Long Gems Poems
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On the frigid wings of the northern wind,
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clearing haze from fringe of sky’s misty mind,
song bird’s chime ripples life on canvas grey.
Fawn meadow shines with emerald shade new,
in sunburst sky hues of horizon sail.
Dawn’s dulcet gems drape grass with crown of dew,
spring sequins reveal hidden nature trail.
On satin leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with color crescendo the petals dance.
Zephyr floats floral fragrance on soft flow,
butterflies flitter in the tune of trance.
Away from the noise lone life’s bedlams fling,
I get as the gift of God one more spring.
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Contest title: YOUR CHOICE z
Contest Judged: June 21st, 2025 9:27:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placement: First
let me give you some history of the Republic of the Union of Myanmar
is that Burma?
it used to be
they won’t let us have more than two children
they persecute us daily
we cannot travel freely and are refused citizenship
I wonder who “they are” so I ask.
rohingya people.
we cannot own land either.
the Burmese are holding a grudge, angry with us.
why?
our ancestors sided with the British
when?
1948 when they came into our country to steal our resources.
which ones?
jade, gems, oil, teak, natural gas
I try to get away from this crazy person.
there are fifty-four million other Buddhists living here.
surely some of them are more positive.
it begins to rain; a monsoon is not much easier to take.
I like to get up early in the 'morn
for the flowers are calling me to come
I love the dew wet silence and stillness
and this is where I can meditate
and where my MUSE is waiting
close your eyes he whispers
I caress the blooms
the petunias like velvet and colors of gems
and the faithful geraniums always forgiving
the trailing ivy clinging and climbing
God has painted these just for me
open your mind MUSE murmurs
take my hand and we will journey
and the wind is caressing the flowers
and my hair is moving
I hear ocean waves and birds calling me
as I walk an ocean shore
my blood red filmy dress billowing
and I see MUSE has taken a shape
he is a mighty black horse galloping
and when we are side by side
I grab hold of his majestic black mane
and we are galloping and the wind is roaring
then suddenly we are flying for he has wings
over the deep endless endless aqua ocean
how long I do not know
for it seems like hours or even days
but when I open my eyes
I am in the garden
with my flowers gently swaying back and forth
like ocean waves and hidden birds are singing
and I know my MUSE is here
in the stillness of my garden
and I fall to me knees in prayer thanking God
for this new day ...
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/MUSE dwells in my garden
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-889-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Finding Your Muse
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 08/02/2021
First Place
An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty
But her obsidian eyes betrayed her.
Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me,
and I knew…
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Molten lava spilled forth from her mouth, melting our clocks—
eighteen hundred nightmares compressed in two hours.
Long hand moving forward, as the short hand moved backward
How can memories persist in such an acrid life?
She spoke of a beast in the guise of a man,
one who ravaged innocence with the flick of a click
A coward that collected milk teeth for hardened bones
of other horny beasts with no spine
That throaty tenderness when she spoke
sprinkled crystal seeds of frustration in me
She says he loathed him, denied she loved him
but her obsidian eyes betrayed her
There she was, a bud he plucked from the nuns’ garden
He grafted then he pruned her,
spreading her pollen, wafting her scent
yet folding her petals to himself
Caterpillars feeding upon her leaves,
she lets them devour her,
yet once they are wrapped in their cocoons to sleep,
she stabs them with her thorns.
Tears then slid down from her midnight lace eyes
and it was all I could do to catch them
She said she was weary of curtailing butterflies,
of tearing their wings before they can even fly
I had to ask, how many… how many winged gems?
She lifted her sleeves, and showed me her scars
One ugly mark for each innocent child plunged deep,
my heart getting slashed at least three hundred a beat.
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A certain stillness came about
as I strode into her door,
like fear itself refused to move,
letting breath touch her mysterious beauty for the last time....
Her obsidian eyes had betrayed her.
Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
I looked at the knife beside her.
Maroon-mapped sheets, a stunted womb.
Strains of Bon Iver’s “Flume”
flit past the sighing air like a butterfly,
and I knew…
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In the silence of a dying star, I wandered through the cold and empty space,
I, a dimmed light, falling into nothingness, seeking meaning among the shadows,
Until her cosmic pull caught me, called me with her silent voice,
I began to burn with new flames, melting into her mysterious light.
