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Each year we drive to the south of Spain to soak up the sun's warm rays
But we like to maintain a leisurely pace, so it takes us two full days
Which means we stay at Hotel-and-Go, that sadly has one minor flaw
It's hidden away and finding the place each year is a bit of a chore
So this time I went into Google maps and zoomed in to the nth degree
The coordinates set, I was happy to let the sat nav find it for me
"You have reached your destination" the confident voice rang out
"No we flippin’ haven't" I cried "We're in the middle of a roundabout"
Ahead in the dark was a restaurant, so I went in to seek their advice
As to where the hotel was located, the directions were very precise
Turn to the left then left again then follow the road to the right
Go under a bridge, cross two roundabouts and the hotel will come into sight
We turned to the left, then left again and the road became a dirt track
We skidded and squealed with mud on the wheels with no way to reverse or turn back
We reached the hotel tired and irate, vowing never to come back again
I brought up the suitcase then a buzzing began, which was going to drive us insane
The noise came out of a grill, and although to heights I’m averse
I climbed on a chair and took it apart and succeeded in making it worse
The receptionist had nowhere to move us, but I wasn’t prepared to back down
So, fair play to her, she came up to the room to confront the irritant sound
"I'll find you another room", she said "You can’t stay in here tonight"
And so in the end she became my best friend, I could hardly contain my delight
I collected my kit and caboodle, pulled the case away from the wall
And the room immediately fell silent, not a trace of the buzzing at all
The noise had come out from the suitcase, hard to believe but true
My battery shaver had turned itself on and the sound was vibrating through
It was amplified by the hollow stud wall to emerge from the grill overhead
So the cause of the noise I had misdiagnosed creating confusion instead
I went down to the desk at reception to confess to the girl my ‘faux pas’
"Guess what, you’ll never believe it, the buzzing stopped, I know its bizarre”
So these days I’ll choose a hotel, that’s easy to find and what's more
I take out the batteries from every device and lay the case on the floor
My days were numbered from the very start
I fought for every breath due to my heart
My PDA closing I started to gasp
Just trying to breathe became such a task
The medicines they worked for a couple of days
But my heart still beating like I was running a race
It was beating so fast it was wearing me out
My heart was failing there was not doubt
My parents were worried, distressed, and confused
The tears now flowing due to the news
Tomorrows the day I go under the knife
I’m not even two weeks and fighting for my life
My lactic’s were climbing and my function so poor
I had not the energy to play on the floor
I’m feeling so weak I just want to sleep
Something my mom is watching is starting to beep
I can hear them talking but just don’t understand
I am still comforted by the warmth of her hand
The tone in her voice as she started to speak
Something about Jesus and my soul to keep
I have my eyes closed but I still see a light
I’m am very little but I know something’s not right
I hear my mom cry as I took my last breath
But I am to young fear this thing they call death
The first thing I saw when I reached towards the glow
Was the figure of a man that for some reason, I know
He wrapped me in his arms and I felt so safe
I reached up to him and I touched his warm face
He spoke so softly and as not to startle me so
He told me he loved me and was letting me go
He told me a story of my life yet to come
That one day my living would be witness to some
I don’t know why and I still can’t explain
But I opened my eyes when I felt a sharp pain
I took a deep breath and I started to cry
I looked up to see mom with a tear in her eye
Still hooked to wires and lying in bed
For some reason I’m stronger and wanting to be fed
My parents don’t know it but I saw God that day
He gave me more time to frolic and play
God has his reasons that some live and some die
What some parents have to endure leaves a question. Why?
I know it’s not fair but I don’t question the choice
I am a witness for him and I still have a voice
My heart isn’t normal but it’s perfect you see
Because without it there’s no story, no poem about me
I’m one of Gods miracles a testament to his grace
I was only a week old but I got to touch Jesus face
As my son lie dying in the hospital i wrote this
11/6/22
Still I struggle to find the words
As I fight the urge
I'll either go under a tidal surge
Or make it out in the end I might emerge
Everyday, I've been getting carried away
Just putting myself closer to the stairway
Still they judge how dare they
Whatever happened to the concept of fairplay?
