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The ups and downs I have been feeling
Start to spin and send me reeling
Into a state of pure confusion
Is it real or dilusssion
How you color my world with
The passion of just one kiss
Or touch of your loving hand
My heart doesn't understand
How much this emotion means
Because all its ever seen
Is heartache from other which
Turned off my hearts brightness switch
By the cheating nasty lies
They came up with to disguise
Their unfaithful hurtful ways
Leaving me alone to pay
The costly price of these actions
My love life needed some traction
To get over all the bumps
And the lonely beating thumps
I heard each day from my heart
You were the one to restart
Engines inside me so I
Could give love another try
My life is now moving forward
You made me strong--not a coward
To proceed, learning to trust
No longer about to bust
From the pain I used to know
Many saddened years ago
The Love we share for one another
Can never be broken
We are bonded for Eternity
We are not only bonded
Through the eyes of God
We are bonded through love
We are bonded through marriage
We are bonded through our son also
We are bonded for Eternity
We may not show our love to the public eye
We may not show it to our families
But the love is there behind the mask
That we both carry
We are bonded for Eternity
We may say hurtful things to one another
We may do hurtful things to one another
But the love we share Can never be broken
We are and always will be
Bonded for all of Eternity
Form:
Tolerant coaxing aided my first hundred starts
to rescue you from your own negative dark.
I failed and failed while you grew more hurdles.
My sanity got trapped in sketchy drawn circles
where time left me helpless as you sharpened
more false things into outrageous doses of hurtful.
Came your broken wrist and me to care for you.
I brought hope for all we might joyously mend.
First eve, your dimples did not smile or reach your eyes.
Still, with hope, I hugged and kissed you good night.
Next morn, your bad mood launched commands,
demands, accusations and insinuations that
tugged my frustrations into poking my anger
and I zoom-zoomed beyond my hoped conversation.
I startled, then wondered who voiced such aggression
that ‘F you’ was spoken aloud to my elderly Mother.
It was me, no - I was surely possessed by someone foul
and vulgar …. or perhaps I was desperate to convey
all your bitterness insisted we senselessly suffer;
perhaps … I was desperately reaching out to my
treasured Mother, long loved, but now hidden …
and missed by all her children and grandchildren.
My overwhelmed-self spilled bluntness abruptly.
I ache over what I cannot forget whenever it hits me.
Since the time of my disrespectful utter,
God best soothes my Mom-pieces to someday still gently.
At your age, you change all facts around a bit
which eases me in living with how you live with it.
Every single plant and flower is my friend.
Many the forest path do I journey,
Breathing in the rich earth and clean air,
Reposing in a meadow green just listening,
Amongst the dancing daisies just resting.
Could anything else be more peaceful and healing?
I think within the soil there must be magic.
Nothing is more precious than this place called Earth.
Gathering my recycling each week I do my measure!
Every tree lost is agonizing and hurtful to watch.
At my building a company is cutting down the maple trees,
Roaring they fall and I am left weeping.
The ravage of nature is so devastating to endure.
How can we, the visitors, stop the ruination of Earth?
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July 4, 2014
Poetry/Acrostic/Embracing Earth
Copyright Protected, ID 07-580-702-04
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 1 in 4,
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 07/2014
Third Place
He's happy in his chair
The window over there
Let's him see the blue of sky
Let's him see the green of field
The quiet in his mind
Let's him hear the birdsong live
He's happy in his chair
He doesn't see you standing there
He doesn't see into your eyes
He's in a place he calls 'crow flies'
Where every morning has soft blue skies
Every crow call soothes his mind
He's happy in his chair
He may spend hours looking at the air
He may follow clouds over the fields
To him what you are is not real
Don't try to apologise
You're not even in his cries
You don't exist in his broken mind
He's happy in his chair
He blocks out the pain of being there
He blocks out the reason why you broke his little mind
When you left him in a field, helpless, alone and in such need.
The baby cries they heard then found
A poor little wretch crying on the ground
The crows around who made unusual sounds
To catch the people walking by, they jumped up and down.
He's happy in his chair
He's happy you're not there
He can't understand why wild animals seemed to care that his mother was not there!
A little baby who's hurtful cries made the crows act to save his life!!
They found your boy looking up to the sky,
All cried out with staring eyes, dumb and mute for years - as cold as ice.
We stop his nightmares with recorded crow cries!
They found your note stating your reasons for why?
You gave birth to this innocent young life!
And yes, you've served your time!
Yes.....you've served your time?
And yes....you apologise but that don't heal his mind!
That don't stop his cries, the loneliness of his life
For that what remedies and reasons can you provide?
I'll stand in front of you
I'll not let you get through
I'll use force if you force me too
You will hear why.........
Reasons you ask, you cry?
The reasons why we all despise?
The fact that you're breathing shows us that God doesn't hear our cries
The reason why I could end your life ............................................................................................
.....................................................................?
You left him there to die.
