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I picked a fragrant rose
so dulcet and perfumed
for you
and kissed the honeyed petals
that where rich, dark and dripping sweetness
dawn has faded into a sky azure
and a sun golden ...
I pressed the rose to my cheek,
and gently carried her
oh, the scent of rose
reminded me of your death
as the melodious birds sang
in low tweets of respect ...
now, there is silence that wraps
around my broken heart
and the rose is wilting
she hangs her head, dying
for I am weeping, weeping
then, I lay the rose upon the garden grave
of my beloved cat ...
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February 4, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/the rose
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1427-804-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1065)
Brian Strand, Judged 02/05/2022
First Place
Stand to the side
Opening the lens wider
Adjusting focus
Showtime, my dear
It's a drier world since the rain stopped falling
But man oh man, it's great to walk again
I've been treading water for so very long
And lord, it's great to not need to swim
It's a quieter world now that your voice is gone
And I'm loving the ambient sound that I've missed
I can hear the world singing and hear the wind blowing
I can listen all day without you getting pissed
And everything's looking so wonderful
Now that you have gone away
And the sun hasn't stopped shining
Since our love faded to gray
It was a cold world then
And it's a cold world now
But I'm singing in shorts
And my audience is reeling
God yes, once more, with feeling!
But it's not to say that it's all been perfect
Anxiety is still a major *****
And walking around all of our old haunts
Is still a muddy game that makes my heart twitch
And an empty bed is still something
That reminds me of the times we'd sweat
But I'd rather take a bullet before
I take another hit of you like a cigarette
I'm a lonely man
But hey, that's okay!
I'd rather be alone
Than live another day
With someone like you
Content to bring me down
And make me think
That there will be no healing
Aha, once more, with feeling!
You've dealt a savage blow
And I don't really know
If I'll ever give
Love another go
So until I learn
I'll be content to live
With my one final year
Here on campus, I'm no longer kneeling
So let's go, once more, with feeling!
The wind is cold and the flowers dying
The leaves are drifting and the rain is falling
Thunder is booming and rivers are tumbling
Grass is faded and birds are flying away
The forests and woods have a sad sombre hue
Autumn's storms are sweeping and yet . . .
And yet, there is a glittering beauty of delight
With brittle colorful leaves and crisp morning walks
O, the splendor of burnt orange fall scenes
O, the tinkle of those falling leaves . . .
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/The Branches Bar
Copyright Protected, ID 08-416-513-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
For the contest Standard Autumn Splendor
Sponsor, Russell Sivey, Judged 09/15/2012
First Place
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Featured poem December 28, 2014
Sitting around a campfire recently I quickly became attuned…to the beauty of the nature surrounding me…to the trees…the stars…the moon.
The fire was truly fascinating…as I felt its warmth and watched its flames I realized with every one I’ve ever sat beside how no two fires are the same.
As I watched the flames of this fire grow higher, reaching to the sky…every now and then a flame would break away and, on its own, would fly…
I’d watch it slowly float up…up…up into the night…until it flew so high it faded from my sight.
And, as my eyes turned upward, my attention was quickly seized by the moon as she floated in the sky…smiling through the trees.
It was one of those moment is life…watching the fire…listening to the voices of family and friends…that I wished would last forever…
that I hoped would never end.
And when the flames had breathed their last…I smiled hoping the next campfire would come soon…giving me another chance to sit with family and friends…where the fire meets the moon.
There's no light in my eyes
faded for so long, i cannot see the hope
that was once there long ago.
as these tears fall, all i can do
is look around, i cannot
hear the sounds of your voice
coming through.
But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
my soul grows cold like this tomb stone
the darkness always falls, pitch black
now i am all alone.
and as i fade, i guess i'll cease to be
nothing left inside i have died
so you could breathe.
But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
in my dying breathe
the air rushing from my chest
i guess there's nothing left, no parting
shots no more time for arguments.
looks in your eyes, i know you'll
leave me now. our time has just
run out. our time is over now!
But i'll be OK
please don't try to follow me
it's not safe to go alone
there are things you shouldn't see.
i'll be OK
i know you must hate me
just give it some time
someday you will be fine
just know that i'm all right.
just know that i'm all right....
I plunge beneath the tide of the restless sea.
through corridors of green where shadows lunge at me;
the water’s pulse warps what I can see,
each beat a thrust towards my fate's mystery.
Silt now erupts, choking faded memories,
Shells lock shut, like vaults closed by ancient decrees;
I probe for grit wrapped tightly in silver coat's gleams,
With a silky smooth feel of much cherished hopes and dreams.