Each second that brought us closer made me lighter, nearer to the dream,
And when impact turned into embrace, I didn’t scatter into space,
I became part of her, merging with her endless, green forests,
In the vast silence of the cosmos, she was no longer alone, but full of song.
I sang in her deep oceans, where waves whispered ancient tales,
I rested in her skies, where clouds danced to rhythms of eternity,
Always held by love’s gravity, a magnetic field of unending desires,
Thus, I became a word spoken by the universe, an incantation of light and shadow.
In existential solitude, I found connection with the invisible universe,
Seeking meaning in cosmic chaos, I discovered the search is the path itself,
My verses flow like an underground river, carrying thoughts as precious gems,
And in this soul’s poetry, I found eternity in a moment of love.
Metaphors dance, esoteric symbols ignite the sky with unknown mysteries,
Ritualistic repetitions invoke a musicality that transports to poetic trance,
In cosmic nostalgia, contemplating mysteries, I became a dream of eternity,
For in her love, I found the lost star, reborn in the harmony of the universe.
I long to see you become forever well
filled with life and happiness that from which we fell
I love you for the character things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain your inner quality
I see your desire and searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison there what you dream of
I've considered the places where your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired but far from them fell
I see into your inner core not just upon your face
the mind residing in you that your soul encase
I love that you know you can count me a friend
and your confidences I'll keep until our end
I know those places where the hurting went
with childhood abuses were treated with contempt
I know how criticism did with anguish fill
and how the remains are in there living still
I have seen you alone crying in the night
with no one there to say it will be alright
you put on a brave front as we all display
but despair rides your soul each and every day
And there did I see beauty that lives you within
the part you have protected from violence of men
from the words and deeds from their actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant the unthinking fool
But I am only human can only see a little part
the results of mankind's thoughtlessness effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart that effectively touches you
until the Son of God his love on earth will do
Just know you will always be within my thought
though not there present you're in my mind allot
I'll look forward till next I see you and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you hold you in my embrace
Know that your sorrow Gods intends desist
through the only Kingdom these governments resist
those who hurt others will become restrained
until the hearts of men can become retrained
These are the promises that through Christ will come
that which resides in heaven his will on earth be done
and not another soul will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is that Love will never you depart
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
He always started his 1-minute video with the intro: "Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems, like this one!..." and then he'd read one of her quotes he'd chosen. Kind of like how this haibun is starting out with a paragraph... except he didn't conclude it with a haiku. What he did do was explicate her meaning --applying it to us today-- for 1 minute. Short and sweet, sometimes silly, but serious at times too. And he didn't just TALK. He acted out his point with scenery, characters, and drama. He made me laugh, as well as reconsider my values. Hey I read her Diary myself, but I learned even more from listening to this guy. I still need to tune in from time to time, to remind myself how to prioritize what's most important in my spiritual life. I actually didn't start bingeing his whole series until after it ended. It's hard to believe he's gone; I'm still in denial. I miss him although I never met the guy! But I believe he was an authentic kindred spirit among the believers of "Divine Mercy in my soul." Marc Massery himself was beyond a mere "diamond in the rough." His words of encouragement were clear, his charismatic style polished, and his sweet heart was genuine. His soul sparkled with the beauty befitting a jewel in the crown of Our Lady. So now I say, turn on any video of "Marc Massery's Mercy Minutes," and you'll find spiritual gems... because he's one.
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Like soup . . . poems also need a good foundation,
a flavourful base to build upon;
I have no set time limit for my creation,
though, sometimes my alphabets are woebegone !
Carrots, peas, celery and corn are like bright gems,
potatoes, green beans, beef broth and tomatoes are the substance;
that any soup or poem needs to fall from spoons and pens,
and of course alphabet pasta words must swirl in great abundance !
Stirring often my poemy soothing delicious comfort,
I am not afraid of adding a little zest;
in the end my alphabet creation will be triumphant,
and Zen feelings will stir and my soupy poem will be blessed !
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May 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Vegetable Alphabet Poems Simmering
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1453-594-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Merger With Food
sponsor, Natasha L Scragg, Judged 07/02/2022
Second Place
Paper, pencil, and tea,
Inspire poet in me.
Green, black, or Darjeeling
Question to determine!
Gems, roses ~ ravishing!
Poems for you, Darling!
August 11, 2021
In Essence 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
PICTURE: 5
syllables (6 syllables in each line) checked by HMS
Three stanzas, each with two lines
One internal, one end rhyme in each stanza