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THE BENCH BY THE LAKE
In the cold fall morning,
the bench by the bay lies empty,
do I vision what the bench envisions?
in the vast scenario of nature.
The sight from the bench must be enchanting,
it must be wonderful to watch flock of geese and ducks frolicking,
the sight of mist rising from the lake and meeting the skies must be subliming;
the colorful aura of the sunrise and sunset must be stunning.
The echoes of the music around the lake bench would be exalting,
The chirp of birds and the buzz of bees must be entertaining,
The music of creeks and crackle of children must be soothing,
The sound of wind fluttering the colorful sails must be exciting.
The scent around the bench must be tantalizing,
The smell of perfume of eucalyptus and pine must be stimulating,
The aroma of variety of food must be appetizing,
The fragrance of cherry blossoms and flowers must be enticing.
The bench is always anxiously waiting,
To give a place to rest to the weary and the tired,
The bench is always ready to embrace,
The engravings of throbbing hearts which long to be tied.
The bench gleefully adores the bonding of moms and infants,
It cheerfully watches the hugs and kisses of admiring lovers,
It reflects on the life's reflection of graying couples,
It waits to share the joys and pains of many lives.
Your love is far
Far, so far, hmm, only an imagined love
But means everything. How to get closer?
Hmm, we can’t. You don’t move, I don’t either
Hmm. But you aren’t selfish, beautiful mermaid
A beautiful rose from a far world, a tale country
I can’t fly there, unknown your address, oh hope
Hope, hmm, the love, untouchable, inaccessible
You are far, living in the sky. I am in hell. Of you
Yes, love. You destroyed the love and all the hope
“You are a liar. You live in your hell.” No, I live in hell.
In The Hell. Oh, my heavenly life. Imagined by you
Hmm. But where is your hope? Hellish in heavenly?
Oh, no. The love has gone far away. Far, far. Dear love
Be my love. My heart is a love. Yours. Only. Our kind
Hmm. Please, make a feeling. To us. Hmm. A familiar
Bring closer
Somehow
The love
Your heart
Your love
To the heart
Into the love
Into
The Love
Give a chance
I need. Hmm
Love. Hmm
Hmm. You
Only
You
Love
You
When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.
He always end up lost in the forest
this simple fact, he cannot digest.
The moment he shamefully fails the test
he begins to manifest
then becomes far from being modest
and everyone around him, he treats like unwanted guests.
Causing a general unrest
as he unnecessarily protest.
All over his countenance, ignorance crests
not accepting defeat, he holds high his egocentric chest.
Quick to make jest
but correction; he equates to incest
and disagreements, he always detest.
We all have the quest
to know and share the latest
so as to add value to ourselves and self-invest
which can be a cultivation to future harvest.
But knowing it all is impossible
and knowing half, believing to know all is ridiculous.
Admiting not to know it all is the fairest
but this is yet not comprehensible to him,
to whom; to know is like a conquest.
The wise keep quiet lest,
they cause him to become the tempest
and with every word, he neutralizes any palatable zest.
Oh poor child!
change or you'll suffer from everlasting molest
where no one wants to visit your nest
not because you are unblest
but cos of the truth of your infest
which now, is obviously clearest.
It is good to learn my child
and sharing is an attribute of Love.
But run away from half baked lines
or be humble enough to listen
while they become fully whole.
You were given two ears and one mouth
hence talk less and listen more
because an Ignoramus is always not far from becoming a fool!
When we toss a stone into a quiet lake…
we watch perfect circles flow
spreading out from that one act…
we see them grow...
and grow...
and grow.
And we marvel at the beauty…
and how easy it was to make.
with the simple toss of one stone…
endless ripples across the lake.
Which makes me wonder…
When we show another person an act of kindness or love,
when we toss a simple smile to a stranger, a friend, or a foe
spreading out from that one act…
how much will that kindness grow?
