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I am slipping into a dream
and floating away
for dreams are guests who come unbidden
and I hear a throbbing beat
and see deep blue ocean waves
and I am rolling, rolling with the current
till I reach a rocky shore
and the mist is swelling around me
and I am swaying to nature's music
the waves crashing again
again on the mossy rocks
and seagulls wail like trumpets
as my filmy dress billows
untamed
and I am spinning, twirling
arms outstretched
my hair flowing, flowing
soft as a spiderweb
then I am flying with the birds
drifting and gliding
and the mist swirls and swirls
it smells of the deep ocean
oh, I am detached from all reality
and love it
I never want to leave this illusion
but my dream is fading, fading
with only a fine thread lingering
and brushstrokes of color
streak the dusty sky of morning ...
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July 13, 2021 Edit and Reprint
Poetry/Free Verse/slipping into a dream
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1371-870-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, A Brian Strand July 14
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/15/2021
First Place
Today, they’ll fire up the grill
For burgers, hot dogs, ribs
And hungry guests will gather ‘round
To point and claim first dibs.
I will not be among them,
Though I’ll not be too forlorn;
My husband mashed potatoes
And made chicken and some corn.
At night there will be fireworks
But we will not attend.
We’ll watch a Netflix series
Where we’re almost at the end.
We might hear firecrackers boom
When we are close to sleep.
I’ll think of Independence Day
And hope we’ll somehow keep
The promises the founding fathers
Set in ink back then,
But fear those words will not be honored,
In our lives, again.
It was the peak of summer
In St. Mary Mead.
Miss Marple and friend
Had many to feed.
They hired a Butler
To meet their need.
"We must have wine at the party!"
They both agreed.
But like any sleuth,
Miss Marple's eyes
And ears were sharpened.
They became mini spies.
Seemingly scatty
In her old lady guise.
Would hints be dropped?
Or would the guests be wise?
Four mere days prior
An innocent dropped dead.
For out of the blue,
A bullet whizzed through their head!
This was not the topic
Conversed. But instead,
The guests talked trivia.
Pets, careers, kids, bed!
But Marple is not one
Who is easily deceived.
She was more with it
Than people believed.
Dotting I's, crossing T's
She at once perceived.
She shrugged, smiled sweetly
Content and relieved.
"Why should this man be
Brought to my attention?
Why hire him?"
She held the suspension...
All felt the heat
Of the rising tension.
"All is now clear. Though
It was not your intention."
Her eyes swept the room
And stopped, meeting his.
Could it really be him?
What's the meaning of this?
All were astonished.
Dumbfounded. Speechless.
Suspicion fell on the Butler!
Was it him? No or Yes?
Written on July 15th 2022
For the "One In Five 2" contest
Phrase 2 (Suspicion fell on the Butler)
Sponsor: Joseph May
Brightening the manger scene is the awesome Christmas story…
Midst technology-apps, it is illumined with varied light’s iridescence
Enlivening the glorious, blissful and jovial prevalence
Of God’s love reaching down to humanity with great victory.
Quickening to life the nativity characters is computer-driven wisdom…
Animated Joseph and Mary converse with guests along peace tidings
The baby smiles, assuring Emmanuel’s presence and blessings
Banishing gloom, welcoming everyone to His heavenly kingdom.
With social media’s time machine, I visit the manger with grateful jubilation
As shepherds express hope midst global problems and crises
Devoid of materialistic greed against reality’s pretenses
Presenting their commitment to spread the good news for mankind’s salvation.
Along modern animation, the angels' praise-songs reverberate sweetly
Their "Hosannas and Hallelujas" echo with their worship
While the sheep, lambs and donkeys agree in grateful partnership
Urging guests to join with their "O come all ye, faithful" rendition triumphantly.
For its spiritual impact, the manger scene’s influence is immortal
Beyond faith’s machination, it endures forever
Declaring God as the Supreme grace-Giver and sin-Forgiver
Inviting us to trust Him and share His gift of life eternal.*
*Romans 6:23 ... The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
November 23, 2018
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - December, 2019- I Want Christmas Poems" Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 12/13/2019.
Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization, holding high
Dimly lit guests, snow troopers, and a piano key
Playing a dismal dirge, an internal funeral melody.
Insightful memories on the dark side warn us
Anger and passion, the cusp of nuclear dourness
Letters written in sepia script, a child's scare
In this circumstance, an illustration of despair
A startled, hoary invoice manifests in the mail.
