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It was supposed to be
A simple snowshoe expedition
Nothing glamorous or too exciting
But the day started out magnificent
Gloriously sunny and mild
Ideal for newbies and amateurs
It felt like a girl guide outing
Average age was ten
The trail was awesome
Breathtaking on either side
Snow covered bushes as far as you could see
Glistening sprinkling of fairy dust
And here we were single file
A line up of colored tuques and snowsuits
Getting acquainted with our snowshoes
Making our imprints with every step
What a surprise awaiting around the corner
A huge bonfire
Who would have guessed
Roasting wieners on a branch
Best lunch we ever had
A most magical marvelous memory
When all was done and said
Nothing left but light fluffy snowflakes
Caressing the last few remaining embers
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Dear Time,
I can’t tell if you’re my enemy or my best friend. It never occurred to me till now that children have no problem with you. You never hear a child complain that there’s not enough time. So obviously, it’s the Adult in me that has all the issues.
I’m not sure where the idea came from that 24 hours was not enough for me and I had the right to be unhappy about it. I’ve made various attempts to set goals, prioritize, track. I was always so much better with the ToDo part, but not so good with celebrating my accomplishments or even taking stock of them. There’s never been a happy marriage between me and you. It was one-sided and all about work work work. There was never enough play.
I need to finally make peace with you. I can’t go through the rest of my life angry at you or continuing to feel inadequate.
These last couple of days I’ve been thinking about my Legacy. That’s obviously a lifetime project with building blocks. So I’d like to be friends and work with you as a team.
Maybe I can just start each morning by saying that, if all goes well, I have 24 hours just like everyone else. What do I want to accomplish in those hours and what can wait until tomorrow, God willing.
I’m really glad we had this talk.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
When a woman is just a woman
She is heaven and earth when she is in love
She is the essence of her man’s world
It’s the spirit of fire in her eye
Swing of her hips
Joy when she walks
With romantic candlelight dinners
Music and soaking in bubbles
With passion
Her soft skin and the sweet taste of champagne
She’ll make love tenderly to last and last
Her sensual kisses and caresses
Awakens captivating emotions
She'll give you everything she's got
Just to make you smile
She’s the lullaby and a hero
Of her children’s hearts
Skinned knees or
Nights full of nightmares
A mother’s soft, soothing
Caress and kiss
Makes it fade away
She'll show she is not afraid
A survivor of her own kind
By: 6/1/2015
Battle of the Honorable Mentions - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
That amphibian skinned day
in time will soften to cotton
perhaps even a strand of silk
with love forever entwined.
The heart pond filled with nibbling ghouls.
In time will turn to whispers of silky soothe.
Dear just hold on for another moment.
Nothing can soil a heart forever.
Not even a cluster of thunder or village fool.
That angel mind, pecked by crimson crows.
Cawing that same worn song.
"Where did it all go...go...go......go"
Just hold on for yet another moment.
All the haunt and hurt will turn to blue bird mist.
Chirping "it never left you dear one.
It was there all along".
You never were really left alone".
Those horrible things coming from the mouth of fear
in time will turn to flowers on golden glade...
the honorable seed takes time to blossom
and never chain stem and petal
to the burning vase of mundane
That off taste in the goblet
will turn to something needed.
Something far beyond sweetened
Just hold onto the chain of hopeful moments
for infinity if need be.
