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THE FLYING NUN
Disposed to high speed,
the rushing air through her covering —
to the police, known as “The Flying Nun”
My great, great Aunt was a lot of fun.
First saw me, as I stood tall as her knee.
Years passed, sped by at long last —
a station wagon, loaded up with Mother Superior
and her companion, and all manner of things —
beautiful dolls, coasters, toaster cover and nicknacks.
I grew tall as a weed, scattered dandelion seeds.
Took three with me to visit my charitable Aunt.
The convent nuns treated the kids to ice cream,
flying as we were leaving, a couple giddy penguins
gave gobs of candy to my kids, and huge pencils
with red lettering “I Love Philadelphia”
By airmail, letters would flutter to me back home,
with loving bookmarks, and inspirational verse,
always asking for more stamps,
so the mail could lift off and land.
My dear Aunt became a nun at fourteen,
once said, if it hadn’t been for the convent,
she’d have been a movie star.
She took up the habit
as expected, by her family core.
A while passed,
missed —
Dear One — Rest In Peace!
2/4/2018
*Passed away several years ago.
Standing in a garden on the edge of a ridge
Pissing out of the wine of the night
The sea below looks to be grumbling
But the party is still louder than that
The Heavens above may be burning
Yet she's back there holding my hat
If she saw me here in my manhood
There would be two dances more to be had
But she's too busy with a mild maiden
Judging my shadow, my words, and this song
I wish I had a memory to cling onto
Instead of my wit which is decidedly gone
There's a roundabout of gentlemen wild
Drinking all in sight that's left to be sunk
My lady stands glimmering below light-bulbs
Strung lower than my standards tonight
Though luck has made me a winner
Tonight I can't bare to get into this fight
It would be me, myself and an umpire
Judging my swings against my blows
Now I'd usually have myself done for
But her skin has arrested my fists
And opened they hold out my heaviness
Like schoolboys caught, or tramps to the blind
I could shoot myself here by the bandstand
And sit dying in a pool of my piss and blood
I ain't ready for love and its yelling
Its burning sensations and welcoming arms
No give me a chance at the brutal
Give me another go at the dolls
Don't hold out this angel and torture
Don't make me a martyr tonight
My reputable repertoire of near misses
Is staked though the fix in the game
She dealt me a night of clean aces
But I've been fishing and soon lose it all
She eyes me like land from open sea
But this old crow want to nest and forget
My black feathers they aught to be stretching
Flying east to dawn with a dove
That I could steal from her beak some olives
And make a crown of peace to depart
My last drink I drink has me spilling
All my needs the length of a woman
Let this fool be wrapped in her wiles
My glass shatters to diamonds and shards
Best cut your feet in this garden of Eden
And step hard to forget her somehow
the moon is right
it's midnight
mi and you
day and night
are you the one
promised to love me
when the morning begun
when you kissed me
i know
i'd spend my life
making love to you
day and night
night and day
lets go get ourseles
something to eat
call our freinds
so we can meet
order all the food
in the restuurant
stand behind me
let me get in front
kissing and smooching
cuddle up doll
hugging and kissing
like cuddle dog dolls
let see a movie
caught the train uptown
shop in the mall
turn that frown upside down
let's get real close
that's what I wanna do
have some fun just me and you
Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.
That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky and his Friends’ is unveiled.
Marx Brother’s are no longer on TV,
the first ‘Barbie’ dolls are ready for sale.
Vince Lombardi takes over the Packers,
the Cardinals trade just one player for nine.
Tom Landry starts to coach for the Cowboys,
in about 30 years he will resign.
Boston Celtics score one seventy three,
Candlestick Park is now Bayview’s new name.
One-forty-eight straight then Yogi errors,
Boston Red Sox last race barrier team.
Food stamps help to fill our hungry bellies,
a new design for the pennies tail end.
The Dalai Lama has to leave China,
Al Ginsberg’s “Lyseric Acid” is penned.
Hawaii becomes state number fifty,
Japanese Americans freed once more.
Russia shows us the far side of the moon,
America wants to even the score.
No one knows why they played two All Star games,
least they sent someone to the Hall of Fame.
The AFL is the new football league,
Eddie Lubanski bowls two perfect games.
Oklahoma’s prohibition is done,
Soviets to invade Afghanistan.
Able and Baker leave orbit and back,
and NASA announces their moon trip plan.
SR.N1 is the first flying ship,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is now banned.
Planet 9 from Outer Space aptly named,
as the world’s ‘worst film’ and then it gets canned.
The discovery of Zinj means humans,
had lived at least two million years ago.
Ike bounces his message off of the moon,
we hear that Kookie can lend us his comb.
Hendrix buys his first electric guitar,
he only plays one gig and then gets fired.
Bob Dylan graduates from his high school,
and he is beginning to be inspired.
There’s a growing sense that things are changing,
people can’t quite put their finger on it.
In Wakenda I’m clinging to my mom,
and my diapers keep filling with ‘not spit’.
Don't leave me hanging sis!
I came out of nowhere with an agenda on the mind
Joining the soup to be near my favorite love
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
Then came round three and more.
