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“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.”Quote by _Oscar Wilde
Cometh Forgiveness Day
We arrive on earth innocent and pure
To arms of our parents feeling secure
For some that security disappears
When loving feelings are replaced by fear.
Most mothers are angels throughout their days
Showering their children with love always
Some moms have to put up and hush up too
That's what horrid controlling freaks can do.
When households are unbelievably strict
It is terrifying for to exist
Frightened to speak or to step out of line
Causing an explosion at anytime.
Life is what it is, some don’t have a choice
No one knows, therefore there is no advice
It holds one back, life is no fun for some
In family homes held beneath the thumb.
Never knowing what it is to fly free
Children who’re afraid to speak with free speech
No outings with friends, enjoying some fun
Trampled upon since their life had begun.
Yet out of the gloom some flourish and grow
Doing well at school surprisingly so
Learning how to love and to relish life
Determined are they to put their world right.
Say goodbye to sorrow, love wins o’er all
Yet often memories will be recalled
Though it can be arduous to forgive
Bury away pain in a soulful dig.
Shackles that chain the heart will fall away
The instant cometh one’s forgiveness day.
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31st May 2023
Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Hush, can you hear?
So soft and yet so clear,
are the whispers of the forest.
You may think it is the breeze,
but listen closely and you'll see,
the wind's as absent as can be.
Indeed it is the whispers,
the sly whispers of the trees.
I hear them when I'm on my own,
entranced beside the moonlit lake.
They wonder why I'm sad, so sad,
and try to cheer my solemn soul,
with jokes and laughs and Billy Joel.
Such company can be a treat,
so when my heart does allow,
I whisper back, the trees and I.
I sometimes act as their spy,
in places where the trees are few.
I whisper to the trees alone,
all dank and limp beside the road.
The one thing I never knew,
was how they loved to gossip so.
For as a present of our friendship,
I bought the latest mags and comics.
Now lie, I do, beside the pines,
reciting the celebrity times.
Date: 06.11.2020
Contest: Whisper to Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
In my mind your whispers mumble,
and reminders of your deaths make me crumble;
oh, I have tried to let go but often stumble.
and now any death makes me humble !
Always inside my heart I hear you mutter,
but my spirit and soul is so full of clutter;
yet, I want to hold onto the words you utter,
like they are fragile birds that flutter !
In the cemetery this day there is deep hush,
and the scene before me is green and lush;
today, God has used his best paintbrush,
oh, listen to the sweet song of a thrush !
But, beloved family I am weary of this lament,
please stop your whispers of torment;
that leave me broken and my soul with a dent,
oh, in my wandering mind your graves I frequent !
To stare, sigh and cry at your engraved stone,
to bleed tears and weep all alone;
now, I tell you that I am letting go in a moan,
and turn away still hearing your pleading groan !
But, I must, must, must is my sigh,
while your whispers and pleas fade and die;
and above me is a perfect azure blue sky,
and as I walk on- I am followed by a butterfly !
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July 15, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Whispers Flutter
Copyright Protected, ID 07-137-331-15
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Whispers
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 07/27/2021
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I found your silence first—not the hush
of snowfall or stopped clocks, but the raw
unraveling of a symphony mid-note,
the bow still hovering above the strings.
What composes you? Not the obvious:
not the freckles like tossed pennies,
not the laugh that cracks like thin ice.
Deeper—the way your shadow hesitates
at doorways, as if it remembers
a threshold it once couldn’t cross.
Your hands are not just hands:
they are the aftermath of holding on,
the creases where light lingers
like a rumor in an empty room.
I trace them, learning the braille
of all you’ve clenched and released.
Sometimes, I catch you staring
at the spaces between things~
the pause before a downpour,
the breath a mirror steals
when it forgets your face.
You are the almost, the not quite,
the symphony that never resolves.
And yet~
when you turn to me, unfinished,
I swear I hear the music
begin again, and I fall
in love with you
all over again.
Her bare hands,
deeply wrinkled, touch the thorns
on the rose.
The petals-
color of the tiny pin-
prick of the blood
on her ring-
finger drop onto the cherry
bark surface.
The oval
ripened fronds are flour-soft;
they are bursting,
for the morning
of pines, birch and maples, that pose
as if sketched
in chalk tints.
She feels the flush of Spring
gardens; the lift
of a song-
sparrow as the buttercup
gold blessing
of the sun
softly touches the ruby-
mocha bricks
of her home,
in which she silently yearns-
like the hush
of falling
snow-to bloom in her twilight years-
sunburst plumes.
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I did not come Blues
Seven years ago
To find and lose
The only woman I love.
But you are right
We are going nowhere
But to the blues;
Let me hush for now.
I cannot emphasise
How I let you down,
But I will pick you up
At the end of the journey.
But you are right,
We are going nowhere
But to the blues,
Let me hush for now.
