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Stars illumine the day-to-night, night-to-day transition,
Lighting up nooks of land and the skies as half their mission.
To console the cores of the barren hearts of humans,
Mary consented to bring you forth the prism of grace fusions.
As foretold from the fathomless depths of serene sages,
As scribed by quills of ages, you’d rewrite history's pages.
In the tiny town of Bethlehem, you would start your life.
Between good and evil, shouldn't you end the endless strife?
Like the warm wombs of the sunbeam in cold winter nature,
You pitched your tent among us as our merciful neighbour.
As the one who's present everywhere and omnipotent,
You shed your light like a thousand suns, bright and immanent.
Nature stood astounded as a mild, meek mist when you descended.
Faint clocks of fond memories, at your name, stood suspended.
In the fading gleam of the twilight hour,
the frail edge of life losing mortal definition,
its meaning sunk in the murk of existence,
misty mind sought the glow of God’s aura.
A tired pilgrim on relentless pious pursuit,
I travelled tormented from place to place
in the precincts of His earthly dwellings,
searching for benevolent grace of divinity.
On the garden path of my fathomless faith,
fragrance of blooming blessings suffused me,
but the unsatiated soul yearned to discern
His euphoric perception, configured in bliss.
Outside the door of the temple a hungry man
seemed to have surrendered to Him his fate,
when I fed him in delight to his heart’s content,
I saw the joy of the Lord sparkle in his eyes.
September 20, 2020
Contest : Joy of the Lord
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
speak to me in a language I understand,
their voices filled with laughter and eery screams,
they come riding from a far of foreign land!
they talk of green fields that spread for unseen miles,
of breeze that scatter past tiny pods of seeds,
essence of evil that sanity beguiles,
they crawl down secret streets to addiction feed!
misled in life, blinded by arrogant rage,
in company of men with ignoble sways,
I started for fun, victim of my own age,
the beginning of the end of my sane days!
vortex of swirling desires swallowed me whole,
from happy sunshine in to this deep abyss,
trapped and thrashing in this dark fathomless hole,
abandoned, shipwrecked in a state of false bliss!
my unwashed skin shows the chemical rampage,
my smile bears the blackness of my foolish deeds,
my soul imprisoned in a suffering cage,
with every puff of acrid smoke, my death speeds!
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
the language they speak is language of reason,
they warn of dangers in many painful screams,
tell of tormented minds, soul’s festering lesion!
did not win
Addiction poetry contest
sponsor Rob Levasseur
Written 22/12/2020
24 lines each with 11 syllables
abab cdcd .... rhyme sequence
A happy go lucky guy was he,
until the "thread" of bad health set in.
As the many years passed by, there would be times our "silence" would abound.
We would always say I Love You on the phone,
we wanted our "fathomless" love to be heard.
The day the phone call came in was a surprise,
the "breathless" words said your brother is not doing well.
I can still remember the silver "hair" shaping his face,
his deep "dark" "green" eyes looking out into space.
In life some thing’s cannot be fixed,
my "heart" has been broken into a million pieces over this.
He is in the "beautiful" place they call heaven, singing with all the "birds" and angels together.
2/21/2020
(He passed away Nov 2019.)
1 Place Writing Prompt - Ten Words Contest Judged: 3/10/2020 Sponsored by: Dear Heart
(was written for the contest, but sadly forgot to enter the contest)
Oh, my Father in Heaven,
Guarding me from all perils and trials
And sets my heart free of clutter,
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve.
All my life, I shall sing
Without fail, in bloom or gloom,
On every unfolding day
Through months and years
Till death and beyond
Let my songs sail across the skies
And with the chorus of the heavenly band, unite.
Oh, the benevolent Lord of all creation,
Custodian of all wealth,
Contriver of birth and death,
The Master Craftsman,
Everything is your handiwork.
The lofty mounts
Veiled in misty snow,
The verdant dales
Lush and still,
The fathomless deep
Where mysteries peep,
All the flowers
That bloom and wither,
All things
Bright and beautiful,
Everything, above and below
In all,
Let me behold Thy grace
And sing Thy praise!
Oh! Redeemer of Mankind
Guide me through the dark,
Guard my steps where dangers lurk
Hold my hand
And never loosen your grip
Make me face the light
Illumine me with wisdom serene
And fill me with love divine;
So that You shall be glorified
Here, on Earth,
And in Heaven be
Jan.5.2022
Songs of Praise Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
Dear Wind stood breathless on the reach,
To wait the daylight's spark,
So beleaguering him and morning, each,
They'd chase away the dark ...
Well, he'd been waiting long time, now,
A spring breeze in his heart,
But until Old Sun clamored up the sky,
The day was naught to start ...
How he longed to break that silence,
Set the morning birds to sing,
Still without the light he'd whistle, not,
Nor allow them take to wing ...
The Beautiful Wood with tresses green,
Asked if he would soon comply,
For unless she felt his breath, unseen,
Her hair just would not dry ...
The thought of that was fathomless,
So without a thread of whine,
A curt Dear Wind puffed up and blew,
"Hey - Old Sun, it's time to shine!!"
Well, up Old Sun came, blinking eyes,
And put Sir Night to death,
Now Wood and birds and Old Sun, too ...
Could savor Dear Wind's breath.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt - Ten Words" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
life has taken me to far distant places deep
and left me with reveries painfully fathomless
so I paint my tragic journey in words
and melancholy poetic lines falling
my lines weep and moan tangled
the pen bleeds, bleeds words
over and over, again endlessly
I write my painful sorrowful
__________________________
June 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/fathomless words
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1467-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/24/2022
Rudderless and without sails
I'm adrift- mind wanders free
upon an endless sea of sadness
abounding in storm debris
Was that a ragged fragment
of my life that floated by?
Taunting tease, just out of reach
too torn to identify
Leaning back, I close my eyes
and count this journey's great cost
child, fortune, family
somehow, all but hope was lost
From my mast, where sails would be
that golden thread dangles yet
billowing fierce with each gust
tangling into a net
It seems to multiply there
growing thicker, stronger still
I watch it weave a new sail
as it fortifies my will
Braver now, I stand at helm
and face this fathomless fear
charting a bold new course through
confusion, anger, and tears
I've heard it said that anger
is just sadness in disguise
and scouting my horizon
I believe this true (and wise)
For the tempest that destroyed
both my ship and confidence
wasn't tragedy or fate
but old sorrow grown immense!
In its ordained journey to the domain of eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river of time,
where the cross currents of incursive thoughts
interlace with the mystic motif of the mind,
making a reflective lattice of introspection.
Its ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the shores of the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the acquired aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of the mental design.
The swirling currents of my vagrant mind,
trailing the course of insight to the absolute
through the contrived layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
My soul then strives to shine in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
blooming as the self-searching conception
in the sacred sanctum of the supreme,
where I struggle to escape from the web of disarray.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my wanton spirit is disheveled to dishabille state.
As my mind wavers unsure in the cascade of confusion,
prudent thoughts intrude the psyche with awareness,
searching for the meaning of life in contemplation.
NOONRAY IN WINTER
Noonray in your navel
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along
Winter wonder words waffling
storm crown chakra baffling
cold she stirs potted iced rice
as rain rigorously roars
Noonray holds the dice
On hailstone highway she
instantly marries marigold
instinct with indigo intuition
timing tactical thunderbolts
favouring floods for nutrition
Noonray in silent shiver
shake or hide shelter seek
a game of glum greeting
Winter knows no flotsam
fathomless figure awaiting
Noonray no wee whimpers
or white wisdoms waste
in a wineglass she slithers
six seamless seasonless
sweets simultaneously
… then quivers !
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