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the love of my life...
girl, all you
all you got to do
Is just be, be just be only you;
These trues are sure;
I'm sure that I'm yours;
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
I do believe love;
From up above;
Chosen vessel your my darling;
I worship you love;
I can't help but to love;
I'm all out of breath;
When I think about it...
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
And darling you are, you are, you're
the love of my life, the love of my life;
One day when we get older;
I'll embrace you by your shoulders;
Honey, dear so sweet and revere;
Loving and kindness is all I have here;
Girl all you got to do is say that you love me;
that you love me...
Darling just say those words that you love me, you love me;
And that you're
The love of my life;
And darling you are, you are, you're
the love of my life, the love of my life;
I do, I do, I do believe that you're, you are
The love of my life, the love of my life
together hand in hand we will become one day future man and wife;
But until then my love I say I do, I do believe
That you're the love of my life;
7/15/70
written words by James Edward Lee/Micheal Block©1970, 2019
Arranged music by Alton Adkins
It is really my fathers fault that I am wild,
from my very beginnings he took me to nature;
we would wander forest trails hand in hand,
he taught me all about the plants and animals.
After he went up above I would go to the forest,
that is where I felt safe and I loved it;
mother did not like it but could not control me,
I would sneak out when she was not looking.
I grew up like a wild girl- not that civilized,
people did not understand me and so I was quiet;
I have always felt free and untamed in a way,
but, of course to survive this life we must conform.
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April 26, 2020
Poetry/Verse/My Wild Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1246-613-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
(NA in the contest, Wild, judged 4/28/2020)
Submitted to NA Re-Run 7 Standard contest
sponsor, John Hamilton
Sixth Place
When we were teens , we knew it all.
We married young, not expecting the fall.
Side by side, our children we raised.
Together, as friends, our dreams we chased.
Our children grew, our friendship did too,
And almost forty years later, the friendship's still true.
You had remarried, started raising young ones again.
My second marriage had ended, nearly drove me insane.
Through four marriages, eight kids, grandkids too,
Our friendship remains as if it's still new.
It's the thing I rely on through bad times and good.
In all my ups and downs, you're the one who understood.
I thank God your dear hubby understands our bond
And lets us have our "girl" time of which we're so fond.
When we're old, in our rocking chairs, we'll be sitting side by side
Looking back on this friendship, saying "Boy, what a ride!"
written by Francine Roberts 24/08/2010
When the day dawns heavy
and the tears are close by
I am not sure how to progress because
I am not sure how to be
Do I fake it and go to work?
Do I curl up in my bed and cry?
Should I write until the words dry up?
I am not sure how to be
Am I the person they call strong
just because I get out of bed every day?
Am I a kind person who encourages
others when I can barely lift my own head?
Am I the mother that buried her son?
or the mother too far away from her other son?
am I the person who cries almost every day
and just is not sure WHO to be
I am the person with lots of emotions
with words swirling around in her head
the person with a big faith and who only knows
one thing, God is good and he wants me to be
To be who I am, not how I feel
to be a child of God
a kind person, a word girl
and the person who gets up and lives life
There lived a girl who loved animals
She had three cats who’d been abandoned
She loved them so and wanted them to know
That they would always have a home with her
One morning she went out for the morning paper
One cat was missing and she searched for it’s ebony
Form as it was the one who she loved the most
But when she discovered her she was listless
Midnight was the kitten who she deeply cherished
And somehow her cat once found been cut to pieces
She had her Mom rush the animal to the vet
Where it was met with a good and kind doctor
Finally, after many days at the vet’s office
And with only evening phone calls to encourage her
The girl went home with her cat who now had
Not four, but three legs… and no tail – oh well!
That cat could climb a tree, on legs – only three
As well as the next kitty who had all four legs
And soon it was shown to be, the kitty who knew
It’s place was with this girl, who loved her totally!
Midnight lived until the girl turned seventeen
And gave many hours of affectionate purring
With a heart that knew without any doubting
That love lived in the heart of this hopeful child
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
March 22, 2022
At dawn, she wakes, the sun gently whispers, A new day unfolds, full of hopes and blisters. A Nigerian girl, dreams so bright, In the labyrinth of life, she's ready to fight.
SSCE and JAMB, hurdles she faced, GCE now awaits, her journey's not erased. Admission letter, a promise of tomorrow, Yet in her heart, lingers silent sorrow.
Her father’s voice, a constant refrain, “You’re not reading,” words like rain. They sting her heart, yet leave no scar, For she reads in shadows, away from the bar.
Brilliant, she is, in ways unseen, In the quiet corners, she chases her dream. Books in her lap, when the world’s asleep, Knowledge she sows, in silence so deep.
Her brilliance, a beacon, shining so true, Though often unnoticed, by more than a few. For those who watch with careful eye, See her spirit soar, touch the sky.
She navigates through doubt, through fear, With each page turned, her path grows clear. A tale of resilience, of silent might, A Nigerian girl, in her own right.
Through trials and triumphs, she finds her way, In the dance of life, she holds sway. A day in her life, a chapter so profound, In her silent struggle, her victory found.
From a town where the sun don’t shine,
To overseas, but they called it mine.
My heart in shadows of the street,
Returning home I lost my feet,
Faces changed, but not memories
I wrote a song about that.