Down a path full of oak leaves
It's unclear where this road leads
Since it's still hidden behind a smokescreen
For my own needs
Always I go to the extreme
Still trying to be recruited by both teams
To it all I don't agree
I'm just trying to keep my nose clean
Continually I dig myself into a hole
And lose control
Slipping through the palm of my hand
It's all bad
Something people laugh at or call sad
Getting paid to clean up dog s***
It's no plot twist
Very little I've accomplished
This world's cold, I'm frostbit
Always I got lit
Putting something in my body that's toxic
The drink and drugs constant
I struggle to stop it
The problems could not fix
In the heart feels like I got shot with
Another bullet where it lodged and sits
I know that
Life can come with blowback
Due to our own acts
Can't just solve it with a glass of Cognac
Been years since I kissed or cried
No different this time
Look me in the eye
I admit I
Always get high
From the truth I'm not one bit shy
Does no good to just sit by
At that rate you will be quick to fry
Especially if you always let s*** fly
These are rules to live by
Far from coy or slick
With others people still toy with
I apologize If I have been a disappointment
Living life like it's just for enjoyment
Often I exploited
Instead of it being avoided
That was destroyed quick
By one button on a joystick
Continually the cash reeled in and coins flipped
Yet I was the downfall but no fingers need to be pointed
I just can't settle now
Continually with my mom I let her down
I struggle yet still mess around
It all makes me less than proud
All these devils and clowns
Across uneven surfaces far from ever being level ground
It started with several hounds
Now it's hundreds, you'd think with animals I've made a special vow
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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
in our backyard to celebrate the arrival of spring;
it was quite wonderful and fantastic,
a delightful memory to remember . . .
it consisted of a tall pole and rolls and rolls of ribbons,
all in different pastel hues of pink, yellow, green and blue;
the pole itself covered with greenery and flowers,
my parents worked on it for days and days . . .
we children came up with costumes,
some so weird and humorous that we all laughed at each other;
father played music on an old record player and mother sang,
in a high pitched voice and clapped her hands to the beat . . .
and us, the children skipped around the pole,
sometimes waltzing, sometimes doing a jig of sorts;
each holding a ribbon while chanting,
"go over it, go under it, go over it go under it . . . "
and all the time trying not to get tangled up in the ribbons,
or knocking into each other;
making us laugh out loudly,
now the laughter has faded but that memory will linger forever;
and to me all those different coloured ribbons,
represent,
family, friends, happiness and childhood abandon . . .
and each of these I hold tightly in my soul,
for my entire life, I will never forget the magic of childhood;
the love that embraced me and the happiness,
found under a maypole that spring day . . .
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January 25, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Life Is Like A Maypole
Copyright Protected, ID 01-635-818-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier the contest, Life Is Like A Maypole,
sponsor Serene Roberts, Judged 02/2015
First Place
It was two days before Christmas
Joe feared for his life
He had clearly forgotten
A gift for his wife
He sat on his bar stool
An ache in his heart
As he pondered his route
To the nearest Wal-Mart
He waved to his cronies
As he finished his beer
Wishing them riches
And holiday cheer
The snow had been swirling
And covered his car
For all of two hours
He had sat in the bar
Perhaps, yes perhaps
He could re paint the hall
Put up new drapes
And plaster the wall
Hubby was fretting
As he sat at the light
Would he please the old bat
By the end of the night?
He stepped on the gas
And plowed through the snow
Giving the finger to drivers too slow
At 6:21 he stopped at the mall
Jumped out of his car
And entered the "Wal"
Joe had a brain wave
As he pushed through the crowd
"I know what to buy her!"
He shouted out loud
"She doesn't need an ipod
New shoes or a mink
A plasma tv
Or a new kitchen sink"
She doesn't need diamonds
Or a portable phone
A fancey new blender
Boy, would she moan!"
Turning around
Joe raced for the door
Flew to his car
Pushed his foot to the floor
He knew that his wife
Just hated her chest
And thought right away
What gift would be best
A couple of implants
Would be the choice thing
A size 44 would
Make her heart sing
He stopped at a phone box
and flipped through the book
Searched for a doctor
To give her that look
He dialed Docs Bergen,
Cully and Lear
Who gave him an appointment
For the first of the year
With a grin on his face
He made for his house
Hoping his wife
Wouldn't call him a louse
He imagined her glee
When he broke the surprise
And thought of the wonderful
Glint in her eyes
A new set of boobs
In a size 44D
He chuckled and rang
His hands in such glee
So Christmas did come
And Joe broke his news
His wife glared at him
Saying "do I look like a flooze?"
