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No riches to be accumulated by me,
and no cathedrals to be built and penetrate
the vagrant clouds giving the resemblance
of a reachable Heaven so fuzzy,
because this mind is guided by faith...
and is not controlled by a limited furtherance!
I made big with God, not following the madness
which seeps into our imprudent soul,
and makes us see a false greatness...
forgetting that Man and God cannot be equal!
I've found no joy more thrilling and genuine
than that of our merciful and powerful God:
asking us to choose right and good,
and live without being inflicted by a single pain;
He opens our mind, fraught with danger, to awareness...
not to be obscured by a fiendish influence!
I made big with God, not being fanciful,
frivolous and inconsiderate of others;
offensive, hard-hearted and formidable ...
never incurring perils or losses!
No violent storm swept me aside,
no intruder attempted to cut short my invaluable life;
I was always shielded by a massive rock,
unable to pierce my body and cause me harm!
I made big with God, unaware that
He was always present in my thoughts
deeds and words...controlling every single emotion,
every small step down the path of redemption!
We stood in the dark
Not a word spoke between us two.
We hardly knew each other yet,
We saw each other whole hearted.
The stars began to light up.
The moon above our heads.
Our eyes half full.
Anticipation.
A civilization coming to life in the blink of an eye.
With millions of thoughts going on.
All that separates is the simplicity of hello.
The interior of our souls bright to see.
The clouds like weeds.
Once removed life begins anew.
Slowly descending the depth of truth.
The groping of eyes accented by arch.
Another world awaits the simplicity of hello.
To smile again and again just as the stars.
The spread of influence
Faith is a warm, hooded coat whose
Furry softness provides a barrier
From the icy blasts of cold-hearted people
Who are jealous of the embrace a well-constructed winter garment provides for its wearer, me.
Love bids me open my coat and offer it
To the filthy stranger with an empty bottle of booze
And a tattoo of a pentagram, with a skull inside.
So I hand him the coat and say, "From Jesus because He loves you."
Truth provides me another coat, and one to spare
Because giving away our faith is the best way to multiply it.
And I look for more truth, and see Jesus across the crowd.
He is giving His coat to a man who tightly clings to the hand of another man.
Christianity bids me to give my extra coat
To the boyfriend of the man who just received his.
My call, my mission, to be like Christ, and
I share my coat, my faith, with anyone left out in the cold by The Religious. I cannot pick and choose.
Sin is a reality I live with. I see it everyday.
In my mirror. It is everywhere. And it sickens me.
Yet still I sin and sin again, ashamed of my inability to live a standard
Worthy of the Son of God who knows my name.
Grace is the tiny sip of water you take when you have been in the desert too long.
Slowly you trust that it is no mirage, and you drink from the well
Feeling yourself replenished, rehydrated, reborn.
Everything that was awful in the place you were before is better, washed away by the purity of the water offered freely.
Freedom is knowing that your job is not to identify the wanderers in the desert
But to introduce everyone to the well.
Offer them that free sip that will change their lives as it did yours,
Knowing that you are in no way better than any of these seekers except that you, by some miracle, are allowed to sip from the cup of grace everyday.
Hope paints in my heart a picture of warmth,
Sunlight, people, everyone wearing their faith, knowing the truth, and loving Christ.
Hate is the cold wind, the whispered rumor, the whitewashed judgment that has no place here.
This is a place where we walk not only like, but with Jesus.
Regret is waking to find that you are no longer where you were before.
This new place is hot, not like a sauna, but like the sun itself.
It is dark, and you feel no welcome, no recognition, no love.
You want to speak to the man in charge, but know it's too late.
You have that face
That look
Is there something you want to tell me?
I know when you are pretending
I know when your smile doesn't meet your eyes
Maybe no one else will suspect a thing
You always have the right thing to say
But there is an underlying current
I can feel it
There is just something about a sad heart beating!
Really
I can take it
Is there something you want to tell me?
Just say it, don't worry about me breaking
I feel the shift
I am sure I am not mistaken
You are not living anymore
I see you skillfully going through the motions
Disguising your sad with perfect clothes
Holding onto small insignificant meanings
Not like when your laughter was better than breathing
I don't want you to be trapped by my forever
Is there something you want to tell me?
Is there someone whom you feel fully completes you?
Does he understand you the way that I used to?
I can't shake it
This underlying feeling
That you are just here and going through the motions
Unwilling to share your true emotions
I remember
I was there
When you were fully you
Not half hearted and melancholy blue
You moved with a perfect kinda easy grace
That happy seems to have vanished without a trace
Damn girl, you were so amazing
I miss how we occupied our own special space
Please, yes it is really okay
I need to hear what you have to say
Is there something you want to tell me?
Written June 29, 2015.
By: Richard Lamoureux
Mostly free verse but morphing to rhymes.
For Judy Konos's contest.
Fictional write with just a bit of truth from long ago.
My eyes fall on my dusty box of memories
it holds the eternal offerings from my heart
shared with broken-hearted lovers
these fragments of time
like fossils from another age
are taken from this box
to reveal themselves like stars
hidden behind yesterday's passing skies
where wishes left to silent flight
stargazing through changing times
still, haunt
when plucked roses fell to earth
and parting sadness was a companion
with each picture seen
my heart pauses to remember
the last moment of tenderness
the last moment of heartache
that cry watercolored tears falling endlessly
into my box
where my memories are kept
a reminder of another world
when life and love were young and vibrant
and passion was a fruit
to create memories with
I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.
