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It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
You accept me, you don’t reject me…you are my constructive building blocks
I crawl on you like a weird-looking insect – I am curious of your peace and wraths
Or a mole on your skin, but I’d rather not see…your facial expression aftershocks
I dunno…we are independent, but I feel like…we cross paths…
My past girlfriend followed me on instagram…
And on Facebook…
And on Twitter…
And on other social media websites…
I barely got into social media when I was 30 years of age…
And I’m on many, many rampages…
Alzheimers, man, they have a way to trigger you
Into insanity…
Into a lane of vanity
To go up and down walls
Unknown to me at all
All y’all didn’t answer their calls
Don’t fall, don’t trip, stand tall
I was on snapchat when I was 47 years of age…
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar when I got hospitalized at age 13…
I am hard-working, but at the same time, there is nothing wrong with me…
I am pretty good for my age – I’m 97, going on 98…
I was a responsible adult, paying bills…nothing in the world is free
Nothing in this wretched world is free
Nothing in this crazy, physcho world is free
Nothing in this ever-whirling world is free
But, baby, always remember…
You were born in the month of December
Ooooh, now I didn’t lose my train of thot
Don’t I look hot? Oh wait, no hate, I lovin’ it…
I made progress and it’s exhilaratin’ and logically legit…
I may be materiasitic,
But at least I’m being realistic
I was born and raised rich
I ain’t no game glitch…
But, what goes around comes back around…
I am found, though my body, with gravity (which ain’t helping), has been bound…
Where’s my wheelchair?
Does anyone even care?
I am lying here in despair…
Help me, save me, everyone stares here
I am afraid; yet, I have no fear…
For God is here and there…
no one allowed accompany him
a lonely spirit in the dark of the night
wanders with the bone-chilling air, shivering
when he traipsed to find a place to set root down
it was always autumn during which time he was a flesh
that’s why; he was rolling on the ground pushed and shoved
by the wind seeking a inn for a night’s rest but was not found one
nonetheless, in the world of flesh with emotional changes
following the high and low of the wave
speed and direction of the flow of water
facial expression changes though hide it behind the darkness;
there, occasionally, was a shadow came and accompanied
to comfort me the lonely flesh in times, he stood there
as a saddened Pierrot dyed red under the setting sun
and other occasions, he stood amidst of a field of hardship
watching rising sun became a scarecrow
but now, he who even lost own shadow wanders in the deep sea beyond the sky not knowing why he has to roam as a spirit
what’s all about the moon
what you got to do with the sun
the water behind the fog and the clouds
runs into the nether world and continue pours into the highest heaven
and in this chaotic phenomenon
the poor spirit wanders to find a one
though he doesn’t know who this one would be
when, after all, the spirit sobs for unbearable loneliness
the time stops, his tears fill the void of ceased time
with the story full of miseries
Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.
She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.
As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
The pups were blind and defenceless without her.
The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
So these pups were so important to the packs future.
And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.
In the forest den . . .
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April 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Forest Den
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-015-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the Premier contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/2015
First Place
Fear comes in so many forms
to many all over the global whole
whats devistating to one soul
to another its an easy stroll
Speaking to a stranger for me
causes my fears to rise in a knot
the tongue is tangled with inner tension
which the price to loosen can't be bought
The facial expression tells it all
feeling helpless looking all red
no matter your effort to be released
even hello can't be said
Capitals all in every word
no letter is feeling small
oh to not feel the fear
just don't bother at all
Wish it was so easy
to switch off and let it go
but it's a communicating world
if you don't you miss the show
So fear confronts us all
in various forms and effects
making us uptight nervous and fearful
it all becomes so complex
AUTHOR NOTES:
my thoughts on my biggest fear.
