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Zahra was a woman and erotically lovely
Youthful, beautiful and passionate
Xanadu, an ice mountain paradise was her existence
Where she lived with her lover, a
Vampire, two hundred years un-dead
Utterly intoxicating was this man
Together they dwelled in bliss
Sublime and spiritual was their lovemaking
Rapturous murmurs of forever life his promise
Quivering, she whispered her deep love
Possession and control was his
Often he left their paradise to hunt
Never-failing to find the red blood they drank
Moments of madness haunted her
Leaving her life behind was her sadness
Kissing him always calmed her dead heart
Just before dawn they climbed inside an ornate coffin
Intertwined in each other arms
Hypnotic was his hold on beautiful Zahra
Gentle his cold touch
Flawless was their un-dead existence
Entrancing and ethereal is how she perceived him
Divine and desirable she could not resist
Charming her was easy for this dark un-dead man
Bedazzling her with whispered words and promises
And keeping her, his love prisoner . . .
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September 30, 2015
Poetry/Reverse ABC/Zahra
Copyright Protected, ID 15-713-514-0
For the contest, First Ever ZYX,
sponsor, John Lawless
4th Place
When that moment of union
Lifts the room and all souls inside,
They light up like jewels,
And some—few—glow in sad thought
A warm greeting,
But somehow knowing they hide pain
An outreach—an effort to console
Followed by the release of confession
A fervent blush on the cheeks,
Droplets welled up in the eyes
holding in all the love
They try desperately to hide
The feeling right before that rain—
The knowing that it must be so,
A certainty of deep love and affection
Tasted on the brink of hot tears
2.6.20
Note: This one may be less romantic to some, but I believe that sorrow is probably one of the more romantic emotions. This poem is about witnessing unrequited love in a room full of happy people cheering on a union.
The Once Dead Boy - Revised
Once upon a time there lived a little boy
Who filled his mother’s heart with boundless joy.
This sweet young lad was pure as snow
Spreading goodness and kindness like seeds that grow.
People couldn’t help but notice his eyes
Always shining brightly and looking up high.
He laughed and smiled from dawn to days end;
Never spoke a bad word and couldn’t count all his friends.
Boys and girls and grownups galore;
Everybody loved him until he laughed no more.
While riding his bike on a warm, spring day
A car rounded a corner and took him away.
But he never saw it coming and floated so high
Watching his dear mother weep, wail and cry.
“Why God, why God, why God me?
Why not another boy from across the sea?”
She cursed, fumed, begged and pleaded
But all her pain went quite unheeded.
Meanwhile the child just set his sights
On a place he knew beyond the light
Shining down from high above
With the pull so strong of pure, deep love.
As he traveled wide and went so far
Beyond the blue and past the stars;
Galaxies were toys just hanging there
Like a baby’s mobile in the cool night air.
While time stood still and truth became dreams
And he knew the answers to everything
From Aristotle to the age of space
And found himself without a trace;
While still connected to his mother’s mind, awakening
From his coma in the nick of time.
While the doctors said he was surely dead
For a while, who knows for certain?
(It’s a fine line between here and gone
And drawing the final curtain).
The moral of the story is the boy survived
Because no one knows the difference
Between dead and alive.
The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew
to southern Israel to predate on soft targets.
Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.
Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
Hate made their embittered hearts to mercy forget.
Abductions followed, having to terror avowed.
Then came the IDF's genocidal intent,
having intended global laws to circumvent;
Children, women, all consumed by mighty vengeance.
A disproportionate response beyond balance.
Homes, hospitals, Mosques, Churches and schools are levelled,
as Gaza is by torrents of bombs bedeviled.
I do not with a livid Israel sympathize,
nor do I with a besieged Gaza empathize.
With humanity I have my affinity,
for my deep love for it, tends to infinity.
Lost in the depth of his pearlescent black eyes
shining brilliantly
(Just for me)
Those almost-crimped wrinkles intensify his smile
ev'n as the sea breeze ruffles his hair
(I can only stare)
The thrum of my heartbeat can be heard
above the howling of the sea
at eventide
(We stand side by side)
Holding hands, we breathe in the salty tang silently
me and my macushla
(Handsome fella)
My feral flummoxed feelings of before have fled
now I am content with joy
My heart overflows
(I think it shows)
He winks at me knowingly
and I find myself falling plumb in love
with my husband once again.
