Long France Poems

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Graveyard

“My first kiss was actually in a graveyard” ~George Ezra

Happy is he who with foresight
Weds the woman of a grave site – 
Six feet under she coolly repose,
Submissive and least to impose.

Never is she likely to wake
Your sad life ever dismal to make,
Neither will she whimper and whine
to venture out to wine and dine.

Content to wear a cotton shroud
She will not dare talk back aloud,
Dead quiet, not one to nag you ever
for a wardrobe of silk, satin and fur.

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
to find some peace ere your demise,
Aware was He who made the woman
only to restrain the free spirit of man


~02/20/2023
~Contest: Writing Challenge "G" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Realm of Desire

The sparkling sapphire water designs
crystal dreams of the bottomless lake,
the veil of seraphic night slowly falls,
swaddling us ever so very close.
When the slices of scintillating moon
the rhythm of unbroken ripples shakes,
the blithe breeze glides with fervor
from the garden with the scent of rose. 

I lie on the enamored cradle of bliss
in the embrace of your ivory arm,
your satin ebony hair cascades
to caress gently my fascinated face.
In your luscious lilac lips I feel
the touch of your emotion warm,
while in the endless flood of stardust
I swim on your everlasting grace.

The nectar of avid ardor I drink
from the fountain of your heart,
in your seething embrace of longing
my boundless craving turns into fire,
welding us in the ember of love
that won’t ever make us apart,
for together we’ll travel entranced
to the limitless realm of dreamlike desire.

The tapestry of togetherness we’ll weave
with the mesmerizing moonbeam strand.
When for us the new sun will rise again,
opens the petals of the crimson dawn
on the dew glittered meadow of yearning,
reflecting infinite ecstasy, there we’ll stand
till the end of the tantalizing time when
twilight gleam will illumine our eternal horizon.

June 5, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Endless
Sponsor : Constance Le France

Premium Member An Excavation

                        In the corridors
          of my mind and endless passages
I hold the scars that are the road map to my soul
and where words thrown at me and used as weapons
                        dwell in the cracks.
Fear and sorrow are like chains holding me prisoner
and I must exhume them from the darkness
      disinter and expose them
            from vast deep voids where they hide
                         in the fissures.
And the drum of time is beating and I must pierce
       through the hollow shadows to dredge up
                         this cancer twining  !

                        The path is endless
            as I dig and chip at the darkness
leaving no door and no emptiness unchecked 
as I follow all the contrived tunnels and atriums
                       as time is ticking.
The forest of my life is at stake and my sky is gray
but this is an excavation unfathomable
      oh, through chambers silent
            no matter how difficult and weary
                       I will crawl seeking.
This fear and sorrow is holding me back from being me
            so, I will leave no rock unturned      
                       for I must unearth ... 
                           the darkness dwelling within me !

______________
June 21, 2021


Poetry/Verse/An Excavation
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-926-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France 

Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 07/27/2021

First Place
Form: Verse

Premium Member Free To Face My God

[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



"Though I freely walk these streets, sometimes I'm mentally confined
Yesterday, today and tomorrow seem forever entwined
When I think I'm moving forward somebody pushes rewind
Gone are the bars in the windows, but not the bars in my mind" -RhymaRhyma


 
they cut me loose
free to roam about the earth
a castaway a loner
me with my troubled thoughts
my shame my regrets

cursed with a past that haunts me
a shadow I simply cannot shake
the constant nagging reminder
of my remorse my burden
the debt I’ll never be able to repay

so I wander and let time try to heal
the broken man that I’ve become
guiding me down secluded paths 
far from everything and everyone
where I seek nature to face my god
shedding the weight of layers at his mercy



AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2025

Read on air by invitation  ~  September 4, 2020  'LATE NIGHT POETS'

Submitted on August 13, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (22) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Premium Member Light of Laughter


I write upon the enthusing light of laughter
The melody of creativity
The mystery of happiness
The whisper of quiet
The wonderous sight of some bold and vibrant dream
Miracles sent to thrill the heart with peace

I write upon the pain of sorrow that won’t cease
Of letting go, giving in to the scream
Finding a poetic riot
Knowing no haughtiness
Painting the soul with hues of sensitivity
As cherubs beckon from the hereafter

I write upon the love so often sought after
Of hope found in caring activity
Faith that blends into prettiness
Breathing a calm climate
Through veins flowing with crimson dimples so extreme
Pondering grace that will never decrease









My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
January 29, 2021
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Stillness of the Night

STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT

In the stillness of the night, my mind races like a mad
woman, all these thoughts running, rambling in my head.
I find sleep so elusive, aloof and distant and no matter how
I try, it is unreachable that I pray and pray to quiet my mind.

