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Many things make up my Christian life,
there are some I don't and some I do.
The first, through faith, is never doubt,
secondly, to God, be forever true.
The third thing in my Christian life,
seek daily some Godly work.
The fourth is to pray for patience.
that my vows, to God, I'll never shirk.
The fifth, in Him, I'll always have hope,
the sixth, in me, let charity abound.
Seventh, to be God's witness to a lost world,
the eighth, each day, spread joy around.
The ninth thing that I'll strive to do,
is never repeat idle tales.
The tenth, and last, always trust in God,
He's the balm for all my ails.
three generations of mothers created a fourth-
mine, my children's, my grandchildren's
between the late fifties and April this year
I have welcomed thirteen births- my three
five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren
generations unfold in ways of the times
as a stay-at-home mom- late 50s through 60s
when my third child began school, I sought
a part-time job- and later, night classes at college
earned a BA degree in English, after six long years
in the nineties, my three gave me grandkids
times were more relaxed then, as new moms
left hospitals quicker- back to work sooner
dads assisted in more ways than ever before
family members helped as reliable babysitters
six years ago, I held my first great-grandchild-
my fifth arrived this month- our fourth generation
their moms accept the duality of motherhood-
having careers and raising their babies, who
learn so much- including social skills- at Daycare
Christmas comes early, the day has arrived.
I don’t need more presents; already have five.
We’re going to the grands for waffles and fruit,
spend time in their presence, so precious and cute.
The eldest, a bright one - that much is quite clear;
he loves to build things like a good engineer.
The next is a reader, devouring her books,
turning her pages in some quiet nook.
The middle one’s sweet and rough as they come;
she’ll give you a hug, poke your eye with her thumb.
The fourth is precocious, an inquisitive mind;
her world is an oyster with pearls there to find.
The last is the baby, but this kid is huge;
been walking for months, his words a deluge.
If asked, I respond that I don’t need a thing;
when you’re a grandparent, you’re rich as a king.
Rain
Small rain drops are slowly drizzling
just moistening dry grass
Cluster of cloud are only holding
Deep pain in grey mass.
• * * *
Heaps of cloud gather on sky
carrying load of water vapor
Strong thunder storms thrash high
Cloud torments bursting in shower.
• * * *
Dense black clouds are pouring heavy rain.
The syllable I could not voice so long
is now to be pushed by my eager brain
to you with melodious love song.
12/23/15
Rain poetry contest Fourth Place
Sponsor Silent One
Y-our birthday celebration
A-ugust fourth sunny day;
S-eems so nice and great,
M-aking sadness go away.
I-t's your birthday bash, bringing so much mirth;
N-ight so long has passed, letting the dawn break on earth.
L-et your birthday event
A-llow the rain to stop;
V-ile weather will turn fine,
A-s the sun starts rising up.
P-ure and perfect delight
I-s wrapped with pleasure;
E-arly light begins to shine, causing your heart some rapture.
B-irthday occasion of you
E-ndorses a thousand thrill;
L-et your life be filled with joy
T-o go on with hope and zeal.
R-eceive my warm wish
A-s you enjoy the jubilation;
N-o one can gate-crash in your birthday celebration.
"there is no spot of ground that cannot be
tamed into beauty and delight."
quote_ by Constance
the moment winter softens . . .
I will welcome lovely. . . daffodils and tulips
flowers will spring up from fall bulbs planted
oh, but where did I plant them
adore the first snowdrops peeking
out from the melting snow also
~ oh, daffodils with your cheery good looks
and trumpet yellow blooms and though short lived
are sweetly fragrant and velvety ~
there are tulips
and there are tulips . . . wonderful and bright
in hues of the rainbow for a wonderful silky show
and in my city there is a spring tulip festival each year
with thousands of tulips swaying
~ and before too long
I am yearning for swaths of color in purple, lavender,
pink and orange, for crocuses and day lilies,
and irises in the sun ~
_____________________
March 11, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/my spring flower delight
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1438016-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Spring Flowers or Spring Showers
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 03/17/2022
Fourth Place
Have you seen the new curly red haired girl?
Cannot say that I have, he replied, wondering.