it was a mid december night
in the wee hours of dark
the house was dead quiet
with the flick of a switch
the christmas tree shone bright
in all its splendor
that’s when Mooney
paraded with her awkward gait
showing signs of a long life
graceful days long behind her
hurting from something
maybe nothing more than age
i couldn’t sleep
so i sat up by the tree
and called the cat to my lap
she came in total surrender
this would surely be
her very last christmas
we sat there she and i
peacefully sympatico
both knowing the end was near
precious moments such as these
may be few and far between
the late night snowfall
made the scene surreal
this is what heaven must be like
when souls meld without a word
Published in third PoetrySoup anthology 2025
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ December 8, 2021 'POETRY SOUP ZOOM EDITION'
AP: 1st place 2025, 1st place 2025, 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2021, 2nd place 2021, 2nd place 2020, 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 13, 2023 for contest BELOVED PETS sponsored by BJ LEGROS - RANKED 1ST
Twirling in a sea of polka dots
Blinded by a million zillion watts
He sees before him blinking spots
And there a field of forget-me-nots
A parading unicorn proudly trots
Leading a caravan of baby ocelots
Prancing through a hundred jolly tots
While exploding fireworks burst in shots
The evil queen she rots she squats
As her malefic revenge she plots
While he leisurely plays casino slots
His stomach churns all in knots
You see he has for you the hots
He’ll go he has his choice of yachts
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 8, 2019 for contest POLKA DOTS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 2ND
Everything seems
So strange to me
This isn’t where I belong
I’m a stranger
On borrowed land
An outsider
In a silence that’s awkward
Heavy and bizarre
Unholy and surreal
An outcast
With empty birdfeeders
Swaying in the breeze
And flies circling
As if upon a cadaver
Time warped elapsing
In an ungodly fashion
I’m a foreigner
Unable to get away
Hardly far enough
My head swirling
From the stagnant air
I dream of closing my eyes
Letting images jumble my thoughts
Just as come over me
A medley of bloom perfumes
And a hummingbird fluttering
The size of a butterfly
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
My brain is wired a little different than most..
I have a condition that allows me to be free.
I can float around and see things like I'm a ghost..
It's a condition called Temporal Lobe Epilepsy.
The doctor's call my auras Psychic Seizures..
Because I have insight to things I shouldn't see.
I look just like you and have the same features..
But on knowing, most people get scared and flee.
If only they knew that I've had this from birth..
Though not diagnosed till the age of 27.
I was too scared of judgement of my worth..
I knew something wasn't right when I was 11.
But I kept it to myself out of fear..
I didn't understand what was happening to me.
I couldnt move or talk, with loud ringing in my ear..
I'd float around and my own body I could see.
So how do you tell someone your fears?
They are only going to think that your not all there.
That's why I kept it secret for all these year's..
Because people are ignorant and too afraid to care.
So when I tell you about my condition..
Don't treat me any different, I'm not a freak.
It's a gift with insight and intuition..
My brain just has a little extra tweak.
Submitted on January 3, 2020
To the "Strand Select 2 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Received Honorable Mention
I witnessed gang fights before
But not as violent as this to the core
Students from different public schools
Looking at them like mad men and fools
They carried guns, knives or even samurai
Ready to fight don’t care if they die
The rage they felt in their hearts
Are growing in their mind from the very start
They don’t care if people will get hurt
Poor parents thinking their sons are very smart
Go to school every day and study very hard
Just realized if they receive calls from the police
Their sons are in jail asking for a release
January 2013
Going home late afternoon while riding in a bus full of students that are so noisy, after 5 minutes they looked outside to see their enemy so they force themselves to go out and since I am near the door, I am so terrified for they show their weapons and run, after 2 mins I heard a gunshot..what do you think happen to them? some of the passengers inside the bus, just make faced or show no feeling at all. Even the bus driver..they just keep quite. What a terrible day. whew!!!
For Nathan's Contest
Honorable Mention
We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised
with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
Spirit, is a native man in a crisp white shirt, his head shaved
but for one braid with feathers, his blue leggings enthrall
me, intricate beaded moccasins are sublime, his leather
pouch and glass jewelry lovely, I think I love him.
Falcon, a beautiful man with raven hair falling down his back,
his feathers are fluttering in the wind, he has dangling earrings,
a red cape edged with gold threads, his beads are exquisite,
and he is telling me stories and smiling at me, I could love him.
And I am dipping my hair into the deep blue
in this dream _
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March 6, 2020
Poetry/Imagism/Dipping My Hair Into The Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1233-568-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Strand Choice C contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention