;
Then crucified for the sins of the world.
HE’s still on that cross (figuratively).
An endless sacrifice for all mankind –
How much blood was sweat in Gethsemane,
As the song says “to save a wretch like me”?
I wish so many of those sins weren’t mine!
HE did not die just for the sins of the past.
Just like HE did millennia before,
HE calls to repent and to sin no more.
HIS loving grace was meant to ever-last.
What can we do to get him off that cross?
Accept HIS grace to make it worth HIS cost
I am drifting,
held in this earthly realm by fragile threads;
it feels like a weird surreal dream,
until daggers of pain pierce me.
Is that me screaming? I sound so far away,
I know all I need to do is pull on the threads,
so when the next flood of pain comes I let go;
and I am floating free at last,
from all earthly bounds.
In silence and peace I am swirling,
higher and higher in this strange haze;
until I have left the realm of earth,
and all my pain is gone.
_________________________
December 11, 2020
Poetry/Verse/"Held by Fragile Threads"
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1311-297-11
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, It Feels Surreal
sponsor, Nina Parmenter
Sixth Place
What happened to poetry
And who was it that chose
No more rhymes in rows
That really paint our woes
Crows restraint still grows
Feint eschews all bestows
Cast of the past now foes
Taint not any faint echoes
So let’s remember all those
Each saint whose line glows
Before poems became prose
Enthralled by whining tweets
Forgot all of the shining feats
So John Betjeman not a don
Tennyson not a true denizen
Appalled no mining of treats
Silver lining dining on beats
Of Shelley, Byron and Keats
They scold old man Finnegan
Clear we no longer hold dear
Told never cheer Edward Lear
Jeer at another rhyming peer
Envoy of joy from yesteryear
Lewis Carroll it’s rather que*r
Fear don’t like Spike Milligan
Despair no old school wares
And that no one really cares
Shares Mr Dahl or Pam Ayres
As where are their flair heirs
Their pastime rhyme in pairs
Sublime as climb down stairs
I cannot contain my dismay
At dastardly scheme at play
Ignore what new poets say
Deplore every proper foray
Encore of gem Lemn Sissay
To spin is not a sin can inspire
No shirking the prophetic fire
The din of our poetic pariah
Right society wrongs desire
Smirking working class choir
Benjamin chagrin Zephaniah
I cry why are critics crippling
Tiff with any riff that’s tippling
As lovely rhymes are rippling
Shout how about IF by Kipling
Is limerick truly just a gimmick
Nursery rhyme is just a mimic
All my efforts are truly pyrrhic
Lexicon crime from older clime
Ardour for a larder in its prime
Duly checked into rehab clinic
Going to say it one more time
To all those who chose prose
It ain’t poetry if it don’t rhyme
Taught is a sort of dirty grime
Shirty don’t care if you glower
Rhymes cease rest in peace
They say from their ivory tower
Poetry they sour by being dour
Well I for one will never cower
Contest can amaze & always
Come what may.. will forever
REST IN POWER!
(Critter's of Chaos)
Upon a realm where artificial lights flicker and fade,
Unbeknownst to denizens, an eldritch evil's laid.
Upon a realm where artificial lights flicker and fade,
Alien eggs nest in shadows cast by tower high,
Harboring secrets that soon will multiply.
With shells that splinter and release their putrid freight,
Nightmarish entities emerge, ready for the fray.
Critters of chaos, fueled by hunger's relentless fire,
Seek to consume all in their path, as if possessed by choir.
Our hapless heroes, cornered, faces pale with dread,
Confront a horde of beasties, their intentions clear ahead.
Yet ere the slaughter commence without reprieve,
An figure cloaked emerges, from doorway hidden.
"Away, ye vile spawn," quoth stranger, voice imbued
With ancient power, as device in hand glowed, infused.
And with a blast of energy pure and bright,
The mysterious savior engaged the Critters in flight!
Beasts recoiled and screamed as holy beams struck true,
Shriveling back to eggs, their evil undone knew.
Critter's abandoned few!
He made his unique and special mark in this world
A journey through life that he alone could make.
And the pain of his loss reverberates
Like a heavy burden, and a deep well of sadness.
Only the mysterious Almighty knows why
this caring and kind man had to slip away.
Our hearts are seared and weakened with grief
A lovely widow is left behind in quiet sorrow.
Those bright, intelligent eyes, coupled with mischief
A ready smile, an ease with which he shared.
A great love story between him and his bride
And a deep faith and love for his Lord defined him.
Someday we will meet again on the other side
A glorious day, a new dawn, at the marriage supper of the Lamb.
For those he has left behind, there is a wanting, a deep loss
Yet hope and greater joy await us when we shall meet again
Forevermore.
Written on 4/12/2015
Dedicated to the memory of
Dave Cantelon
who passed into Glory on 3/21/2015
It's so sad to hear the news today
Another brother has passed away
Mick elliott is his name
This is Trully a real shame
Ellydog as he was known
A great bloke and mentor for all below
He didn't mince his words this is true
But always willing to help if you were in a stew
I first met mick in a place called Bramcote
Where people ran around without a coat
By coat I mean without a stitch
This was just some of the antics
501 jasper was his det
All his crew will never forget
I never served with him on tour
From what I hear it was never a chore
An FC Barnet fan he certainly was
Even if never winning was a cause
Always believing they'd win the FA Cup
Oh micky boy never happen so shut up!
Never offended or hurt by his mates
Mikey elly dog your now at those pearly gates
You've joined some other really great guys
Keep looking over us from the sky's
I hope you are now at peace
But you have left a empty space
Not up their but here on earth
You will be missed can't replace your worth
Rest in peace ellydog
Save a place round the burning log
Pull up some sandbags and have a natter
About all things that don't really matter
You were a legend in your own right
Trully be missed your star shines bright
I hope you have found your peace
But no more mention of Barnet please
Hey old friend
I miss you so much
I have been drinking so much for sober thoughts
I have been reading to stop thinking
I now know too much but I don't know the truth
Hey old friend
Do you still remember me
I am just getting back to my senses
Life has distracted me from you
I have worked so hard to do nothing
Hey old friend
If you have a minute, ring me
Say you forgive me
For just going missing
I really thought it would save me
I believed that I had to lose faith
Hey old friend
if we do not meet
I died remembering your name
I think that's cool in this age
Where all we do is look at mirrors and hate ourselves
Hey Old friend
I miss you
Hey old friend
I love you
Hey old friend
Lets be younger again
I am you