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Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
The moon reflected on the sea,
A night more beautiful than day.
I wheezed and struggled up the steps
And looked out over Whitby Bay.
I saw the harbour far below,
And heard the splashing of the waves,
I turned around to see the church,
The ruined abbey and the graves.
I thought of Dracula, the Count,
Imagined him and Lucy there,
And then I saw a hulking shape -
But, oh, the menace in that glare.
He showed his fangs and hissed at me;
My feet were rooted to the spot.
I cried for help and waved my arms
At people on a distant yacht.
He lunged and bit into my neck;
I tried to fight but felt so weak.
And that is how I came to die -
And you’re the prey I need to seek…
for Darren's Bram Stoker contest
Well I have finally made a conscious decision to change me
To leave the game, let it be
Time to recover from this struggle from the pain,
The path is clear already lain.
My feet frozen stiff scared to move on,
But these ghost have got to be gone.
To allow me to heal
Once again to live and feel.
Bringing back the woman I was before
My heart still bruised and sore.
IM scared to be alone to walk thru life solo
But down this path I must follow
To turn back is to seek the broken existence
Continue forward strengthen my persistence.
Allow this life to gain some meaning
For me to be hopeful to start dreaming
Return to my inner self before the fall
Needing help from anyone who cares to answer if I call.
Just listen let me breathe
A shoulder an ear that's all I'll need.
Stop the panic shoving it deep
Silently battling, my pride im trying to keep
Onward I go thawing my feet
I've come to far to give in to defeat
Sometimes we are too quick to make assumptions,
Leading to I don't get this moments,
When the answer is so simple,
You can only ovoid ridicule,
If you are the first to laugh,
At such an obvious fluff.
Take a simple floor puzzle,
You are working on with your grandson,
A straightforward mission,
To putt together a Thomas The Tank Engine puzzle,
No way you could fail the mission,
Totally wrong assumption.
Half an hour later,
About to admit defeat,
And treat my family to raucous laughter,
I found the answer at my feet,
And I was the first to burst into laughter.
In my defence,
A puzzle with two sides to check,
Would make even you look dense,
And at least it finally did click,
Which made all the difference,
To the colour of my cheek.
My writing has been fragments of my life- little snippets in time.
I do write of death and sadness but I also write of love and nature.
Below you will find a list of the poems that I feel define me _
1. the dream lingers
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dream_lingers_408612
This poem was written after a near death experience, it stills haunts.
2. Safe In My Heart Forever
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/safe_in_my_heart_forever_549494
My mother was my anchor, the wings beneath my feet, I miss her.
3. Tattered Pages
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tattered_pages_688344
At the end of the poem, a baby born, not adopted but dead.
4. Dad's Workshop
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dads_workshop_714811
I wrote this poem in 1997- it is about my Dad and began my writing.
5. Beautiful Scars
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/beautiful_scars_735565
This poem gives you just a glimpse of the pain and grief I carry.
6. and that comes from within
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/and_that_comes_from_within_1127173
My health is not that good, never has been and no money will help.
7. in my green dream
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/in_my_green_dream_762889
I love this poem, dreamy and spiritual, I am all about nature.
8. A Lost Feather
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_lost_feather_783977
This poem is very meaningful to me, it speaks of my Ojibwe roots.
9. ''Kindness Is the Key''
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/kindness_is_the_key_848785
When awful things happen do not be resentful, be kind.
10. I write fragments
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_write_fragments_1243058
My journey in writing, fragments, snippets that drip, drip.
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April 19, 2020
Poetry/List/10 Poems That Define Me
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1244-859-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, 10 Poems That Define Me
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
You’re a friend to everyone and that’s an amazing feat
You whisper to me and I fall helpless at your feet
A way about you that would never cause harm
I’m enveloped with your incredible charm
I cannot wait to see what your life has in store
Your love makes me love you even more
When I look into your eyes I’m lost in a stare
A natural way of caring that simply you cannot compare
I dream of you even when I’m awake
You’re an angel sent to earth for goodness sake
I cannot wait to see what your life has in store
Your love makes me love you even more
People tell their life story to you right from the start
You listen and give advice straight from your open heart
You have a look about you like you have it all under control
Your emotion runs deep and is reflected back to my very soul
I cannot wait to see what your life has in store
Your love makes me love you even more
“The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The forest is a home,
A place for my mind to roam,
Its doors are always open to me,
To its abode, I’d rather flee.
I find solace in the forest,
My troubled mind comes to rest,
Light pierces through the gloom,
Hope comes to my room.
The forest has its mystery in the serenity it brings,
The soul soars on joyful wings,
Nature guides the stumbling feet,
It's wonderful to come and meet.
The forest welcomes me to its abode,
I find a tranquil road.
I’m out of the hold of the night,
I see a perpetual light.
May 17, 2024.