So after some coaxing
And unneeded strife
Old Lizzy aagreed to
Go under the knife
So all was resolved
And due to Joe's knack
They eagerly awaited
Lizzy's new rack
Biden ...et al put him in the bullseye
but it didn't go quite as planned.
The old donkey has finally been laid to rest.
The Hyenas are cackling and seeing red.
It seems dementia is contagious after all.
Folks, this is all about the hobbling of America
"Fundamentally Transforming" her
into something less than what God planned...
but it is for all to see in the good book
if any dare to take a glance.
The gnawers are gnawing at the backbone of the middle class
replacing ten commandments with the devil's breath.
Opening borders (in the name of humanitarianism)
is really about giving away freebies in return
for flooding the ballot boxes in generations to come.
It worked with the black folks why couldn't it work with the brown folks.
L.B.J stated his true intentions (after signing the civil rights act)
by stating, "we've got the N****** vote for the next four hundred years".
We've lowered academic standards in the name of equality.
Before you go under, ask your anesthesiologist- your surgeon- your nurse
if they were a byproduct of (no child left behind) or were they an A student. Your life may depend upon it.
Folks, it's all about the globalist
-greenies and elitist making us dependent
upon those who are jealous of our success and hate us for it.
They wish for our complete destruction
nothing more nothing less.
It's about population control...
Bill Gates once openly contemplated
about the possibility of controlling population through vaccine...
remember covid 19?
Margarette Sangar (planned parenthood) and Gate's daddy were heavy into eugenics just like the Nazis.
Sangar opened the first centers in black neighborhoods to control population growth. It was never really about reproductive rights.
Our caretakers (both asses and elephants)
Have sold swaths of farmland to communist China.
Whose palm will your children be feeding from (oink oink).
I'm afraid our caretakers have become our undertakers.
Our founding fathers are boiling in their graves.
Time is something no one individual can control
One day you wake up one morning with a great goal
Then the next minute you find yourself in a hole
A great story sometimes has a dark end
Only in fairy tales you see that happy forever trend
No matter how long and clear a relationship may last
It can still wind up in the corner with stained glass
Month one
We are feeling how each other operate
Staying up past sunset just so I can say I heard your voice real late
The path is not crooked I must say it’s pretty straight
Looking for the flaws in you I sit in a corner and wait
Not finding any in you must be a good trait
A relationship so great most can’t even relate
Knowing this is early on all but is this destiny or fate
Month two
A rock was thrown at us up clear and out the blue
Who were they trying to hit
Was it me or was it you
Someone does not approve and thinks our relationship needs to go under review
Who are we kidding we are so blinded by our feelings we can’t even see through
So forget who threw the rock we are stuck together like a tattoo
Month three
Oh damn we are falling apart how could this be
We have only been together up till month three
Breaking up with you is something I can’t agree
Maybe it is that time to set the one we love free
But setting you free means I got to let you fly with all that debris
People are low down dirty snakes and that’s something I can foresee
But you and I can no longer be together which is something I must disagree
So much for that story booking ending we thought we were going to have
The feelings I have for you still last
We might be looking through some new glass
But at the end of the day you’re still the last on my brain
We no longer need to pop the bottle of champagne
Because we lost our tickets and missed the train
Just because our relationship may have been flushed down the drain
My feeling for you is like the dirt you can’t see and they still remain
© Jeremy Fennell
Ice box in my chest, hasn't thawed out yet, last summer-
I waited for the waves of you to crash,
Go under- I assumed Id drown so fast I'm sinking now and your in the past
Now winter youve entered and so fasinating as you've rendered list so captivating
And I don't trust
Attraction much but you seem so summertime serene and yet i freeze at just the thought of u I get
Over maintenance stabization mode an ode to let's go back and track
Marks of your death reminders that
Winter owes me frozen convos woken dreams relapse
The snowflakes soon will hurt all of me I can't be
In love with my serenity while cheating with impulsivity
Regret this
Winter solstice change into the sun and warm me up some getting hotter
Just to be icy hot there's levels to
The have you have not tempted flowers stop
Once rented growth in flower pots they owned theyve overgrown and no one knows if they could bloom where planted since they froze
A petal tried to call and rest or let's say hide hybernate is best
When live or does the scarlet letter chests
Wonder how to know no yes
I can tell you nothing and say this
Summertime has had it's bliss and we can hustle it's just what we know risk everything to reap what's sown
The streets get cold in summers heat whereive resides in the concrete
Your feet tip toes to go across and sleet defeats heartbreak for just a nights heartache and such zero goes and u won't take
A note for Valentine's bday that's February 14th 8th aquarius now married
To pain and much hypocrisy once honest becomes liars we
Live in n December whenever we mark the calendar and see
We left home in the summers heat so freezing cold we couldn't see
The time we took to fall in love, devoured us completely by just month 3
And our anniversary is the
Blizzard that is 6 feet high love you till death does us part we due inside the eye of the tigers winter storm
Where your arms would freeze so frozen warm that I burned in misery
While visiting India, I saw this poem contest,
I was glad, I found myself in the situation best,
Hurried, I went to a remote village,
Folks told me to go under the old Oak tree to see the sage.