January 30 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 36-38
Key Verse – Exodus 36:1 Then wrought Bezaleel and Aholiab, and every wise hearted man, in whom the LORD put wisdom and understanding to know how to work all manner of work for the service of the sanctuary, according to all that the LORD had commanded.
HEART THAT GETS WISDOM FROM THE LORD
We praise God for His wisdom with His zeal
That separates our heart from sins’ ordeal
Truly strengthening us by His holiness-seal
Thus, consecrating us to stay in His will against world’s appeal.
We praise God for His wisdom with His graciousness
That pardons our heart by His cleansing forgiveness
Truly purging us from worldliness’ filthiness
Thus, sanctifying us toward His righteousness.
We praise God for His wisdom with His security
That protects our heart from destruction-caused iniquity
Truly admonishing us against complaining and feeling haughty
Thus, humbling us down to follow His authority.
We praise God for His wisdom with His with His glad countenance
That radiates to our heart His light’s sustenance
Truly guarding us from evil resistance
Thus, assuring us His joy brought by sincere repentance.
We praise God for His wisdom with His upliftment
That upholds our heart toward ministry-involvement
Truly enclosing us along His exhortation and encouragement
Thus, drawing us near His heart’s endearment.
We praise God for His wisdom with His peace
That brings to our heart His tranquility’s rest far from worry’s crease
Truly refreshing us through loving kindness that does not cease
Thus, allowing us to bask in His serenity’s sweet release.
We praise God for His wisdom with His fellowship
That ensures our heart His offered eternal salvation-relationship
Truly securing us along faithful stewardship
Thus, inspiring us to serve Him by His partnership.
January 30, 2026
There are so many kinds of love in life,
love of mom and dad;
their deaths leave me sad,
sometimes, this life is like a sharpened knife.
There is love of pets,
love with no regrets;
and we know that such great love bring us great grief,
for love's brother- death comes a cold-hearted thief.
Love is a treasured thing !
There is the love of grandparents so nice,
I loved their small farm;
it had such sweet charm,
now, my grandma and grandpa rest in peace.
I loved my 'true' love,
he left like a dove;
then, the love of my baby boy filled my heart,
this love God wanted- so he had to depart.
Love is a treasured thing !
There is the special love of loyal friends,
sharing hopes and dreams;
and walks along streams,
my love for my faithful friends never ends.
Love nature always,
at scenes I just gaze;
I love all the birds and creatures on this earth,
and I have since a child- each creature has worth.
Love is a treasured thing !
And to memories cling !
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April 11, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Garinage/Love Is a Treasured Thing
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-142-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Theme Chosen - #15 Love
Written for the Standard contest, U Choose
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 05/03/2022
Fifth Place
I’m honestly done with this horrible, angsty doubt inside
I slept in for too long that I’m sick of having it with myself, simply hiding
I’m genuinely gone glistening like the sun that has surely died
I crept in my bed silently…I failed you greatly and my hope is subsiding
Give mercy a chance
To heal you from your triggering trance
Give mercy a chance
I take you on a life’s wondrous dance
Give mercy a chance
To give you merriment from on high happily
Give mercy a chance
To live inside you to make you bloom bravely
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance…
To heal your broken soul
To make you so beautiful
To steal away the pain, to shove it down the drain
To break away the bewilderment from your brain
Just have mercy…on my heart
I’m arrogantly wrecked me up and worn me out like a strong punching bag
I am down and under in the waters of wistfulness and I am close to dying
I’m robustly trying to listen to your reason behind getting stomped on like a rag
I am drowning in crooked lullabies and I am in need of the rope of hope, crying
Give mercy a chance
To heal you from your triggering trance
Give mercy a chance
I take you on a life’s wondrous dance
Give mercy a chance
To give you merriment from on high happily
Give mercy a chance
To live inside you to make you bloom bravely
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance
Give mercy a chance…
To heal your broken soul
To make you so beautiful
To steal away the pain, to shove it down the drain
To break away the bewilderment from your brain
Just have mercy…on my soul
Give me a reason
To believe in your fickle ways
Give me a season
To blossom in these gray days
Give mercy a try
And, soon, you’ll fly
Now, I’m bound in this ribcage of envious rage
Somehow, I’m found — chainless in pride and happiness in stride
Triggering circumstances on this life’s page
Face the music within…I don’t want to hide what’s really inside
Especially when you’re not by my side
Crucified in loneliness
While you live in loveliness
Give mercy a try, cold-hearted love of mine
There, you’ll find that my wings are made of divine shine
Just have mercy on all of me…
And my mind of misery…
That’s the kind I can’t stand
I wish you’d understand…
In Sicily’s cradle, so tender and small,
A newborn dwarf elephant—no larger than a doll.
Seventeen pounds of wonder, pure and bright,
Born full of wisdom, with gentle might.
Eyes deep as earth, a soul wrapped in green,
Feasting on leaves where innocence has been.
Clean-hearted vegan in a world grown wild,
A tiny giant with the heart of a child.
Oh, cuddly marvel that time let depart,
You dwell in our memories, whispered from heart to heart.
A love that once roamed where the past softly wept—
The cutest lost baby the Earth ever kept.
(The AI title was “Whispers of the Lost Tusker”)