03.18.2021
For John Hamilton's "Eight word Bardenesque challenge" contest
It's that time again to celebrate
amazing to think 28 years it's been
since we both committed to each one
so much happiness we have seen
Abundant memories to look back on
giving God thanks for his merciful grace
making us seeking to help each other
so our blessings put smiles on our face
A deep love for each one reigns supreme
seeking to think of the others good
God enabled us to love so selfless
to each other, for 28 years we've stood
So we look forward to our future
looking back thankful for all our time
but pointing forward in God's will
hand in hand secure to eternally climb
(27th April was my lovely wife Christine and my 28th wedding anniversary, so this is written for her in thankfulness to her and to God for the faithfulness and grace of God we've enjoyed.)
Night comes to relieve morning duty's pain,
That surely dissappear when down to bed
Before dawn announce its recurrent chain...
Time binds me with; keeps lightly, heavy head.
I wonder how smooth,
Sometimes the day runs...
Which ought be hectic,
But grace covers up.
Like chaff in the wind, worrying lost its place
To calm silence, ease promotes on my chest.
How soon it disappeared without bare trace;
Its roaring disturbance been laid to rest.
Faith's weapon does soothe
With easiness, stuns...
Yet seems electic
To redeem up.
Pride in money; love in trust, both ends hell.
Mark of respect; beast of lust, both marks vain.
For none without permission dare runs well,
Even when passion leads any off pain.
Keep growing through past,
Fighting speech's freedom...
When law blinds justice,
To stage caring heart.
Peace surely heals; war is ever wounded.
Right never fall; wrong stands per chance lay down...
When courage digressed, fairly bounded
Tears ever end gratitude- ingrate clown.
While growing real fast,
A matured forum;
Right-wrong armistice,
Tears not such apart.
On God I mask my s, defeats and wrong.
In him I have found deep love, joy and cheers
Despite how much more sins I hide in song...
He never forsake to forgive my tears.
Oh, my feelings shout!
What my wrongs ought spoil,
His grace mask throughout...
Each day doubt paints toil.
Hallelujah
It was a Victorian garden with winding paths,
With a formal terrace and a conservatory;
Where exotic plants flourished in the warmth,
And planted urns of wisteria and roses grew wildly.
Chestnut trees with fallen leaves crumbling;
Benches worn and beckoning to rest a soul;
The sky was muted and grey without a moon,
It was deeply dark and cool in the garden this night.
The lady was quietly absorbed as she walked,
Lost in her own world in this gentle atmosphere;
She wore a mauve gown that revealed pale skin,
And her wrap was of the softest peach chiffon.
A pearl necklace embraced her slender neck,
And dark flowing hair blew in the cool breeze;
Her sadness deep, perhaps the death of someone,
Perhaps the death of love yet she was in quiet repose.
He stood watching her for the longest of time,
There was such a calmness and serenity here;
A deep love for this lady filled his heart and soul,
And stepping off the terrace he called out her name.
. . . she ran to him weeping for she had thought him lost . . .
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March 4, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 03-647-289-04
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Mid July Standard Contest
Sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
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Submitted to the Premier contest, Pick A Subject
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 04/2015
Second Place
To Chimamanda A dream I want in reality.
There are flowers with beautiful petals I have seen
This people journey the mediterranean to see
I have watched miracle happen
I have seen joy when barren women conceive
Rains I have seen fall in deserts atleast
What my eyes have seen is bigger than the nile
But you make my heart tremble I can not lie
I can worship in your temple and be your priest
My I wish I make same claim as Oliver
More of you I crave and desire
Hold your cup up to me and I will drink with love
And fresh like the leaf my heart will be for you.
Chimamanda I know you will not let me fall
If your name gives hope to you
Then know in you I found no fault
I will love to love you once
Only and but for all.
How could my heartbeats’ ever forget?
Those deep verdant, greenish brown, flashing eyes
In no way, could I suppress my soft sighs.
Twas you, coming in sensuous kismet.
Orpheus, reaching his own Eurydice!
Your ship arrived, taking me to your sea.
I, with joy, ravenous for your sizzling touch.
With you, every minute’s not enough!
With dark blue and white satin decorations,
Awesome colors of your proud and great nation!
On its oak boards, potent drinks we imbibed.
You wisely understood that I was thine!
Our days on earth will one day end.
But whilst still here, we were dedicated,
By fate, in deep love, humans to procreate.
Divinely hugging the moon, my loving mate!
8/3/2022
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