Amidst the wilderness, where shadows dance,
I found the creature, in a mystic trance.
Its scales adorned with shades of jade,
A silent wisdom, its presence conveyed.
"O serpent of secrets, of ancient lore,
Share with me your wisdom,
I am going to take a video of our talk,
So that people don't think it is a fake",
The snake stirred, its slithering form,
And from its lips, a voice did swarm,
"I am glad you are here filming our views,
I would love to see it on YouTube and WhatsApp video reviews".
I asked him "sir what do you think of us human?,
Do we coexist with your den",
The snake recoiled, a shrill voice came from forked tongue gland,
"We were here before you came, this land is my land, this land is your land".
My curiosity arose, "sir, how do you dance with snake charmer's flute sound?,
I hope I am right you cannot hear any musical sound",
Snake coiled up and said modestly, “do you really need music to dance,
Like the shapely flute leading me, you need a shapely beauty to lead you to dance",
With patient grace, the serpent began,
To weave a tapestry, both old and grand.
It spoke of cycles, of life and death,
Of shedding skin, to embrace new breath.
"Behold, the lessons etched in my scales,
To shed the past, where darkness prevails.
Embrace the cycles, the ebb and flow,
For growth lies hidden, in the depths below."
"O seeker of knowledge, I bid you heed,
The power lies within, sow your own seed.
Seek not validation, from the external gaze,
Your worth, your purpose, within you lays."
With gratitude and awe, I bowed my head,
For the wisdom shared, my soul had fed.
And as I departed, my heart ablaze,
I carried the snake's gift, through life's maze.
I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself known ... my porcelain perfection
Shone in the sun, and I was freed from Terra's grasp ...
Across a great sea I was rocked, carried in care
To finally, joyfully, go under The Master's hand.
I slowly, agonizingly, emerged from the cloud-white slab, pure ...
Brought forth into all glory and consummation!
Stone saw, chisel, rasp, cloth, and paper ... I stretched my limbs, reached my
Fingers and toes to the ether ... arched my back in a repose of death,
Laid upon an altar of mocked coral, draped only in my net -
The Pearl Diver's repository of all things glistening and wondrous!
Oh, what exquisite orbs, those that grace the net's seam!
White, pink, and black opaline gems - iridescent ocean treasures!
Miraculous drops of milky, nacreous moonlight, hidden in Neptune's gullet,
Awaiting their emancipation ... finally freed at the edge of the diver's blade!
But that, for me, is yet a dream ... I am but stone, after all ...
Be content, instead, to gaze upon my keen beauty,
I, the polished progeny of a sculptor's acumen,
I, the refined, glorious bloom of stone,
I, the ivory issue of marble elegance,
I, the bairn of a master ...
The Dead Pearl Diver.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the " ... And Now For Something Completely Different" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice Q, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( This is about the sculpture "The Dead Pearl Diver" by Benjamin Paul Akers 1858, currently on display at The Portland Museum of Fine Art in Portland, ME ... this was a personal favorite of Nathaniel Hawthorne, and he wrote about it more than once. This is an incredible sculpture, especially in person )