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Birthday reflections
I have not written anything today because
it was my birthday yesterday, and that is rather depressing.
It goes like this when you are seven, and they give you a cake,
you can’t wait to be eight, or in my case 80 and that thought
brings no joy other than marking the track to my demise with
fairy lights; and should someone give you a cake you can`t eat
it because you have diabetes.
Enough about me!!! My dog died eight years ago she was
sorely missed a friend who always got in the last bark.
I once tried to commit suicide threw a rope across a beam
stood on my desk, for hours I stood there till someone knocked
on the door, it was the meter reader I was glad to see him
after standing on the desk for 5 hours I was beginning to feel a bit
ridiculous and the dog was sleeping on the sofa, not the slightest
concerned; so I go on living then that all I can do.
Joseph and Mary tried to find shelter but they were unable.
Finally, an innkeeper gave them permission to use his stable.
Jesus was born in that stable and Mary put him in a manger.
An angel appeared to Joseph in a dream and told him that Jesus was in danger.
An evil king was sending people to kill the Son of God.
The king who did this was none other than King Herod.
Mary and Joseph took Baby Jesus away, they had to flee.
Jesus and his family wound up living in Nazareth of Galilee.
Because Jesus was perfect, he was a man who people could trust.
Jesus and his father love us so much that Jesus died for all of us.
It was a day when He laid down His life
It was a day when He finished the task that
He decided upon before the foundations of the world
It wasn't easy, but it was worth it
It was Friday but Sunday was coming
Jesus died on the cross and through
His shed blood our sins are forgiven
He was willing to give His life
So that we could have a life
He died so that we could get back
The Kingdom which man lost in the beginning!
His death could not stop His resurrection
His pain could not stop His Glory
His purpose brought His passion
The love of the Father restored our souls
It was Friday but Sunday was coming
The Blood of Jesus cleanses our sins and
The Resurrection gave us the Holy Spirit
Glory to God the Father
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
("Contagion III", 2020, original pen and ink and oil)
Trigger Warning
From the safe space of my hardened little heart
I send out my love
In waves of conditional bliss
To all who are just like me.
And since that’s actually no one
That love only fills the hollow hardened space
A geode no one will ever open.
Yet within this mirror-facetted crystal cave
A whole world revolves
Like a Whoville on a clover blossom
Hidden from every other by the simple
Abundance of endless pink waving plains.
Last night a friend shared these words of wisdom;
The cause of Suffering:
“Reifying Nothing”
The end of Suffering:
“Reifying Nothing”
With the sobering effect of pinpointing
That the contentious sides of anything
Are always looking at the same thing
The thing itself
Being so gracious to effortlessly accommodate
Any and all projection
The little distortions
Our hardened little hearts
Create in the vibrating space
Of their solitary confinement.
Each of us all together all alone
The ultimate truth
Being that all truth is relative;
The kernel of ancient wisdom
At the heart of the postmodern cancer
Multiplying in ever increasing mutational loads
Consuming itself
Killing its own in a territorial imperative
Of survival through ever dividing
Identities
Each standing on the head of the oppressed beneath
Each consuming the flesh of those who died before
In the struggle for a cosmic justice
That lives nowhere but
The perfect world of our own crystalline hollow
Now in disarray
Each waiting for a Horton savior
To hear our tiny desperate plea
Acknowledging that we too are a person
No matter how small, or brown, weak, foolish or *****
That we too are
All that we dream.
(11/21/23)
( Based on the animated musical produced by Walt Disney
based on the fairytale written by Charles Perrault.)
"Hello Cinderella, how are you ?
I am very happy and still in love,
the Prince is kind and handsome;
and from the first kiss it was truelove !"
"What became of your animal friends ?
I brought all the birds, and the mice,
and other animals to live in the palace;
now, they are safe and think it is quite nice !"
"What became of your stepsisters ?
I allowed them and their mother to stay
in my manor, because they had nowhere to go;
I am sure they will grow old there and decay !"
"What was it like after your father died ?
I was a girl when father remarried,
Lady Tremaine who had two daughters;
then father died shortly after and was buried.
The daughters Anatasia and Drizella were spoiled;
and Lady Tremaine was very mean,
I had to live in a dusty attic room with the mice ;
and everyday had to scrub and clean ! "
"It must have been exciting to go to the ball ?
Oh yes, I was excited and wanted to go,
but it seemed impossible that I could;
until my fairy godmother helped me as you know.
The stepsisters had ripped apart my mother's dress,
but, fairy godmother made me a shimmering gown to wear,
made a pumpkin into to a stage coach;
four white mice into white horses fair,
and a old horse and a dog into a coachman and footman;
it was magic but only till the stroke of midnight.
At the ball I danced with the prince and walked in the garden,
and when we kissed it was delight ! "
"So I know the ending, your foot fit the glass slipper ?
Yes, of all the maidens in the kingdom it only fit me,
and though my stepmother and sisters tried to stop it;
the glass slipper was the key,
soon after I married the prince !"
"Cinderella, my last question is what is
your advice for young girls ?
