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It was pretty late in September
and I was over the Billings way
I was riding fence for Freddie White
on the west end of the Rockin Bar J
Well night time can fall pretty early
come along bout that time of the year
I started me up a little fire
and was cleaning up some of my gear
That's when I heard a "Whoo-up in camp"
softly floating over the pine trees
At first I thought it was ole Freddie
come a ridin' out to shoot the breeze
"Come on in" I yelled right back to him
my hand sittin firmly on my gun
When in rides this old bearded cowboy
looked to be bout a hundred and one
Well he said his name to be Johnson
so with that I passed him my name too
Asked him if he'd like to sit a spell
maybe share a little of my stew
For I had gauged him up to be a
decent and right honest man you see
‘Cause he seemed to hold himself just right
and by the soft way he spoke to me
So after we tossed down our bedrolls
and we had hunkered down near the flames
That's when Johnson pulled his red eye flask
we started toasting old cowboy names
Those names like Billy Brooks, Bose Ikard
Goodnight, Conrad Kohrs and Otto Franc
Olly Loving, John Chisum and with each name
we tipped the flask and drank
As all the old cowboys tend to do
we reminisced ‘bout the olden days
And all the things we used to do
while living the good cowpuncher’s ways
How these here youngsters nowadays ain't
got no clue ‘bout how things used to be
When a man could go from here to there
live and ride the range completely free
Johnson had seen just fifteen summers
when he started his first cattle drive
Sixty more winters have passed him by
he said his luck had kept him alive
For him riding herd out on the range
is the only life he's ever knowed
He said he would never trade that way
for no diamonds, jewels or gold
Well just about dawn the next morning
after we shook hands and parted ways
I knew that I too would never leave
behind me, these good old cowboy days
So when you find my bones out on the range
with my gun and saddle by my side
Just know I was still living the cowboy ways
when I took my final ride
"Respect Begets Respect."
Proverb
I look at all people with value and significance and respect,
it does not matter if they are a friend or a beggar on the street:
or a food charity person, no matter what, they are fellow humans,
I never consider them irrelevant, or not important, or a threat;
and would never talk down to them, demean, or belittle,
or be condescending, this is what God wants me to do!
I will never judge others for what has happened in their life,
for my own journey has not been easy so I understand:
there are pitfalls and detours, there is grief, sadness, illness,
fear and worry to overcome, I found the strength and courage;
to move forward and heal my life, I care not about a person's,
appearance, gender, race, age, this is what Gods wants of me!
I embrace the spirit of God and the human spirit each day,
and follow God's path of love in daily life, and of kindness:
to each person I interact with on my journey, its simple to do,
just treat each person with respect, it will make you happy;
your own life will be improved, as the old proverb says,
"Respect Begets Respect," this is what God wants me to do!
My unique way is with tranquility, serenity and calm,
I have taught myself to let go of judgement and anger:
my tools are prayers, meditation, intentions, commitments,
being thankful, mindful, and embracing that things change;
nothing stays the same, there is always hope for better days,
and if my words can change a life, then God has taught me well!
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January 09, 2023
Poetry/Verse/Respect and Kindness is the Way
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1515-440-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La Franc
Written for the Premiere contest, The Way We Look
sponsor, Unseeker Seeker, Judged 01/10/2023
First Place
La capitale est Dakar. deux millions de gens habitent en Dakar. Dakar est su pour musuems.
Il est su aussi pour faire les courses.
St. Louis est à la bouche de la Rivière de Sénégal. Ceci est une île avec beaucoup
d'histoires. Cette belle île a aussi le Djoudj le parc national d'oiseaux.
visiter le parc national. vous pouvez trouver beaucoup d'animaux différents comme les
lions, les singes, et les hippopotames
Les seneglais boivent le thé et le café souvent. ils boivent aussi une boisson appelé
Toufam. C'est un yogourt mince avec l'eau. ils mangent beaucoup de riz et de poisson
• la langue officielle est française.
• 94% de gens pratique la religion d'Islam. Il y a des églises catholiques et des églises
protestantes aussi
• la population de Sénégal est 12.521.851
• La monnaie officielle de Sénégal est le franc cfa (Communaut Financiaire Africaine). La
monnaie est utilisée 14 états d'Africain d'ouest, africains et Centraux aussi.