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happens naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me
Inside me, she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyone mind with words
I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joking way back then
(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))
Cooper is a Brit car
Alice sleeps on a bed of nails
Million dollar babies’ applause
Tomorrow’s yuppies
Headless chickens twirl on stage
Vodka inside the mind
Alice fell down the well
Classical music was weeping in the clouds
Welcome to my nightmare Alice
I love you to death
Killer
Golfer
Dreamer
Villains dancing on graves
Butchered baby dolls
Make great dead babies sacrifices
Black widows love young boys
Rolls Royce rock and roll
The spot light takes its toll
Formula 1 was a dead end race
Beer and cartoons day by day
Just a little insane, insane
Insane
Was the dead mans game
Blood flows on gold rimmed toilets
Crimson theatrics sucking life’s womb
Monster Alice became the baby
Who had to go home
Preachers son, love never undone
Coffins ready, graves already dug
Rock stars all crawling on the dung
Only women bleed
Only men plead
For the open seeds
Cheryl this is your song
This is your voyage
Running in circles
Running in whiskey dreams
Skinned alive
Fame and the devil
No more Mr. nice guy
Stuck inside
Stuck in the dark
Demons and piano keys
I have become Alice
I have become my dream
I have become my demon
Hold me tight
Let me see the light
Cheryl saw me die
Poison
Back to life
Eighteen again
Eighteen more holes
I love you Cheryl
I saw the faces
of dolls.
Pink cold dolls,
blind frightened dolls.
Dolls with round uniform
shoulders.
Curtains hung everywhere like
skin,
I spread them like lips.
Through the window,
it was us in a cave.
My children were chewing on cereal.
With hearts of dough,
their minds were softer than clay.
I reached into the damp hole,
touched the unabridged volumes,
the pages packed with lies.
I reached wanting to save
them.
But my fingers were frost bitten
with rage.
The throat of my brain
swallowed me.
Each step I sank,
shadows were ink in my clothes.
Each word a vinyl toy
resisting the rain.
Until to reject the lies,
I garnish shoddy freedoms
like a thrill seeker.
Until I became a liar,
and my sleep
was watching
my murder.
The ideas cluttered and tarnished me,
indelible the notions by the
dumpster load.
Eyes in the darkness seemed
predatory.
But only alone,
I listened to the sound
of my wounds infecting me.
As a Marine
with a steel mind
for a trap
clamped shut,
I protect my ashes
from
the ignorant!
They thunder past
in radiant trucks,
on glorious tractors.
Their habitual smiles ablaze.
They turned the pipes
and melted the iron.
I did not look.
it was my head that was tilted
like a mannequin.
It was only me
who wondered if
I could hear myself
mutter.
And me who prayed
I might still be breathing.
Published in Cafeteria - December 1977
I can still recall my attic room,
where I played with my teddy and dolls;
in my so perfect small girl bedroom,
I loved the floor, windows, and the walls.
Where I played with my teddy and dolls,
I would dream up wild fantasy tales;
I loved the floor, windows, and the walls,
leaving my torment- I set my sails.
I would dream up wild fantasy tales,
spent long hours in a make believe haze;
leaving my torment- I set my sails,
I let go of all truth and malaise.
Spent long hours in a make believe haze,
in my so perfect small girl bedroom;
I let go of all truth and malaise,
I can still recall my attic room.
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June 25, 2020
Poetry/Pantoum/Childhood Nostalgia
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1262-903-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Feelings of Nostolgia
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration - Image #3
First Place
Here are six tales of six relatives of mine
Now all have passed in the passage of time
Mostly seen through the eyes of a child
Poetic licence used for I’m no Oscar Wilde
~~~
Aunt Ada and Aunt Edie were a scary pair for me
Ada wore a real live fox fur dangling from her neck
And as a child I really thought this is where it slept
Of course it was not breathing as the poor thing it was dead
But nothing could convince me ~ for to me it was asleep instead
Edie was Ada’s companion or that is how it seemed
Much smaller in stature she walked behind Ada
Who strutted ahead when her mind it was set
Each day Ada dressed in her Astrakhan coat
And walked to her ‘bookies’ where she placed her daily bet
~~~
Another scary person whom I only met the once
A cruel step mother came to stay
When I saw her face I ran away
Her face was pointed
Her nose was too
Her countenance a paler shade of blue
And with her came her daughter too
A spookier pair I never knew
From whence that day the day they came
Their names we never spoke again
~~~
My dearest Grandpops ~ loved him lots
A character through and through
He wore a black beret perched upon his head
With a loosely tied dickie bow draped round his neck
A master magician with his performing dog named Win
Performing caricatures by his favourite Dickensian
Wishing he was here ~ passed in his 84th year
Wanting many answers to questions unasked
For the young have no time for to stop and to hear
When young, one can be so selfish I fear
And that is the reason I wish he was here
~~~
An uncle in the navy spent months away at sea
Like Father Christmas he returned ~ I sat upon his knee
His knapsack overflowed with gifts for family and for me
Exotic lace and silk and dolls and fancy fans and herbal tea
Ivory figures large and small he'd bring from a foreign land
He would sit for hours spinning yarns of the Orient exotic and grand
~~~
his visits stopped so suddenly no more gifts were sent
to this very day I have no inkling where my uncle went
Written 15th November 2020
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She sat, caressing her tiny gold cross.
Then, a swift bullet, and into heaven,
With Angel’s wings, she had crossed.
Her Easter Bunny, does not know yet,
That she won’t hold him again, so he
Sleeps in peace and does not fret.
Her precious dolls, sit in her buggy.
Totally unaware, they will never be hugged.
This sad afternoon, by their little mommy.
Her parents’ hearts torn to shreds.
They embrace and weep, oh,my God!
Our sweetest angel, lost, forever dead.
Then her Kitty, whom she named, Jello.
Leaps on their laps, purring and soft.
Even his warmth, cannot make them mellow.
Easter with the Lord, her very first one!
And people ready to care for her.
Au Revoir, your sparkling wings,in the sun!
3/29/2023