Chaste in Gulag, cognizant of the time roll on stale
Shattering and breaking through the glass box.
The axe grooves on raw wood and blocks.
A misheard song, carefully shattering a splash.
The spear is reflected in the water by a slash.
Hope mirrors shake fate spears to consume.
A rare bedazzlement, a reflection of optimism.
Swords of inertia rattle, eager for consumerism.
But I drudge, unfazed, in this dream, I resume
Where the power of a single act of kindness
Can shatter darkness and bestow brightness.
I walk on, carrying the weight of the past.
But never forget that it won't last.
In this dream, I find solace and peace.
In the midst of chaos, pain, and cease
The blue sky is melting into green.
A symbol of hope, of a raw scene.
She hadn't received a violet grape purple envelope,
As the invited guests had done. It was more than she could hope.
Each guest had known for ages to expect the guilt edge invitation.
The bedraggled woman knew this wedding was way above her station.
She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom.
A hush was heard as the organ played in the room.
How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls,
The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls.
The crowd were obviously all well to do,
Men in Versace suits, women clad in Chanel and Dior too.
She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true.
She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”.
Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street.
It was time for the haggard woman to make a hasty retreat.
He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow.
She would never be recognized the way she looked now.
It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear.
Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.
The thirty first of October is Halloween
‘Spooky Joes ‘party will be the best you’ve seen
He drew up a list of who to invite
It was going to be one scary night.
Dracula, Mummy and Frankenstein
With big black dogs that bark and whine
Werewolves and Ghouls are coming too
To ‘Spooky Joes ‘Halloween do.
Terrifying pumpkins with candlelight
Guaranteed to give you a fright
Green slime and cobwebs adorn his door
With spiders crawling all over the floor.
With the north wind blowing and a moon so bright
Conditions were perfect for the night
Trick or treat kids up and down the streets
Asking for money or a bag of sweets.
‘Spooky Joe’s party was now in full swing
The blood was flowing and so was the gin
A surprise was planned for later that night
Guaranteed to give his guests a fright.
The coach and horses from the other side
Would arrive at midnight to give his guests a ride
Where it would take them no one can tell
It could be paradise or the fires of hell.
Written 13 March 2018
In his private parlor the king of Moab rests,
Having just retired from his more spacious quarters,
Where King Eglon had received the Israelite guests,
Bearing tribute, not a gift, but by the king’s orders.
Israel’s cries to God, about their being bereft,
Brought about the sending of a rescuer from the Lord.
Ehud, a man ambidexterous and lethal with his left,
Wore on his right thigh a cubit-length sword.
Ehud is sent by God to ease Israel’s suffering,
And is quickly added with those bearing the treasure.
He conceals his double-edged sword with a covering
And, pretending to have an errand, asks the King’s pleasure.
Eglon, a king who rules with an iron rod,
Believes Ehud’s pretense of a secret task--
A special message he says is from God—
And sees Ehud in his parlor as he asks.
Eglon the king rises from his lounging,
As Ehud announces what his visit is about.
With sword in hand, Ehud is suddenly bounding
And stabbing the king until his entrails fall out.
Ehud dashes out on the porch, locking doors in back.
He dashes by idols and monuments of stone and iron,
And flees toward Mount Ephraim, following the track,
Where timely he lifts and blows the trumpet of Zion.
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and she is my wound's suture
When I encounter persistent failures,
and when my heart mourns like a wailer,
I lean on the shoulders of the nature
and she is my only saviour
Yeah, I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it
Whenever I feel depressed
and when my muse is messed up
She sends butterflies and birds as guests
and makes me embrace the zest
Even a small insect turns my sobering mind
into the happiest one and the cool wind
untangles my mind's twisty knots and
removes hatred from my heart without my consent
However I know our mother nature is so kind
And so I am a nature addict
But I see people laugh at it
When a single wild flower grins,
and when the dawn chorus of birds begin
some esoteric sense of happiness comes within,
I am addicted, is that a sin?
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it,
But I am proud of it
fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch,
hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers,
starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums,
monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons,
skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans,
Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons,
chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon.
Can you guess what I am doing or where I am?
I am glancing around at my paintings in the guest room.
castle, queen, coffee cup, flying pigs, pirate queen, spider,
warrior woman, aliens, upside down girl, bumble bees.
Most of my guests are too fascinated to go to sleep quickly.
These walls are saturated with my paintings. I truly must
admit I am a little fascinated myself. When I am done, I
am done. I hope I am not completely done, but I might be.