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Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
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May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
I don’t have time for this
These words
These endless words
Idle commuters
Waiting….impatiently
On the subway platform
Jostling for position
Hoping to get a seat
A gazing flash of light
These words
This compilation of compulsion’s creativity
Clamoring crazily
Challenging the implication
Of meter’s maniacal manipulations
Dancing on the head of a pen
Yet, I must choose
While listening to the chorus of
Pick me…pick me
And still … I listen to them
Weighing the worthiness of their weight
Knowing that they know their place
If I will but loosen my grasp
On the instrument
of our freedom
With unmerciful intensity is the ringing,
the sound of my voice but I'm not singing.
No music in delightful chords do I hear,
Only incessant echoes play on in my ear.
Over and over, are the diminishing sounds,
Like the baying howls of fox-chasing hounds.
What words are those, so repeatedly given
until to the brink of insanity I am driven?
As in a canyon, whose walls reach so high,
I cannot staunch the words that I hear cry.
They blare at first, then gradually drift afar
repeatedly saying, "Scars from the warrrr."
Such sinister words, 'scars and war,' an eerie pair,
Why does hearing them cause me pain and despair?
There they go again and again, but why should I care?
Echoing, "Scars from the warrrr, more than I can bearrrr."
Fear reached inside and nearly consumed my heart.
I had a memory of a death, forgotten, so I thought.
Those echoed words were the ones I had cried,
when I heard the reason why my husband died.
"Scars from the warrrr," the last words I remember,
echo inside my head; an eternal smoldering ember.
December 12th 2015
Where Echoes Hide
Sponsor: John Lawless
Dimensions of truth
Spoken or unspoken ,
written or unwritten,
expressed or ever shared
Endless words ,numerous perceptions
and countless misconceptions--
are different dimensions to
the truth.
It makes many people wonder about what it is
and can anyone really define it?
Truth is something which pricks/breaks your heart
or makes you vulnerable.
Might be a light invigorating,
which calms and brings peace
An experience which tests your very own
self and existence.
Mostly a power which many cannot handle
and afraid to confront it.
An encounter which gives us new perspective
and a tough yet content choice to live with.
Its hard and rude when you speak/articulate
and aggressive when you write it.
one has to transcend beyond himself and his mind
to know its nature and its course.
Though the time changes
and people turning to different people
but the truth remains same.
Truth stands alone,may come many
tornados and is stark naked
even when facing temptations.,
with head held high and looking into the sky.
Truth may be alone most of the time
but it gathers true friends -honesty and bravery.
I am just a girl writing poetry (a woman) poetess like many and
it is sad how there are cliques that push their views
allmostlike . . . a gang with an influential alpha leader
the center of attention in words and words( infinity)
abashing the non-believers (those of a different opinion)
a narrow-minded few and haven for personswithmeanbraincells
I am no stranger to this pain(this childish devastation)
they have no respect for right or wrong or hurting
will bash anyone who stands alone . . .
the followers(like puppydogswaggingtails)follow mindlessly
oh gawd I don't like the clickclattercrackleclink of endless words
the cliqueycliquishcliquishly the inner circle of bullys
held together by a thread of theatrical banterlikebehavior
I know this behaviour(Iwas5yearsold)
see it is not just adolescents girls who enjoy cliquishness
a small group of few can form a crew agangofbashers
shameonyou . . .
but . . . I am proudstrong I am not in a clique
I am independent(yearsofbullying)has been my companion
so echoic cliques are useless againstthehighwall I have built
to protect my soul my spirit my poetry(yet you can still)
breakanalreadybrokenheart . . . shame on you and
thissweetkindgirlwoman has had enough
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May 30, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/shameonyou
Copyright Protected, ID 05-678-445-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Women Only #2,
sponsor, Kelly Deschler, Judged 2015
Fourth Place
Poem of the Day, June 1, 2015
I stare at my screen
Knowing the feeling I want to express but
The words refuse to come.
My fingers hover,
Waiting to be used
Waiting for my speech
My eloquent thoughts
To write themselves.
But nothing comes
I cannot say what I want
With the voice that I have.
My simple words cannot communicate
All the emotion I know is there.
They are not good enough to be beautiful
They are not enough.
I am not enough.
The screen turns black
As if telling me to give in.
My thoughts seem small and
Insignificant
Then
From the stillness sings a voice
To tell me I can.
To tell me it is not about waiting
For the perfect words
I must find my own way.
It is not about anyone else
It is about me.
And I know,
I know what to do.
Embrace my own hurt
Turn it into light,
And peace,
And joy.
Without knowing,
I have created a poem,
A song,
Something wonderful.
Beauty that came from despair.
They will say it is a waste
Of time,
Of paper,
Of myself.
That it is only endless words
Meaning nothing.
They are right.
It means nothing to them
Because I did not write it for them.
It is mine.
And it is beautiful.
I wish you were like these ocean currents,
with no feelings at all,
with no doubts,
just you doing your ordinary duty.
I wish you were always going to the right-
sided ways and flawless.
You have been unsatisfied lately
with what nature has been feeding you.
Why is your thirst unquenchable?
I want to know.
Is it you who let me sail
to the wrong cardinal points
or is it how the journey should be?
I’m here now,
wondering with endless words
manufacturing this and that,
I feel like giving up to that little light
you promised to show me.
I’m here today with questions in lanes
like beasts on a one way to the river.
Every heart I seem to touch fades in me,
I’m about to give up on you,
please don’t let me.
I try to let all these
Crazy thoughts go.
The darkness is strong,
It pulls from below.
I'm haunted by the
Love in the past.
I think my heart
Needs a cast.
I try, it's just me,
On my own.
The demon inside lives,
She has grown.
I see the worry in
Their eyes.
I was never good at
Wearing a disguise.
All the endless words
And questions.
The voices and
Useless suggestions.
I exist, I'm not living,
I'm not dying.
I'm not selling,
I'm not buying.
This feeling won't
Go away.
I sink a little deeper,
With each passing day.
She put my light out,
She watched it die.
With every breath,
She would sigh.
The first blow rocked me,
The second did too.
I kept thinking that
This can't be true.
With the snap of a
Finger, she was gone.
I don't know what this is,
I want it to be done.
Turbo1904 ?
A myriad of words could be written today
Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards
I will never cease the art of writing
Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about:
The liminal spaces who cannot speak
The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen
Our earth mother who cares so much for all
Our innate everlasting worth that can at times feel depleted or small
I channel endless words and my senses express
I welcome the all encompassing
I honor the ebbs and flows
The metaphorical deaths that transform and morph
I witness my consciousness ponder
And hope to surround others in auric fields of love and light