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Thanksgiving 1930
Mama was running around the house trying to make space for everyone to lay their heads when the night draped the day.
The house was jovial and laughter bang against the four walls like a rushing tide against an embankment, and it filled the cracks with vibrating music.
The aroma of baked turkey, ham, and yams live freely in the air with tobacco smoke. It was one of the most happiest and memorable day of my life.
My cousins and I made thunderous cacophony while running through the house.
The men in the family sat in the parlor in front of the fireplace sipping on papa's dandelion wine, and verbalizing their views on politics and agriculture.
The women gathered in the kitchen to prepare the meal and exchange recipes.
They knew everything significant about the world, according to them.
They knew every poultice and herb to fix for just about any type of ailment.
They knew and philosophized on the affairs of the heart.
They knew the words of the Lord and quote them in their solicitous conversations.
They were icons
Excerpt from short story Pinstripe Suit
copyright Labyrinth of Life 2007. Labyrinth of Life is a compilation of short stories and poetry.
"PreOccupation"
spiced
cut up poetry
divides
numbers
intentional
drivel moved
to the side
on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up
a much loved
addiction
novel and short
Pre Occupation
of all the glossy
shrouded shrouds
minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed
the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls
blow it all
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up
gladiator
brides
are us
sucking it
all up
like sweet custard
vampire voices
puck shot
through goal posts
cleansed?
they think they're missed;
I think not
baptised virtuous
scrabbled
war torn pilgrims
the lecherous
with nothing
better to do
watch all
bride defectors
sign language
look into the mirror
your reflections all
on repeat, the watchers
all wisened
move through,
or move
through not
they still avidly watch
the time wasting
away
Pre Occupation
sides and numbers
all blood suckers lost
buried, wearing
their shrouds
poetry in lines
black and white
cut up neatly
divided
on a blank page
the sucked up
read all the
time wasted
lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches Vampires,
suck blood and be
merry
“The meeting commences in the arena;
Gladiators and space defectors
In walk the druids and the shock troops
In walk the druids and the shock troops
Ringside seats, bird's eye views
Video cameras only tell the truth
Milliards of youths complacent in the eyes
Of their contemporary sleuths
Witch-wizards sat on cosmic thrones
The new age crowned all skin and bones
The sacred priestess of Merlin The Mage
Opens the book, she turns the page ...”
...
"Conspiracy of silence
An orgy of peace
They're all here from every sphere
From every planet to shake their spears
Divide the lands of the halls of Pan
Painted warlords in their hordes
Asa kings and obi queens
Step from my skull and live my dreams
(excerpt/”Druids”, Toyah Wilcox, 1982)
“Children of the Sea, is a song about ecology".
- Excerpt from a 2006 interview for Toazted,
where Dio explains the message he wanted pass to
the world with the lyrics of the song Children of the Sea.
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Climbing
mountains
we crush the ice
Reaching
beyond skies
we blind the earth
Digging
to touch core
we lick clean
Soiling the soil
the seas, the air
we still celebrate
False calls
reverberate
climate change
We’re lost
Lost children
of Lord, Yes
We’re here
to spoil
His gifts - singular,
precious and rare
we are just
breathing guillotines
Look out! We’re sinners
Look out! We’re looters
Look out! We’re unworthy
Lost children of Lord
Yes, yes, true
We’re here to stay.
The love of God so utterly amazing
it astounds the mind to think upon
how is it possible that God of very God
should die, yes die indeed it's no con
This God put all my sin on His Son
to pay the perfect sacrifice for my salvation
what amazing perfect love can one believe
this is my God who planned my redemption
So long my inward spirit lay in chains
dark by my sin covered by nature's night
there seemed no way of gaining escape
my heart blackened left to humanities plight
Within feeling a quickening unknown
eyes came upon me like never before
inside my jail cell, all was light
blazing aglow it opened my door
Then I knew I had been loosed
from the chains of sin that bound me
arose did I went forth following on
Jesus died indeed for me! and can it be?
(This is based on an excerpt from the hymn 'And can it be?' by Charles Wesley.
Psalm 107: 13-16(ESV)
"Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress.
He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death,
and burst their bonds apart.
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
for his wondrous works to the children of man!
For he shatters the doors of bronze
and cuts in two the bars of iron.")
An excerpt from my new short story:
Contributing factors, however, are deemed as an assortment embracing negativity and were reinforcements for the young idealist. Granted to resonate by the dark lord was his underlying purpose. The premise has been appropriated. Likewise, the preceding groundwork was properly shoveled underneath. A particular young idealist realigns his outlook and foresees his fresh novel and still sought-after directive. Politics was a voracious subject, not so much academically, but it's a side subject welcomed by scholars considering it just as an extra curriculum. The topic may have been reworded, but his inner values sustain him representing his singular verbiage that goes on unwaveringly. As his agenda gathers momentum, attracting newcomers who realign their political views with his, draws the attention of the local region. Soon thereafter, the rest of the country will be on the ball, by way of his name. His political point of view which framed him since birth, now frames a country. The dark lord is on the rise bearing gifts purposed for an original firstborn. Introduced into a split family valued life of pluses and minuses, and compounded with his educational woes, evil's birthright was given a unique name. Historians, during their early stages, were amidst the golden glow of a virgin Europe, circa 1900.