Light drifts down; it's not sunlight, it's rainbow,
driving spears deep into scared beds below;
ripping shards into the strangling cold,
making the search more strident, fierce, and bold.
I dive for oysters, for what someone called gold.
sewn deep within places that refuse to unfold.
I hear the air regulator hiss out my name.
Its voice in a shell I can never reclaim.
I can still taste the salt that scalds the air.
A glint half-formed as if it’s always been there.
I can still see the shimmering flare in my sleep.
A star blinking where foul currents stalk and creep.
All still, the ocean I love, tightens its claim.
Dragging me deeper for nacre's riches and fame.
The deep hums low; it calls my name.
Lungs burn hot; my heart's on flame.
I’m diving for nacre.
Locked in rough shell’s keep.
It's just out of reach …
just out of reach …
It's just out of reach …
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
I had a sweet dream last night that we were dancing
and the song was beautiful and entrancing
lovers gliding on the dance floor
it was amazing and it was all I ever wanted
wedding guests faded away
for we were lost as we twirled and swayed
it seems like a thousand years ago
around and around you twirled me
and we mingled in clouds of lights like birds set free
you whispered our love was forever
but sadly, in the book of your life . . . God had it written
and your destiny could not be unwritten
now, my heart beats as I stand all alone with sad tears
the sweet music still playing in my head
the cemetery trees weeping, swaying, and moaning
I am trying to be brave but I am so afraid
time stands still as I walk 'on flowers beneath my feet'
darling, I will love you for a thousand years and more
I will come in summer, fall, winter and spring
in falling rain, howling winds, and freezing snow
I will love you forever and more
no time or death can erase this love . . .
Free verse/Flowers Beneath My Feet/ Human Written
Copyright Protected, 05-1816-640-20-2026
All Rights, Constance La France
Copying any part of this work is prohibited
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There are legends I've heard, old songs in the dark
of the old folklore tales, and the old gypsy trails,
where traveling caravans of rugged old wagons
still echo, with longing, in valleys below...
Where each treasured belonging,
was packed in a hurry
all the stories, all the worry, all the heartache would travel
all the sunshine, and the sorrow, celebrations to marvel
and dreams of tomorrow, were kept on the road....
The trail was a friend, and the loam was their home
Their needs were quite small,
They didn't expect, to be wealthy or rich.
All the riches they had, were scarce and so few...but they knew
that happiness could be the sun on your back, or a sky, wide and blue...
Not much to expect, and not even respect...
would be theirs to be owned.
As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun,
with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done...
they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn
they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal,
with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song
and accordion tunes, would drift by the face of the moon
On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun
They rose with the dawn, and the gold of the past,
wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task
Working wherever a meal, and dollar would come
Then moving again with their band until dusk
over, and over and over again...
Some called them tramps, or small petty thieves
But the heart of the matter, was the love of the sun,
the love of the life that came from the moon,
from the stars, and the grass, and the rust of the leaves
For those who encountered, and who gave them a chance
could learn many things by watching them dance,
and learn many things by hearing them sing,
and pay close attention to how much they knew
that fortune is something that comes from inside
It comes with the pride, of knowing what matters
The tattered, lost life of the old gypsy tribes ....
might be the saddest of stories, or loneliest song...
a song that has faded,
that has dwindled and died....
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5/18/12
101 in a ROW contest - 12
Sponsored by PD
(Sung to the tune of “Traces of Love’)
Verse 1:
Hold me in your arms
Let me feel the touch of your love
Keep me feeling warm
You’re the one I’ll always think of
Chorus 1:
So tenderly, O my love,
You touch me with your eyes
Let love arise
Verse 2:
Hold me in your eyes
Let me taste your warm affection
For you are my prize
You’re the answer to my question
Chorus 2:
That long I’ve asked, O my love,
Could love be sweet as this?
I know from your kiss that love is you
Bridge:
Hold me, my love
And when you do
We'll sing in harmony
Our song of I Love You
Chorus 3:
For if you do, O my love,
I’ll hold you in my heart
And when we’re apart,
Love will stay
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My Re-Write of the song "Traces Of Love"
--- Original Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Faded photographs
Covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half
Memories in bits and pieces
Chorus 1:
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right
Traces of love
Verse 2:
Ribbons from her hair
Souvenirs of days together
The ring she used to wear
Pages from an old love letter
Chorus 2:
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right
Traces of love with me tonight
Bridge:
I close my eyes
And say a prayer
That in her heart she'll find
A trace of love still there
Chorus 3:
Traces of hope in the night
That she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears
From my eyes