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In the cooling from a burning August day,
I was hushed in the darkness,
before I ventured to fancy-
above my screen window was her-
a looming blood moon.
Of the world's woes she bled,
as shooting stars arced in a freedom
that time cannot capture.
In those precious hours I yearned for
a dreamful sleep.
Yet the mischievous schemes of
wily ghosts delayed my slumber's
imaginings.
As I bade them to leave, the blood moon,
the very orb of crimson mysteries,
rose to her sorrowful heights.
Ascending to the highest thrones of
the singing saints,
is the sacredness of Heaven's
untroubled realm.
Here is the Steadfast One,
O Christ,
Who weeps in the Goodness of
His Light.
He's so weary of humankind's
wretched wars and violence.
The wounded blood moon bids
to console Him,
but the wars rage on and on. ~
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!
He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!
He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?
He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.
Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.
He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.
But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!
Why wake each morn, to a world in denial?
To its hapless, vain, impartial morals.
Where white men, in fancy collar, mistrial
worries of the poor for mindless quarrels.
Alas, plastic, carbon, tear up vast plains,
replacing life's nature for mundane trash.
That has but transient pleasure, all vain,
compared to friendship, it's pure balderdash.
Stars blinded by cities with putrid glow.
Manmade clouds, tinged green, leak the horizon.
Earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados and snow.
We fail to heed our earth's warning siren.
Take up the baton, rise up, challenge fate.
Secure our future before it's too late.
16.01.2020
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of immigrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problem
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
As a springtime fancy turns into love
And from a dandelion sprouts a rose
Her eyes so enticing, her smile so inviting
With every raindrop our love grows
In the meadow where we first made love
On your blanket out in a field
Temptation took hold, and our once unknowns
To each the other revealed
Now the smell of the honeysuckle
Adrift on the breeze late in May
Seems to rewind to that place in time
Where my cares of this word fade away
While the troubles of life can seem so big
And the chances of us seemed so small
In you I found forever
It was the prequel to the fall
The prequel to the fall
When I first fell in love with you
Even though I'm a man, I still sometimes crawl
As I wrap my head round the truth
If luck were my diamond you'd surely shine
Much brighter than all of the rest
If the truth be told, I want you to know
You're the secret to my happiness
Time like a thief just keeps stealing
What still remains precious to me
And though our youth fades, and our hair turns gray
Our initials stay carved in that tree
So lets go wherever life takes us
It's as if our souls got the call
To remain with one another
It was the prequel to the fall
The prequel to the fall
When I first fell in love with you
We've since had our cake, and shared some champagne
Now our gift is a love that is true
The prequel to the fall
When I first fell in love with you
Your soul is my blessing, my heart's still obsessing
About the prequel to our fall
if I had all the money that I ever wanted,
I suppose that I could travel the world;
live in a better home, buy better clothes, if money was no object,
but you see money cannot help me,
each day my health is more delicate, slipping further away;
and all the money in the universe will not change a thing,
this is my struggle and my daily reality . . .
the things I give myself are simple,
relaxing music to soothe this weary soul;
peace, tranquility and love to ease my pain,
and I ask the Lord for acceptance . . .
in meditation I try to fathom the why,
of course, with money I could go to a fancy retreat;
but a corner in my bedroom is set aside for meditation and relaxing,
and it is there I have placed peaceful things that cost very little . . . .
perhaps with money I could get better drugs,
but no drug is going to change this girl's destiny;
this I know deep in my heart and soul,
I have for a long, long time.
I think a lot about my past and life so far,
the paths I took or did not take, the things I said or did not;
could money have changed my journey in any way . . .
a warm bath, a cozy bed, a sweet purring cat, paper and pen so I can write,
my laptop within reach, a walk in nature listening to the birds;
a loved one to hold my hand . . . .
these are my indulgences and they may not seem like much to you,
but I feel like the wealthiest person in this world;
for money cannot buy happiness nor can it buy life,
all I need is the indulgence of tranquility;
and that comes from within . . .
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January 28, 2015 (Edit)
Poetry/Free Verse/and that comes from within
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1108-615-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the 2019 Marathon, Mile 13
sponsor, Mark Toney
Second Place
They soon circle around a death;
rapidly after the last breath.
While the body is yet still warm,
they come, with haste, the greedy swarm.
Siblings, children, lost cousins, friends
all picking through the odds and ends.
Some wailing of a promise made
or claiming for a debt unpaid.
Who gets the house, the watch of gold?
"Much more," they say, "So we've been told."
"Secret accounts; a home abroad
The jewels left by old aunt Maude,
a diamond ring, a fancy car,
also, that etching by Renoir".
And then, the words that make all swoon:
At some time in the afternoon
executors enunciate
"There's naught left in this estate
all given to a home for dogs
a while before he popped his clogs".
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 24th July 2022
Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.
Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed conscious being (me)
sanguine reunion ridding travesty
once for all ascending soul asylum gilded gate
consanguinity amidst deceased brethren
impossible mission to discern,
thus I equivocate.
At long last doomed existence
finally fancy free and footloose
Earthly afflictions divine creator
severe trials and tribulations let loose
promise body, mind and spirit triage
damn physical, mental, and
spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose
yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe
summoning herculean strength
(mine) to vanquish
courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose
necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.
Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
nefarious, and opprobrious
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet well worn
shell shocked comfortably numbed skull
jimmied heavily inebriated distilled, cracked corn
trumpet silenced (think) muted horn.
Anger at self wells up
regarding passive stance (mine)
convenient akin to jellyfish,
and/or crustaceans without spine
essentially a dorky nerdy wimpy kid
i.e. faulty genetic design
unsure if attributable to Capricorn zodiac sign
essentially allowed, enabled and provided
easy excellent access akin to scavengers to dine
bitter draughts synonymous quaffing quinine
figuratively forced down gullet - nein
letup liberally heaped upon
bobble headed, I opine
courtesy 20/20 hindsight, a tangential pact
with Sue S. Side, promising starvation diet
package deal plus absent I,
(now a tan gent) unwittingly did cosign.
The bats in the belfry were taking a selfie
Their costumes were super, for daddy was wealthy
But children sized bats made the pastor unhealthy
And yet his departure was still rather stealthy
The fancy dress shop man has now got a shelf free
He had three bat costumes but doubted he’d sell three
’til someone walked in and said, Sir can you tell me
If these are kid’s sizes? He said they might well be
The man said please wrap them and when they’re done, bell me
And have you got any fake blood you can sell me
The loan of a very long ladder would help me
And that’s why there’s three quite large bats in the belfry
17 October 2021
For Contest: Halloween monorhyme
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
The cattle were lowing in the dry heat and dust,
cowboy's must put life's on the line- they had to trust;
trust in the skill of other cowboys and their skill,
sometimes, moving stubborn long horns was all uphill.
Working long days until the relentless sun set,
gathering 'round camp for a loud cowboy duet;
eating beans and strong coffee and telling wild tales,
tales of storms, love and mishaps and life on the trails.
Cowboys were lean, loyal and just a bit rowdy,
waiting for the drive end so they could say howdy;
howdy to those fancy saloon gals and for booze,
laughin' they headed for a bath to soak a bruise.
A bruise or two, hair cut, shave, tattoo and new duds,
now, they were jokin' and ready for lots of suds;
entering the saloon they were greeted with cheers,
getting drunk, telling new tales that will last for years.
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January 22, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Cowboy's on the Trail
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1322-924-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Cowboy Poetry
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 02/03/2021
Fourth Place