[A classic example of a tale that wouldn’t
Behave itself]
Pilchard the penguin shed icicle tears
He cries at the movies as Christmas time nears
While watching ‘The Snowman’ he claps and he cheers
But cries when the friendly snowman disappears
This year he vows to make one of his own
Although he knows that when it melts he will groan
He hopes he can make one just like in the movie
He’d found a green hat which he thought would be groovy
*
Pilchard the penguin has raked up some snow
He rolled it and that made a big snowball grow
He needed another to make up a head
Round, like the body, but smaller instead
It took quite some time but when he was done
He’d made something quite like the TV boy’s one
Penguin the pilchard said, “That green hat’s magic,
But will he just melt which would be rather tragic?”
Pilchard said, “Penguin, I’ve made him with care,
And magic or not he’ll always be there.
Our new frozen friend may not fly in the air,
But melting away I just couldn’t bare.
“From that TV crew when they beat their retreat,
I’ve used diver’s flippers to act as his feet.
An old plastic funnel will serve as his beak,
This snowman’s a penguin… so to speak.”
Pilchard’s mum called him, “It’s time for your bed,
So get magic penguins right out of your head,
For you’ve seen the movie and that’s a fair warning,
Your big frozen friend could be gone in the morning.”
He told her, “I wanted to fly in the air,
With that frozen penguin I’ve made over there.”
She sent him to bed but she asked one thing more,
“Did you get that hat from my underwear drawer?”
*
But when the sun rose for a chilly new day
The penguin snowman now faced the other way
Penguin the pilchard asked, “Well, did he play?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “I couldn’t say.
“I do know that when the sky turned out the light,
I heard my mum wander down here in the night.
I asked where she went, she was cagey alright,
But somehow, this morning she seems really bright.
“When I made the penguin he wore the green hat,
The TV snowman had a hat just like that.
I can’t figure out why it’s not on his head,
But I saw it this morning near my mother’s bed.”
*
Penguin the Pilchard tried not to guffaw,
“Why has your mum got an underwear drawer?”
My nomadic guy, please don’t tear my flesh
This lonely chamber isn’t made for one
Come play the lead strings as our grooves refresh,
Oh no funky stardust when you are gone…
Sad moon for me and blazing sun for you;
Life’s a-tumble when the door creaks, “Adieu.”
I got no rhythm in these eyes bloodshot
Just recall most nights’ pure angelic love,
And once you’re back run to me, on the dot
While this babe waits, frantic as evening dove…
Sorely missing your pitter- patter feet,
While hours grow crazy , dear boo, I’m offbeat!
My timeline busts, when you’re so hard to get
Still, I wait down the road numb with longing;
For some reason this wired-up head won’t regret
How I trace the lampposts until grasses sting …
Oh nomadic guy…miles and miles away
I await your rocking arms to dance , to stay!
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9/14/2016
Rock 'n Roll Rhyme FestContest for Phillip Garcia
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Rhyme Scheme: Quatrains with End Couplets
Inspired by the song of U2: Stay ( Far Away, So Close)
Album: Zooropa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7da48kn4sE
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*Personally , the essence of this song depicts
a need to create a long-term relationship especially
when one is elusive, fleeting like an angel or a nomad
with lines ‘ just a bang and a clatter”, ‘stay,
and the night would be enough.’ Then again,
Bono of U2 is one great riddle!
Tic, toc, tic toc, the old fifteen century grandfather clock lay flat on the wall sounding the alarm and waiting for the mid-day brawl.
It is not the typical sound that a clock makes or the irony of the people standing at the gate, it is the message that it translates as they wait patiently to hear the sentence.
Tic toc, tic toc, I can hear the train coming down the track and the old grandfather clock moving to the rhythm of train was just in time to compose a brand new sound that send shock wave throughout the town .
I could feel my temperature raising and my body sweating, nothing could stop the heat from penetrating my feet, and a sudden maniac circulates the town pouring excitement all around.
The morning with its forbidden pleasure opens its pride and the newlywed celebrates with his bride, heaven and earth came alive when the door bells ring and jubilant crowd flock the street and start to sing.
The pleasures of life sinks deep in his flesh, the moment came quickly and he was gasping for breath, and all of a sudden, I felt my heart beating.
I stare at the old grandfather clock on the wall, hoping that it would answer questions about the brawl, the second hand is racing around the track; the minute hand is shouting from the top, and the hour hand is standing at the back.
I could hear the moaning and groaning and the birds screaming but grandfather’s clock lie flat on the wall listening to the melody of the mid-day brawl.
The warm air burst through the sky with grandeur and my heart sings a curious lullaby; everything around me was dead silent and the clouds in the sky waits anxiously for the clue to show me where the energy flows, I waited patiently for it and I move with it.
When hearts meet our spirit will greet, when hearts meet we will have a grand jubilee, when hearts meet we will sign the decree.
Tic toc, tic, toc the answer is finally here, he got twenty-seven years for meddling with the atmosphere and disseminating bad air.
When hearts meet with heart we have much to share.