It would later serve as a guide for his yet-to-be, future. WWI military losses for the Central forces were; 4,386,000, with; 3,700,000 civilian casualties. The Russian Empire conceded to the Bolsheviks Revolution who then executed the Imperial family. Military losses for the Allied forces were; 5,525,000, with; 4,000,000 civilian casualties. The German Empire ended after Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated his throne on November 9th, 1918. Two days later on the 11th of November 1918, The Peace Armistice was signed by the newly formed, German Republic, and the Soviet Union. The end of WWI left a highly decorated Adolf, wholly confident and sharply experienced.
whistlesandspacesfar
Edward Estlin Cummings
e x t r a v a g a n t poet
puddle wonderful
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December 26, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/puddle-wonderful
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 1316-561-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Inspiration EE Cummings poem - Chansons Innocentes
excerpt from the poem Chansons Innocentes
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
Do you ever write….just to write
Just to let your heart explode
Into a kaleidoscope of word colors
Embellishing the page of someone's life?
Does everything have to be a contest?
Guided by a theme
You forget the dream
Of your own magnificent thoughts?
Do you ever write…just to write
To release that fantasy
That prowls around in that gilded cage
Not sage
Not tamed
But that wildness that you keep
hidden inside
oh so unbridled
savage!!
Let it go free
unleash it for me
Write!
Write and break the bars of norms and forms
Of expected rules and lines
Rhymes and syllable straight jacket crimes
Oh…do you ever write
to let that madness free?
Do you ever write…just so you can breathe
To let go of pain so deep
the scream that tears across the page
Primal rage
At all who did you wrong
Killed and butchered your song
Eating you alive
Demon cries
clothed in sheep words by others
Not you
Let it be heard
That rebel yell
From internal hell
"cleanse me!"
Let your tears drop on the page
spent of rage
Knowing I will feel
empathy symphony of kindred souls
Write
For YOU
Write
For ME
Write
For what will be
No contest consternation
Just…
an disrobing of "spirit's clad in veils"
a naked camaraderie
we are both the same
What a shame
To twist and turn
And dress to please
Someone whose
taste may be stale
Who knows not how to tease
PLEASE
Just
Write
For you
Write
For me
And that contest
for NOW
Just
LET IT BE!
I want to see
Your naked soul!
Eileen Manassian
The quotation is from Christopher Cranch's poem, Gnosis...I will share an
excerpt of this amazing poem...
Gnosis
THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
Christopher Cranch
So...let's disrobe and undress...without rules...Let's confess. Let our light
shine...not scattered but whole...body and soul.
Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station,
Took a train for forty minutes,
Got into another for only ten minutes,
reached Queen's Park.
Mornings are hectic,
found a seat beside the window,
looked at all the faces around.
It was an university-bound train,
many young faces, fashionable jeans,
wearing T-shirts with interesting quotes - from " life's a garden/dig it" to
"Life is short/Talk Fast"! Some other people heading to downtown
work-places; their faces were grim! were they having a fight with their bosses? And contemplating whether it was time to quit that job!
Carried a book about art history to read. She really should have read the book before visiting Louvre five years ago! How many people read art history in the subway? She did, and enjoyed immensely, in between looking at all the faces she had never met before, and probably would never meet! This happened for twenty-five days! Twenty-five days of her life she took a subway, and headed to a hospital where they treat cancer-patients! Read an art-history book in the subway, and slogged to the hospital imagining some day joining the universities around!
October 13, 2022
For 'Chapter 1" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Excerpt from my poem "Ride In The Subway For Twenty-Five Days"
I remember Mama…
Always cooking,
Always sweeping,
Always washing dishes,
Always cleaning the laundry,
Always helping with homework,
Always counseling, and
Always pregnant!
She taught us how to work
When she bought a sack of nails
And showed us how to drive them straight.
She made us pull the bent nails
And straighten them
So we didn’t waste a one.
We drove the sack that day
And had a lot of fun.
Mama taught us discipline
And patience
As well as dedication
And love.
She expected nothing in return.
Her fortune
Was our love, when we were young.
Now years have past
And Dad is gone,
He leaves five men to carry on:
“Stand tall, stride long and
Dance to no one else’s song.”
Mom, the Matriarch left alone,
Rules a vacant, empty home.
She waits to teach one final lesson
And all the while remembers…
When We Were Young.
This is an excerpt from "When We Were Young"with a new title for the "Mother" Contest.
Liberal translation of an excerpt from the verse portion of Lotus Sutra, Chapter 25 (Avalokitesvara Chapter).
"..Say you are pushed off the face of Mount Meru,
By invoking the powers of Avalokitesvara,
You will float in the void like the Sun.
Or if you are chased by hound like pursuers
To the edge of the Vajra Cliff, invoke the
Powers of Avalokitesvara, and not one hair
Would be harmed. If you are surrounded by
Vindictive brigands, each with sword in hand,
Recall the strength of Avalokitesvara, and
Mercy and forgiveness will swell in their hearts.
Should you be ensnared in the law of Magistrates,
And sent to the guillotine, invoke the powers of
Avalokitesvara, and the blade would shatter.
If you are shackled or forced into stocks, cry out
For Avalokitesvara, and the chains will break away.
Say sorcery and black art are used against you,
If you keep Avalokitesvara close to heart, the malice
And harm would be returned to the ill wisher.
Or if you meet vicious Rakshasas, dragons of poison,
And other fearsome ghosts, by crying for Avalokitesvara,
None would dare do harm. And If trapped by fearsome beasts,
With teeth and claws long and sharp, invoke the powers
Of Avalokitesvara, and they will all scatter and flee in haste..."
Translation released into Public Domain