Why was everyone saying this to him?
This was the fourth person who had asked.
There she is! Four people shouted, watching his reaction.
The minute he saw her, he understood why.
She looked like his mother had looked when she was young.
She had died when he was six, but he remembered her face.
Her hair was a bit darker than this girl’s but her eyes were the same.
Everyone wants us to meet, the girl told him, except she was not a girl.
He invited her to lunch and they talked; she was a terrific listener.
He felt he had regained a tiny bit of his mother, which was soothing.
I guess I remind people of your mother? She suggested.
She looked a lot like you, he admitted, but she was not a great listener.
I prefer speaking to you.
And he was not fibbing.
The hero chases the girl of his dreams to the airport. He gets on a random taxi and he just can't wait to hug her and tell her that she is truly the one who gets him on his toes.
Whoa, hold on, did he pay for the cab? If yes, when? Does the driver not care?
When they were kids, she couldn't say it
When they grew up to be the most adorable highschoolers, she couldn't say it
He hit a glow up and got voted the sexiest man in the town! But oh she still couldn't say it
Alas, in her 30s, she stands right in front of him. Eye to eye. The whole world is in deep calm with only their breaths being heard. She takes his hand and finally confesses that he is the only one she has loved and...
Wait a damn minute!
Why are there two flowers on my screen?
Why is it covering them? What are they doing back there?
Max has been waiting 2 years in the upside down. When Lucas is finally visible and she found the door to the real world. RUN MAX RUN!!!!
And... She chooses not to run?
Mr. Director, why on earth is she walking after a 10 minutes heartfelt speech?
What is up with these movies that break logicality along with fourth-walls
How do people gather to dance when the hero starts to dance out of nowhere?
Does it actually take just one scene of 'a confession in the rain' for a girl to forgive her cheating ex? Also who timed the rain for their happy ending kiss?
It is with great disappointment that I call out a few top directorals and script works of the Cinemas. I am a movie bluff and this is my raw take.
~Harridan in a Housecoat~
Four small children sent for care as their mother was taken so ill
No father could they reach for them so they were sent off at someone’s will
In the night taken from their beds, no word spoken, hearts full of dread
Taken to a town far away and not knowing what lay ahead.
A huge housecoat descended down like a crow devouring road kill
At the side stood a henchman, pointed nose, dark hair, and vengeful
Warning words left in theirs ears "be good or else there will be trouble"
“No one wants you now you know, not your parents” she burst that bubble.
The housecoat and the henchman dealt out their ghastly deeds
To three of the children she vented her spleen, her willing helper dealt her needs
The fourth child the baby, she showered with kisses and good food to eat
She bought her clothes and dressed her well, and spoke to her words so sweet.
The three all under the age of six did dread each and every night
When scrubbed with scrubbing brushes, their skin looking red raw and tight.
She had to get the scum off them because they were now in care
It was obvious that no one loved them, that’s why they were there.
Frightened and timid were the three, but the youngest was well looked after
Jealousy did form in the minds of the three - it robbed them of their laughter
The harridan in the housecoat with her willing henchman
Thought up little tortures finding the Achilles’ heels in each child one by one.
The housecoat and the henchman were in for big surprise
When the father sent for the children, she couldn’t believe her eyes
Bribery she tried on the siblings so the children would never tell
But there is not one that would condemn her to her well preached hell.
The housecoat and the henchman a mother and daughter no less
A good churchgoing family with their holy pictures to bless
Evil in their deeds of torture and of mental games
The harridan in the housecoat and the daughter with no name.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012
Founding fathers believed in freedom of the press, religion, speech, assembly, and petition.
Opportunity must be opened to all.
United we stand and divided we fall.
Religious establishment by the government is prohibited.
Trial by jury is a constitutional right; taxation without representation is not.
High crimes and misdemeanors by the president are impeachable offenses.
Oligarchies(Rulership by 'the few') in America must never be allowed.
Freedom is not really free; it always cost us something.
Justice delayed is justice denied.*
Union of 50 states makes up The USA.
Liberty and Justice in America are for all.
Yielding to the will of the majority is the American way.
062220PS*Wilkipedia. Origin. There are conflicting accounts of who
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