I want every young girl to know they are a star,
and to never ever give up on their dreams;
because if they wish and wish they can go far,
as the song goes- A dream is a wish ! "
_________________________
February 09, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Conversation With Cinderella
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1428-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Conversation A Fictional Character
sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 03/02/2022
First Place
America might get lost to the highest population, lost because no one may be here to protect or care, many have died from abortion, drugs, and lack of care.
Many Americans died by their own hands, the men voted to allow abortion, and allowed many to die, leaving no one to take care of America.
America may become a place of foreign control because the Americans failed to make children, and the place became a land with few Americans.
America, in about 1973, had been on track to become a great place, but the failure to protect the unborn and build families caused America to run into the ground.
America is now a strange place; a lot hate it and work to destroy Americans.
Death can be by lack of care, or by not allowing one to thrive, death can come from many ways, not just by the body dying it can come slowly by the drugging with stuff that leaves you in a cloud.
The American Constitution states the term we and our posterity making an exclusive population, for Americans to live, has abortion and other ways caused the posterity of America to die.
In 2026, we will celebrate America’s 250th anniversary, and we will continue to pray for America.
So pray, stay clean and sober, welcome babies, welcome friends, grow, be healthy, and never give up your freedom.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
I used to sleep with depression and kiss shame on the cheek
Trying to run from all the lies, but myself was chasing me
I was drowning from all that I cried but let me tell you what one of HIS tears did for me
But, first I must rewind to my past where my thoughts were slowly choking me
I even circled a couple of dates with no lady R.I.P.
Fast forward in one months time I'm totally free, compared to about 28 years of new age slavery
I was chained to regret, opinions, debt, social media, threats, fear, pride, and of course selfishness
Alcohol got me too, I was thirsty but never quenched
In stress I was drenched
Then my speech that was meant for life became a toxic poison, so please, please, please, excuse my french
And I'm spite of getting drunk off my own self indulgence
HE still chose me as well as all of you ladies and gents
HE took my life and erased it clean, giving me a new genesis, in His love I am redeemed
I deserve absolutely nothing but in Him I have more than everything
So I preach the sermon of my testimony to all who are listening
I no longer live the life I used to breathe
I was speeding towards death, hanging myself where He died for me, and took His last earthly breath
So, He sent me a reminder text
I am next
To still waters, a firm Oak Tree
And one by one He removed the nails of persecution from my being
Therefore I sing a praise of Hallelujah and hear the voices of angels echoing
Oh what a joy it is too walk with Jesus again, my strength is planted in His roots like osmosis
He lit candles around the past of my diagnosis
So I could forever smell the scent of victory
One thing about my God, He never stops working
Over time it's something we all see, so I encourage you to sell Him first and often
I now remain present in His presence, humbling myself and emptying out all of the world I still hold
Multiplied two fold I repent
With freedom I am chained to the love of His new covenant
No matter the cross before me I remain faithfully obedient
Knowing one day all will proclaim HIM as Lord in Jesus Name
So, if you ask me what God has done in my life, these are the words I will sing
As He continues to deliver you and me
p.s. and I'ma shout it from the roof tops, better yet a mountain just in case you were wondering...
These words were written by a pearl with craft
A child went to Egypt with no quiver
The land of idolatry and witchcraft
To find a sole pearl in the Nile river
The pearl was guarded by the Ancient Snake
The child, in the heat of the sun and sand
Listened to the snake’s lullaby awake
A spell that called mist to cover the land
Memories of parents died and exiled
The pearl was lost in the mist in a swirl
But a letter shone to the orphan child
He remembered his soul and took the pearl
The child returned to the Dawn-land on raft
These words were written by a pearl with craft
Date: 05/14/2022
Contest: Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Contest's Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Her father was a gardener his shoes were never clean
They were always brown and dirty…which helped his thumbs stay green.
She remembers watching him with his plants…she remembers being amused
Sometimes all she saw of him was the bottom of his shoes.
He could grow anything he put his mind to…flowers…vegetables…fruits…
and as each new growing season awakened he’d slip on his old boots.
She asked him once why wear those old shoes…why not get something new…
He smiled and said, “Their comfortable and I trust them.”
and she thought…they’re just like you.
She was cleaning out his workroom the summer after he died…
deciding what to keep and what to lose…
when in the corner where he always left them…
she saw her dad’s old shoes.
She smiled, picked them up, held them close…
and when she lifted them…some dirt
from the bottom of her father’s shoes
had rubbed off on her shirt.
She keeps his old shoes as a reminder…
of a father who was wise and gentle and kind
and every time she holds them
she thinks of the footprints he left behind.
Last year, I got struck by lightning on the head.
When I was rushed to the ER, I was nearly dead.
Now I get struck by lightning every day.
I guess I'm lucky not to have passed away.
I get struck by lightning even if there is no thunderstorm.
I've been struck so many times that I've become deformed.
When it struck my nose, it left a big hole because it had to be amputated.
Because of that, I can't succeed with any of the girls who I formerly dated.
Being struck by lightning also made my teeth fall out and it made me go deaf.
A man once gave me CPR and he damn nearly died because of my bad breath.
When most people are struck by lightning, they are doomed.
But lightning no longer hurts me, I guess that I've become immune.