Le climat dans Sénégal est juste. C'est d'habitude sec de septembre à juin et quelque
pluie pendant la nuit en juillet et août. Les températures sont dans les quatre-vingts mai
à septembre. Ils sont dans les soixante-dix décembre à avril. Pendant que voyageant au
Sénégal pendant l'hiver, un veston est recommandé. Amener le vêtement pour le temps
pluvieux. Pendant que voyageant au Sénégal pendant l'été, le l'un doit amener des short et
des tee-shirts. Le pays est tolérant à toutes religions. Il n'y a pas le vêtement
requirments.
Le seneglais ont beaucoup de festivals et de carnavals. ils aiment chanter et danser. le
seneglais sont des gens artistiques.
whats the duration of love
when do the introductions began
are those in the background
sought for their ability to soothout the foreground
causing the total package
to have full richness, savored and sweetened
by the perfection of singer and proper lyric.
are the tones evenly portioned.
do they compliment the sound.
bassy rich tones, and rich edgey treble
are the lectric bass and treble tones
in full compliment of the orchestra
and are the sounds of each section highlighted
in a harmonic smoothness that
is put together to inspire
others to love and like
the complete image.
worded to have meaning.
music is right in all-times
lyrics have the same meaning from
period to period.
great the mention,
pay attention
somebody else loves
listening
to this song with you
the right time and the right detail.
soothed out ready for love
KEEPING ME IN LOVE WITH written by the Composer..../ sung by the Singer..../ Music written, scored, and arranged by.. Won Heck of a Guy
he also contracted the string , horns andpersuscain, he allowed
Whatchamacall-it to arrange and contract the woodwinds. Executive Producer
Fill-in The Name
from Ya'll Bouis Music.
Let's Be Franc donated to the sweet richness of the background singers.
Intro piano six chords from
Piano concerto Sixty-nine. "Rupt-Da-Flow" got busy with the newness and enginering.
Ya'll Bouis..Liked my Sound : loves my sound? punk what-cha gone do-about dat? Anyway we got something Specail For Ya!
Gul-Haubouis, she reed-member just how I like it.
real pretty Tulieps
put them right were folk can look at them!
Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb blast that left separated Limbs of men bleed with acrimony.
Eyes wept with sympathy crawling down their cheeks
While our crown boast of a thousand solutions with no one in sight.
Poetic justice shall reign in Nigeria, I prayed
I handshake my communication god when it rang
And cling firmly my peripatetic poetic spirit,
To Didier's motherland, under the cloud of French stimulated Ivory,
I saw a goat-bearded-god mimic the suit of the stars and stripes.
And commands pagan's adoration of the sun upon his throne.
When scions of termites spit at the sight of our dead flesh.
I wept when hunger-lashed beggars’ union
Cling on my feet for one CFA franc.
Poetic justice shall reign in Ivory Coast, I prayed
Under strong loyalty to tyrannical whipping with merciless rod.
I saw my brothers drip blood from the scars of yesterday.
Should religious fundamentalists be blamed?
When a star, firmly crucified on a sickle moon,
Grind the 'holy cross' people of the south.
While the big brother stood akimbo and watch vultures poke our intestines.
The referendum at hand smells secession success on my screen.
I pray for poetic justice in Sudan, Africa and the whole world.
Song by Forro Cedez and
Arriere Assai and Composed by
Ausdruck Zu Lieblich
of Jingle Dheeze Music Fame LLC
a Soothing Music Company
In the absences of choice
I raise my voice
I kneal to proclaim
asking you this
the only one on my list
I am in love and not ashamed
I wanna be
your man
your husband
say you'll marry me
we'll say I do
to start ah-new
to remeber the kiss and ring I gave
Frustration encompasses
me when I struggle to be
more then anything
ah sorted need
to clear my head
and go throught things
I'll marry you
if you'll marry me
sometimes
I am lot
ah whole to deal with
thats what I said
I am in love to
you have become my everything
we're in love
so in love
ya'll noticed it to
you are all I think about
I enjoy spending time pleasing you
I am so in love
we're so in love
darling I'm in
love with you
we are one under the sun
reading for our
honeymoon
Sounds come from "Complicated by Me Loving You"
and "we're so in Love"
By Some Famous Opera
used with permission from
Bassy Beatez and Groovey Jams
'The Sounds of Music Production
Company"
Strings and wind Ensemble
arranged by Ah-Ooh Music
Sounds and Beats by
Freaky Franc and The Q- Town Kettlers
" Spit the pigfeet bones in the
can with the bag in it"
Not on my Floor used by permission
from Glamm and Glitter
Swiiggs and Confection Music Show LLC
He wrangled with his world, found a way to cross the seas
on merchant boats brimful of slaves, bound for British shores.
