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Upon my museum walls, pastiche you are,
Pseudo piece of art dredging old memories;
Where I hang now, a fine authentic painting—
Love of my sweet dreams.
You claim I once bloomed your ardent reveries
Yet, I recall your dreamworld quite illusive
When you pulsed my heart in your glory within
Phantasm of deceit.
There I was with you in your place of conceit
Where you waltzed in my life sparkling like gemstone
But soon you were unmasked as spurious clone--
An unwanted stone.
Don't come now, pretending it was real love,
When you still are, frowning face of frippery;
You've no place in temple of divine worship
Where my goddess lives.
June 22, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Simulacrum
Each stanza: 11,11,11,5 (howmanysyllables.com)
A castle full of mouths that talk about you
They tell me your vices that aren't true
But all my ears listen are the words my heart speak of you
So I dedicate this piece of cloth to crochet something I always knew
As the ball of the yarn unravels
Our moments flow like a film
So I pass a warp through a pearl
A pearl I sew in your name
For every tear that rolled down my face
You became the tearsmith of this game
The warp looks for a Ruby
A Ruby I sew in your name
For every Rage that hammered the nails on my fence
Yet I built a home for us in my defence
As a Warp of tricot is sewn
The green Emerald shines
For every bright smile that u brought me by
You became the star in my sky
Emerged from the garden, a beautiful Lily
Just the way the loom yearns for this beauty
My amethyst appears subtly
How you bring the tint of blush on my cheek, gently
A kiss on the kneedle as I pass it through
The moonstone who is as passionate as you
For every touch you carved on my skin
For the first ever glance that let our story begin
Staying true to all my desires
I knit in this rare sapphire
With all these dreams you bring me of our empire
You unleash this heart to be set on fire
The strong clear diamond stands alone
As I weave in this last gemstone
It reflects our bond bright
Together we become infinite
Stone by stone, stitch by stitch
The gemstones all align
Now my life hangs by a thread
The mouths in the castle are silenced
And they slowly transform into eyes
Eyes that witness my emotions
Emotions weaved into Stories
Call me Penelope
As I weave an irreversible Tale
A Tale of You and Me
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.
In the kingdom's sanctuary,
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice,
the crown's hallowed blame.
Nor adorned- with precious jewels-
reflecting royal might,
even more a symbol of august-authority,
a captivating seep of darkness piercing light.
O, the crown, a stately jest, replacing HIS due crest,
a weight upon the brow, and a blow upon HIS chest.
A burden and a blessing, it graces all all allows.
But behind the sparkling thorns, a story avowed
by Veronica's Veil
and a mysterious shroud that spreads wings
over the land like a tapestry of identity
and title deed over Death and Hell.
Of sacrifice and hardship,
manifolded for Man in a bleed.
The journey, ever burdened, by both heart and hand
and blood of gland to seed.
The guardian of Man and the seas
to land squarely at HIS lap.
He doth drink up the seas.
For a crown oft conceals the trials of a king,
the battles fought within,
the tears that cause the mushroom ripple
of restoring, need.
Each gemstone in a crown
holds a memory, etched-
in our individual and collective soul,
of joys and sorrows, of kingdom’s role,
what then more of a crown of thorns?
It holds souls in it's symboligy and irony.
And as a crown bestows grandeur
on a chosen head,
it whispers tales of triumphs, and whispers
of the once hopeless dead.
For love, is a double-edged sword that can rend mountainous rock into a river for a worthy land.
It can build splendid kingdoms or leave ruins
of heart in unsown empty hand.
So, behold ye the one who wore the crown
of might and love.
For beneath it lay the weight of the World,
to bear our plights of sin and bond.
Thus, let us not envy the crown HE bore.
Instead, let us remember-
the heavy share of load and lighten HIS,
evermore.
If we but listen to his WORD.
~
Crystallized moon beams,
fractured light of endless desires
shimmer on you as our eyes meet
beneath a canopy of gemstone brilliance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
and your smile grants permission,
leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
our hearts in silent yearnings
Your skin, sweet of perfumed nectar
scents the evening in aromatic siftings
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the heavens
as we lay entwined on feathery grass
exploring each other amidst whispering winds
City lights twinkle, reflections on the bay,
unaware of our love, our moment
Leaves trickle to earth like tiny wings
as I gaze upon your silhouette,
mysterious against this velvet sky
Still beauty falls like summer rain
drenching my sight with you
A full moon stares down smiling,
happily enchanted by our movements
The distant horizon mirrors us,
lingering upward at your charm,
feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking deeper meaning as
you gaze down in hypnotic peering
Harmonic exhales sing in a sensual duet,
echoing through tree lined vistas
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
dampened by melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway,
while constellations dance,
effervescent patterns on an ebony abyss
A shooting star trails your murmured gasp,
comets collide within, intensely exploding,
illuminating our endless dreams
Simultaneous sensations glisten,
ecstasy quivers in stardust sprinkling
on our hearts as the evening blushes
in the shade of love
~
An independent thinker and sometimes a rebel, and
Quite resistive to change- always and forever,
Utterly loyal and faithful to friends old and new.
Amethyst my gemstone and violet my flower, a
Real big storyteller, I have stories to tell - sometimes,
Inside my head I dwell for a long time, disconnected;
Until, it is time to write a poem or story, and
Sometimes, I like to float in water in my meditation.
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March 31, 2021
Poetry/Acrostic/Aquarius
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1343-033-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Star Sign Acrostic
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 04/10/2021
Fifth Place
Carnelian, tumbled, polished and beautifully elegant,
anchors this daydream in reality and the acceptance of life;
removes all fear of death as this orange gem will assist my soul,
navigate the journey into the maze of the afterlife. (or is that a dream ?)
Egyptians believed in the power of Carnelian, it left them deeply enthralled,
loving this vibrant orange gemstone that blazed of the colors in Autumn;
inside the stone there is a cloudy interior that leaves this girl daydreaming,
and so I must put on my Carnelian necklace from India and feel it's vitality.
now, oh sweetness, I have peace and tranquility and can write my poetry . . .
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March 25, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Daydreamers: Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-440-25
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
A FATHER'S LEGENDARY :
Spirit of love is staged in this superman,
Who never gives up until a good deal is done.
He is the source of giftings production,
Who soundly nurtures his children,
By placing the entire family on satisfaction.
Regards the needs of every member with pride.
In the world of craziness I was born into,
This man has been a real gemstone.
He has always been of great spectrum...
For the construction of my self-discipline.
As a child with folly bounded in my heart,
He cleared it always as fast,
Whenever he sights a fall of it's pinch.
And words from his mouth purges a nag,
Based on a specimen intent
Obliterates all spiritual and physical issues,
Through hardwork and Ruth.
Which makes his family so proud.
Humbly play's the duties of his spouse,
When she's far away from home.
He virtually set matters straight with hope,
Even as we're now on our own.
A real ethicist on earth...
Accessed to be admired best,
Who selflessly places his family first.
And buys advance education for us,
"The future of my children is my legacy",
A citation he usually says to himself.
He gets us deemed with efficacy,
Advises us not to undergo a pelf.
He's an illustrious and a humble legend,
Whose legacies depicts his worth.
GOD bless every good father at the other side.
At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks
I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy
Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross
Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual
A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should
I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress
Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day
Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score
The song reflects like a deep pool.
The sunset's a floating gemstone.
Melody moves me then oh so slow.
The fresh playing of instruments.
Strong voices sing the inspired songs.
Young women dance on the sidelines.
And the young men watch them closely.
A solo guitar plays the lead.
Other instruments soon join in.
The energy is powerful.
Then they all end at the same time.
A lone saxophone starts a sweet sound.
Then the music fades and people leave.
All in a single mind they move.
Eyes meeting and smiles matching.
The moment's somehow expanded.
There is momentary fanfare.
Every Eye a body camera.
To lend to future descendants.
To honor times when love ruled.
When love is what was important.
For it's what would open the door...
The door to our forgotten dreams!
7/20/21