I will call like the coyote in the night, so they hear me now.
My words are going to echo through their cave somehow.
I vow that my truth will be the last words spoken.
In this life I have spent mending what is broken.
I will stand by my calling and everything I believe.
Strong as the tallest mountain, for who they deceive.
I will be a better person each and every day.
To know their hatefulness did not lead me astray.
They move on like a train, discount me as a human being.
Their hurtful actions are conditioned in all that I am seeing.
The days of being their scapegoat no longer exist.
But, I stay ready for another day that may bring a new twist
With events they tend to bring about on their own.
I will still bloom from the precious seeds I have sown
In this garden of mine they have never seen or known.
Whatever it is they choose to do will not break me again.
A promise in this day for them from the writing of this pen.
Heidi Sands
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shine from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love.
Pilgrims
Oh, so many times, feeling like a pilgrim,
standing alongside life’s road – it’s rim
watching, observing, being a part of the folly
- that being in love, one would believe - jolly
could be the ways, the highways and byways,
bringing together two as one – for always
and in all ways – forever and a day
as they live, love, talk, work and play
throughout the hours of their life – together
meeting life’s ups, downs, challenges, stormy weather.
To do so, it takes the hearts of two - to be as one
to carry them above and beyond all that life has undone.
Life for them, separate, apart and it seems neither
can find a place to come together – be as one, either,
for the sake of love, friendship or any kind of relationship
where there might never be a hurtful, mean-spirited quip
that will disillusion, cause pain, knock one to the ground,
- that in the end, distances – turning everything around.
The Pilgrim, then must become a wayfarer upon this land,
knowing love, passion, desire, dreams have no place to stand
among all the helpless romantics, all the believers
who want not, to be in the arms of a deceiver
– even if they do not understand it is a game they play –
the deceivers who can make – for one who loves – a sad day.
The Pilgrim, then must – as a wayfarer – walk alone,
doing so, - with all his experiences, feelings – on his own,
chasing that illusive Dream, the Light, of his desire
while the Cold North Wind’s indifference extinguishes the fire
that burns so hot – so deep within his heart –
turning all he wanted to be, into dust, carried in a funeral cart
down life’s bumpy road – this weight, this heavy load.
Now all is, it seems, gone – love upon him never shone !
B. J. “A” 2
February 27th 2009
There's some buzzing in my ear
Sounds of loving tender flair
Whispering with low soft tones
Now I'm no longer alone
Your finesse and caring style
Is always putting a smile
In a heart that was so blue
When my luck led me to you
Finally released form a cell
Of uncertainty and hell
That was dragging me down fast
Drowning in a hurtful past
Then you pulled me up above
The waves of terror with a love
That rescued a lost soul and tried
Daily to keep me revived
My past has been put to death
With each new and careful breath
You softly kiss into me
The honest sincerity
Is a refreshing change than I
Used to know, I want to cry
Tears that show how much you've changed
My whole world, I can explain
The true and emotional way
I feel for you every day
As you take the time an not
Rush my fragile broken heart
Saying you will wait until
Every part of me is well
Trusting 100 percent
Thankful heaven finally sent
An angel patient and kind
A rarity that's hard to find
Daydreams and memories
Like skimming stones across a creek
Sometimes seeming
to skip on endlessly
Before finally going under
Just touching on moment after moment
of your existence
Before sinking into a particular memory
Other times just a few jumps
dipping into flashbacks
Here and there
Before disappearing underwater
Then there's the miss-throw
Plunging straight in
to a vivid moment of your life
That has touched you deeply
And....
like the stone
You sink...
The inevitable result
Every time
There is no other ending
You always end up in the water
Reliving a part of your day
Or a moment long past
Joyful memories
Hurtful memories
It makes no difference
You will always sink
It is the nature of the stone
It seems uncontrollable
Totally a wild beast
Random and unpredictable
But it doesn't have to be the end of the story
You can change it
Take control of the skipping
Choose the smoothest rock
learn to choose WHICH memories to drown in
Skip past the nightmares
Sink into the happy ones
learn how to hold your breath underwater
Find yourself a scuba diving set
For me, it's reading a good book and writing poetry
that supplies me with oxygen
Use when needed
And
you push on
Reaching for a time that made you happy
Or turned your heart into a pool of molten wax
A time that made you laugh
till tears ran down your cheeks
Had you flying through the air
Free as a bird
Or dancing on the clouds
crying from overwhelming gratitude
Everyone has some moment in their life
That they felt good about
As small as a smile from a stranger
At a time when you needed someone to notice you
Or as momentous as holding your first baby in your arms
Each time you
succeed in reaching the happy points
You become stronger
Happier within yourself
And you begin to create more heartfelt moments to remember
So you fall less and less into the bad daydreams
You just have to learn to breathe underwater
Strengthen your lungs
Exercise your throwing muscles
And become a brilliant stone skipper
Until
One day
You will skip right over to the other bank.