Life has a way of teaching you pain,
From child dreams to love's rain.
Every tear left its mark on my path,
And through it all, I found my voice
I wrote a song about that.
Then came the call of the sea,
Navy blues and Merchant dreams.
Fighting battles and demons within,
Came back with scars beneath my skin.
A hero on paper but alone in this fight,
I wrote a few songs about that.
Life has a way of teaching us pain,
From child dreams to love's rain.
Every tear left its mark on my path,
And through it all, I found my voice
I wrote a song about that.
Love lifted me high above the ground,
A Latina cruel, my heart almost drowned.
She married a drunk; his heart never true—
Haunted by her name; what could I do?
Nights chasing after ghosts gone bad—
I wrote a lot of songs about that.
Tijuana where the neon glows bright,
Met a call girl who danced away the night.
Her smile held secrets in her embrace;
Our stories are lost in time and space.
A moment lost forever just like that—
And I wrote her a song about that.
Life’s has a way of teaching us pain,
From child dreams to love's rain.
Every tear left its mark on my path,
And through it all, I found my voice
I wrote a song about that.
I wander alone, to places unknown,
Each and every heartache carved into stone.
Traveled the World and it never felt flat—
Seems that I wrote a song about that.
God knows for how long you have been in my heart
Since the moment I'm here, you are with me
Oh my lover I swear on my God that after Him
The most dearest to me in this world is you
When I close my eyes I see you
When I open my eyes I long to see you
When you aren't with me, I feel you everywhere
Every time, every second all the time
I die in order to spend my time with you
Only God knows for how long I have been in love with you
Since the moment I have had dreams, I wanted to be yours
Oh my lover I swear on my God
That eternal is the love I have for you
And I choose you as mine for both of these worlds
My heart desires to play with your hair
My heart desires that I take you in my arms
My heart desires to kiss your eyes
My heart desires that I make you mine
And my heart desires to hide you in my heart
Only God knows for how long I have been waiting for you
Since the time I'm in this world, you were my love
Oh my lover I promise on my God
That I'll only love you and you
Every single day I dreamt about you
I didn't know how you'll look, yet I loved you
Olive skin, glasses, and dark hair are just metaphors
My love is not dependent upon physical beauty
Only God knows for how long I have been dreaming about you
Since the moment I'm here, you have been in my dreams
Oh my lover I swear on my God
That the only girl I have ever dreamed of is you
I bowed down thousand of times
Prayed a million times
In every prayer of mine there were you
In every prayer of mine, there was a desire to love you
The world will say that you are mine
The angels will acknowledge this fact
that you are mine
Only God knows how many times I have prayed for you
Since the moment I have started praying, my every prayer is for you
Oh my lover I swear on my God
That your wishes are my prayers now
And you meeting me is the fulfillment of all my wishes
2 May 2018
Mirabella had a big garden of pretty Azaleas
and towards moon she started a tap dance,
showing her ballerina dress made by Chris;
young boys came around and stole a glance!
What was the secret that made
her so glamorous and famous?
What did Mirabella have to deserve
admiration and hundreds of claps?
Follow me and I'll tell you a great story,
her incredible beauty charmed tall
and handsome Harry instantly;
they met on the breezy Amalfi Bay;
he wasn't very young, a friendly guy
with a head full of aging grey...
and he came from Montreal!
No woman was lovelier than Mirabella when she was laughing;
it must been the Neapolitan sunshine on her sun-tanned cheeks,
it must have been the mandolin's hard trap beats
that raised her young blood as she began singing!
And Harry couldn't help smiling and throwing another flower,
she became the undying flame of a true soldier's heart;
and that flame burned until the war was finally over:
would he forget her and let their feelings turn into dust?
He took one step forward and whispered with the firmest voice,
" I've made a promise more truthful than I've made to any girl,
wait for me and don't count days, or nights, not even once:
have faith in me: because tomorrow is a wish I can fulfill! "
And Mirabella remembers her sweetheart who's too far away
and cries by the dull garden of withered flowers looking over
the foaming sea where dreams are created; do they soar faster
than the boldest eagles, or do they end in misery before midday?
There once was an old man living all alone,
his frail memory often ran away from him
like a lean little rat with a long curved tail
to hide without trace in a small dark hole.
He was immensely fond of travelling around,
any time of the year his home he would leave
with his brown suitcase like him already old,
all his belongings it would carry like a friend.
Eager to attend the birthday of the grandchild
one morning in mild May flooded by sunshine
with a camera and suitcase he started journey
across whispering valley, along singing stream.
He took snaps of smiling flowers, birds in blue,
the pictures that would make the little girl glad.
He collected a bunch of wild flowers on the way,
made a lively bouquet to convey to her his love.
He got tired, sweat ran like rill on cracked land,
in a shade he took a nap under the setting sun.
Waking up he strode away with wind of twilight,
forgetting his things that were all left far behind.
Camera, bouquet, and suitcase spent the night
in the embrace of each other in moonbeam shine.
Coming out of hole his memory brought him back,
he was happy his things huddled together, waited.
February 11, 2019
Contest : A fairy tale for children
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
(Note : The poem is inspired by the second picture posted by
the sponsor. I'd be happy to read the story to my grandchildren.)