In the stillness of the night, in its darkness and quietness,
I don’t move, don’t make a sound and yet, find my mind
restless, wandering from one thought to another, unable
to silence, empty it for hours… only then I reach stillness.    


10/31/21        "S" Contest, New Poems Poetry
                      Constance La France  
Theme:           #3 - Stillness

Premium Member Kismet

"Kismet is inevitable...in vain we attempt to shape our future" (By Poet)

Kismet brought two intense souls together, 
two young buds, early in life, 
Kismet separated the two kindred ecstatic spirits 
sending to distant corners of the world, 
for a huge void in time! 

a breathtaking garden of Dahlias and Chrysanthemums, 
a dreamy swing, a myriad of books to share and read, 
tied them in a cherished bond,
engrossed with each other in breathless euphoria of youth, 
they had the slightest clue, 
What life was all about! 

a yellow poncho, a few handmade dolls, 
a dry parched garland - that’s all she left behind, 
when one morning the magical garden was bare, 
the blessed swing empty, he didn’t know 
where the chirping birds disappeared! 
the murmuring wind whooshed around,
              but didn’t answer! 

a glorious story of love and loss - 
Kismet brought them back together, 
her softest fragrance can never be lost,
love found its way back anew, 
bloomed spreading its divine aroma, 
who can hide the ravishing splendour,
of a never-lost passion, 
emotions overflowing with adoration! 

light shines bright from the untold promise, 
trust, dreams of a life-long song, 
echoing destiny without barriers, 
eventual melting of two souls in one! 


                                       March 10, 2023
           Theme: Kismet (Old Turkish word meaning "Fate, Destiny")
           Inspired by Writing Challenge - "K" words Poetry Contest        
                          Sponsor: Constance La France
                                          FIRST PLACE

                    Brian Strand Premier No. 1198 Poetry Contest

Premium Member Guardian Angel Dear

You see me at my birth, 
Like a fresh flesh dumbbell;
Sing lullabies with mirth,
As silent as mumble;
Ease me, in quilt of care, lest I fall and crumble...

You fix your eyes on me, 
At my sleep dream and wake;
Tingles and smiles in me,
You make like fancies fake;
My psycho-physical soul-soothing solace sake...

My childhood you take care,
Like hens to their chicks do;
Adulthood with joys fair,
Like petals and blooms, glue;
Crystal-like, my thought and words, you make glassy true...

When I face test of death,
When God calls me home back;
My body with no breath,
Lies like a torn rag sack;
You pave, for my journey, a peace-filled divine track...

May my moments, betwixt,
Beams of hope, Angel dear!
May my mind and heart fixed,
On God the polestar rear;
Thus, may my grave, heavenly womb-like comfort bear...!

12 December 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems, 10 or more lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Premium Member Accompanied By Mother Dear

"all of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
                                            Quote by _Constance La France 

As the world celebrates Mother’s Day with triumph
affectionately, I cannot but reminisce my Mom
Artencia (her lovely name) whose vitality upholds me up until now
affirmatively marking my steps along the way…

Always grateful am I to God for my interesting journey  
asserting praises for giving me my Mom 
along her unconditional love, nurturing and nourishing me well
around her womb at the onset of my existence…

Aware of Mom’s unceasing presence 
ah, my heart found haven in her gentle hands
approved by her care, pacified by sweet lullabies
assuaged against fear, especially during visits to the doctors...

Apprehended with misbehavior as a child
assured am I to have Mom as disciplinarian and mentor
amidst her compassion, mercy and grace
ascertaining to impart virtues that I now have as orphanage guardian... 

Accompanied by Mom along significant routes 
armed was I with choices and decisions by her guidance
and while I confess my stubbornness, contradicting her, still I admit
actually, she aided me in my journey to become the woman* I am today. 

Proverbs 31:30 “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.” King James Version (KJV)

Dramatic Monologue with Alliteration of A 

May 17, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge A Quotes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/20/2023

Premium Member Penny Memories

 
Dad said this about the penny
Have one in your pocket to touch
You will never, ever be broke
Times, I have existed on the penny

Have one in your pocket to touch
I have many in various vessels
Times, I have existed on the penny
One day, I paid for my bus fare

I have many in various vessels
The church seems to like my pennies
One day, I paid for my bus fare
Pennies remind me of what Dad said

The church seems to like my pennies
You will never, ever be broke
Pennies remind me of what Dad said
Dad said that about the penny

________________________
September 5, 2012


Poetry/Pantoum/Penny Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 09-418-532-05
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Penny Pantoum
Sponsors,  Rhonda and Cyndi, HM. Judged 09/24/2012
Form: Pantoum

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