in Love and Luck
there's only Fate
there is Will and Way
to shape each day
there is who we are but not
is the question in play
not defined by Power or Roles
But Deed
Or facial Expression
or solemn Confession
but Intent thru Content
not by lips but by Words
Truth of our Essential Self
Soul is spent
not by how long our hair
not because you are faster
or brighter
or Intellectual or have
a History
or story that says so
but by the intricate Balance
of Equality
without gender or obsolete
Definition
to be just who
we are as and who we are
for many ways to be balanced
equal to the stars that bore us
February 1, 2020
Gender Equality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Cross has many meanings and symbols in everyday life
It can be described as a facial expression of distaste or strife
To cross someone, a person hurts others for their own sake
A Cross is also known as the place Jesus died for us on the stake
Many people wear cross pendants, they are seen worldwide
“To Cross” can also be a bridge or road to travel to reach the other side
Cross can be patterns to follow to make some clothes or knit
Cross stitch was seen as a popular craft from the eighties, often in a kit
Cross can be a grade school memory of crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s
Cross reminds me of hot cross buns, their taste and smell are such a high
2/27/19
Cross-Your interpretation Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker
the passersby wailed in laughter
with a blink of an eye she sought the here after
prompting hatred she'd rid and had been
gone the sun's soul beaming within
left are the pieces contusion once dealt
exemplification deep purple, blue/black welt
anticipating that it is all in the imagination
innuendo scorns, undertones as intimidation
the nuances of facial expression and body language
an undercurrent hides beneath an open bridge
the windy storm blows farther its opaque steam
whilst whispering mantras gently stream
uttering phonemes begin and she softly chants
deep breaths balm lofty thoughts further enhance
‘I choose and listen how my inner voice druthers,
and not the random opinions of others’
forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds—perfume
on the heel that has crushed it, where sweet aromas loom
I’m tired,
tired of all the drama,
tired of relationships
not working.
Tired of carrying other
people’s qualms on my shoulders
Can’t they see?
Don’t they realize?
They are draining my energy?
Can’t they see I’ve shut down?
My body might,
be present but my mind is not,
with a facial expression
that gives nothing away
people just assume
I’m willing and able
to go on, to listen, to take in and to give advice…
That I don’t need a time out
to establish my needs and my desires…
Would that make me selfish?
To want to be by myself
and enjoy being me
without being a friend,
a shoulder to cry on or
the one person that glue mutual
friendships together?
I’m here but I’m not
I’ m listening but I can’t hear
I’m looking at you but I can’t see
I’m tired
drip dried
all of you are draining me.
See this smile?
It isn’t real
It’s your problem
It’s not for me to feel…
Leave me alone
get off my back
stop pestering me
stop this melodrama attack…
*the day I wrote this one, I just had enough of everybody so this is what I came up with, today I can laugh about it , thinking to myself I was so silly that day ;)*
Saturday flings
Sensorial pleasures;
Refreshing rain
~~~~~~~~~
A gift of somnolence
Moments on a breeze;
Drowsy airy feel
~~~~~~~~~
Beyond these silk curtains
An uncertain world;
Looking not seeing
~~~~~~~~~
Daughter's simple hair braids
Charming sight to see;
Wavy murmurings
~~~~~~~~~
Stroll by this old shop
Ancient owner smiles;
Dialect greeting nods
~~~~~~~~~
Faces in a crowd
Too many to remember;
Abrupt perfume swirls
~~~~~~~~~
Such sweet charming eyes
So mesmerising;
Lover styles smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Conscious awareness comes
To sleepy interlude;
Nightfall paints dark
~~~~~~~~~
Dragonflies chase morning
Across the muddy pond;
Lotus blossoms
~~~~~~~~~
Green frog floating
Twin eyes stare;
Set sight straight
~~~~~~~~~
Common fare for each
Feasting on simple;
Happy smiles at me
~~~~~~~~~
Stray wind drift
Soft chill on my skin;
Autumn exposure
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter now enroute
Wit plays with fun;
Happy faces here
~~~~~~~~~
Cosmetic surgery
A new facial expression;
Defer timely ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Electronic ink stains
Words emerge the same;
Rhyme clusters
~~~~~~~~~
Death comes too late
Life in weary strides;
Death before dying
~~~~~~~~~
Evil plots to live
The good die young;
For wrong reasons
~~~~~~~~~
This old tree speaks
Ancient language unknown;
Talks to the wind
~~~~~~~~~
I sit and wait for words
To fling and hurl and shout;
Poetry sums
~~~~~~~~~
By that Chinatown street
An old scholar's garden;
Bamboo moongate
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese calligraphy
Cryptic beauty adorns;
Profound symbols
~~~~~~~~~
Fast food menu
For Me n U;
Upsize perhaps
~~~~~~~~~
She murmurs in deep sleep
My darling wife dreams;
Charm watches
~~~~~~~~~
Starry constellations
Quiet conversations;
Absent words preside
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2014
Singapore