Innumerable are the things that we shall never know;
amazing, those things to which destiny holds the keys.
As a captain of slave ships, raw pain he thought to ease;
yet, time after time, clouds filled his skies with fear and dread.
“God laughed at my calamity,” he would say later when he found
the bow that bridges heaven and seeks a God to please.
He met with Wilberforce, a man settled on his lees,
challenged him, as abolitionist for slavery.
Years passed, but emancipation passed as English law.
The bow that bridges heaven, mankind from bondage frees.
John Newton is his name; He’s one of heaven’s trustees.
Inspired he wrote, Amazing Grace, which brings to my mind
the rainbow - God’s own honored promise to keep His word.
The bow that bridges heaven and keeps us on our knees.
April 2, 2020
1. “the bow that bridges heaven,” Christina Rosetti
2. “I also will laugh at your calamity;” Proverbs 1:26
3. "There are innumerable things that we shall never know, but there are remarkable things that we shall truly experience in life'." Franc Rodriquez.
4. "The Lord has promised good to me. His Word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. John Newton
Kruel is certain that Polly deserves life than death,
even if Polly couldnever take a breath
She has more time to spend with friends
She has lots of good friends
Why would Polly give it all up now?
Answers won't resolve somehow
Did Polly really mean it,
when she accepted the gift?
Polly must be hiding something
Kruel knows how her process of thinking
She has traveled through the Laser Trail
Many times, back and forth to find a tale
Was this something to be honest with Master?
If Master heard this, it might end up in a disaster
She was fulfilled with curse
That's all Kruel knows about life of hers
Kruel was sneaky
She tried to be tricky
Polly would not fall for her prank
Kruel can't be franc
Polly has a scheme
She has a dream
That Kruel can be friendly
And can be gently
Polly's dream came true
Kruel changed out of the blue
She felt the way Polly wished to live
She wanted to give
The wish that Polly made
Make her tears fade
She was a friend
And she wanted to spend
The rest of life without
Master's business, Kruel doubt
But Polly smiles and Kruel believes that this is what friendship is
"Her smile to keep the Magical Universe from getting out of control," Kruel says
I have always known rejection and exclusion,
as a half-breed girl I heard the insult;
whispered, as a child it left me with confusion,
it still happens often as an adult;
I liked to be alone and seek deep seclusion.
Instead of playing in the school yard I read a book,
the library was my favorite place;
I could always find among the rows a cozy nook,
and in time- writing things I would embrace;
I would fill all the pages of my school notebook.
I like going into the coolness of a church,
the silence is like a warm cloak;
lighting a candle for answers- I search,
I like art especially paintings baroque;
and ever since I can remember I like research.
And because of all this I have become a writer,
with my grandma supporting me;
in my life, school, work, now- never an inciter,
quiet ... when writing for me is the key;
and in time- a computer replaced my old typewriter.
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September 12, 2021
Poetry/Quintain (Sicilian)/Rejection Can be Good
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1388-310-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La Franc
Written for the Premier contest, Quintain (Sicilian)
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 10/15/2021
Second Place
"Life seems to be a never-ending series of survivals, doesn't it?"
_Carroll Baker, B 1931, Actress and Writer
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My life seems to be like pages in a book,
when I finish one chapter another begins,
sadly, not each chapter has a happy ending,
but some parts are quite happy and also funny,
I was a goofy kid, I recall my grandpa would laugh,
at my red wagon used to collect my forest treasures,
well, he was the one that made it for me for that purpose,
and I recall sitting in dad's workshop on his bench helping him,
well, not exactly helping but asking him a zillion little girl questions,
but he did not mind and would kiss me on the head and smile laughing,
see, its not all bad, there is a lot of happiness woven into the deep sadness,
it all depends on what pages- I choose to recall from the chapters of my life.
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June 13, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Chapters of Life
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1260-135-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La Franc
Submitted to the Standard contest, Brian's Select F
sponsor ,Brian Strand
Third Place