Hopefully, we will marvel at the beauty as we begin to understand…
how one simple act of kindness...of love
can send endless ripples across the land?
My brain is totally tapped
Something in me finally snapped
My blood pressures on the rise
Flames are shooting from my eyes
Getting feverish and hot
Tightness is about to start
In my hands as fists are closing
Signs of anger surely showing
Veins in my head fastly thumping
Stress is furiously pumping
Through every inch and every space
Redness on my cheeks and face
Tremors causing me to shake
Like a dangerous earthquake
That will do a lot of damage
I can not control or manage
These emotions so watch out
Smoke is coming from my "snout"
I'm a bull about to charge
Painful sharp horns big and large
So stay clear out of my path
At full force I will attack
Everyone who's been a jerk
In my life causing the hurt
Making me go this insane
Revenge is such a deadly game
There are miles that stand between us
sometimes I feel the distance
there are times when you’re as close
As the tip upon my nose
When two hearts come together
And slowly beat as one
There is no separation
For I am never far away
In my sleeping hours
you’re standing in my dreams
Closer then forever
And much closer then it seems
I smile and then I close my eyes
To create this reality
Our finger tips touch gently
To embrace what is to be
I am never far away
I am always close to you
Miles fade away in seconds
From our first hello
We smile eye to eye
forever reading
the story in your eyes
your loving heart
beats softly with mine
I am never far away
Your laughter is a melody
The music of the heart
Joyful and rapturous
soothing to the soul
uplifting and warm
a feeling I cannot live without
given freely
expecting nothing in return
I am never faraway
Form:
The red sky became a dark fading light
across a darkened meadow
where our hands were still visible
as we tried to touch the sky
a star fell cutting through the black canvas
vanishing as quickly as it came
leaving an afterimage in our eyes
we made a wish, but neither would tell
as we lost ourselves in laughter and wine
knowing that tomorrow was far, far away
In this place where joy was captured
the rush of life slowed
and we came to know the quiet bonding of two souls
It was there our lives changed forever
and all that was before became unimportant
as tomorrow was not that far away anymore
left the one I could have loved, left in haste to be with you,
now too late I realize, the worst mistake I’ve ever done.
said you and I will never part, I’ll never be alone,
you should win a prize, for the biggest tale ever spun.
the promises you made, all turned to dust it seems,
as I awoke to understand, your masterful charade.
no escaping what I’ve done, but I must try to find a way,
to get back to the one I left, undo the damage I have made.
you will find the outcome of your lies, will one day bring you pain,
history will again repeat, it has been written many times.
and if I could I would undo, each moment spent with you,
undo them one by one, redo my life until it rhymes.
someone whispered soon you plan, to join another one you met,
another one that soon will fall, for all the sweetness you portray.
and if it’s true you’re moving on, I only have one final wish,
wherever it is that you will stay, I hope and pray it’s far away.
FAR AWAY
shell necklaces tinkle
palms and fingers tell a story
awkward hips expound
humidity low in Waikiki
the eighties so far away
our garlands in our grasp
with cherub smiles
holding unwrinkled hands
in an exotic land
we call our home
little ones shall forget
the sound of the sea
my sailor cap
boogie boards slapping
the waves
warm sand beneath their toes
we keep in touch with sentimental
stories navy brats really don’t understand
pearl harbor after the war
my mind wanders
seeing a minute engraving ~
picturing a bomb and 1941
life goes on and on
meeting up with us
~~ passing us by
7/10/2017
like father-
I am an explorer
of nature and all creatures
on hikes
far and wild
I discovered my love
and passion for
forests and fauna_
visits to art galleries-
with grandma is where I found art_
mom loved her garden
far and wild
and from her I grew
to love flowers growing
in gardens tamed_
but my passion
it for wildflowers
tangled and weaving_
far and wild
and I have a love
for meandering _
far
and
wild
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February 2, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/far and wide
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1325-607-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb 2) Contest 911
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/04/2021
First Place