I want to get you
A sealed trophy, before I leave,
You take me higher.
There is only you in the world
Who vibes me, I can't deny it,
Let us find the datum of love,
I know we are stronger,
But you are running everywhere
And nowhere;
Let me hush for now.
Lady of the Lake ! dualism incarnate
I await your keen Sword of Truth
to pointedly give life to mine deflate
Powers alpha to omega you shine
a full moon gazes, opening floodgates
self-sufficient you rise expanded
from depths unknown impersonal
my portals are unfastened
Lady of the Lake ! fertile and clear
I hear your echoes eerily dear
call flawlessly circling like bait
silvery skin scintillating prepared
I sit on my throne casting away
shadows, warriors waiting instructions
as enemies encroach our land
Lady of the Lake ! balanced and stable
tresses of black beauty no fable
flow into waters protective, no fear
darkened in cobalt blue charming
in visions profound alarming lies
sought answers to my kingship
threatened, your flowing rhythm
a magnetic prism for field schisms
Lady of the Lake ! logic and reason
galaxies glitter gloriously in your season
upon your crown intellect sparkles
as mists of Avalon surround ethereal
framed by cypresses devout
my eyes aflame imperial to
but be tamed by yours arterial
Lady of the Lake ! epitome of
self-sufficient confidence
I cannot govern this kingdom
of mine without your guiding Grace
and Sword of Ace ~
my own Excalibur lies inert
awaiting your minute magical touch
a hush of lake lush, Love spiritualised
activating my solar spleen sweet
from your sacral springs I glean
Lady of the Lake ! my mythical
extension ! send your nuanced
breath with ripples of midnight
frequencies that it may light my
spurs with ease, legacies of
Arthurian courage to conquer
once more with ease
Leave me not forlorn to compromise
bereft of your naked waters wise
I wait your one pointed steady steel
my portals unfastened ________
A hush folds over the room
Not silence but a velvet static
Like the air is waiting to see
What you do without dissolving
Shadows rearrange themselves
Into half-remembered shapes
Old thoughts brushing your ankles
Like animals that forgot your scent
The clock doesn’t tick tonight
It breathes slow and deliberate
Testing whether you’ll follow
Or break formation
Mind unwrapped from its sugar-dark cocoon
Moving with logic out of rhythm
A lantern swinging in a cavern
Where the walls shift when unobserved
There’s a tremor of clarity
Thin as a hairline crack in glass
Letting in a draft of something
Which cannot be named
In that draft
A question lingers half posed
Is this what the world feels like
When it remembers itself
Lying there sober as a moonbeam
Listening to the muted rebellion
Of a body relearning its own edges
A mystery unfolding one unlit corner at a time
In the hush before the breaking dawn
When shadows bargain with the light,
I stand where truth has never knelt
And choose the harder road of right.
No crown of gold can buy my will,
No fear can teach my soul to bend,
For conscience is my sovereign law
And mercy is my only end.
I walk through fires of borrowed hate,
Through storms of rumor, greed, and lies,
Yet keep my oath to guard the weak
And meet the world with open eyes.
Let tyrants write their names in stone,
Let empires rot on thrones of pride —
I carve my path in living deeds
Where justice walks at reason’s side.
For power fades and force grows old,
But honor stands when all is gone.
I am the keeper of my cause.
I am the witness to what’s wronged.
And when the final reckoning comes
And silence seals the dust of breath,
Let it be said: I did not kneel —
I chose the good. I mastered death.
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[Verse 1]
You drifted in like hush of dawn,
No grand parade, just color drawn,
Across the quiet of my sky,
Where shadows used to settle high.
[Pre-Chorus]
I didn’t see you coming near,
But suddenly, the air was clear.
[Chorus]
You're the morning light through linen blinds,
The warmth I never thought I’d find.
You never claimed the sun or stars,
But still, you softened all my scars.
You speak in light, not words or sound,
And everything just calms down,
When you're near—just near,
You’re the morning light, my dear.
[Verse 2]
You trace the edges of my days,
In quiet, slow, familiar ways.
No need to name what’s understood,
A softer fire, a steady good.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I don't know how you got so close,
But I bloom in ways I never chose.
[Chorus]
You're the morning light through linen blinds,
The warmth I never thought I’d find.
You never claimed the sun or stars,
But still, you softened all my scars.
You speak in light, not words or sound,
And everything just calms down,
When you're near—just near,
You’re the morning light, my dear.
[Bridge]
No fireworks, no grand display,
But every dark just fades away.
You're not a storm—I’d run from those,
You're the peace that morning knows.
[Final Chorus]
You're the morning light through linen blinds,
The warmth I never thought I’d find.
You never claimed the sun or stars,
But still, you softened all my scars.
You speak in light, not words or sound,
And everything just calms down,
When you're near—just near,
You’re the morning light, my dear.
[Outro]
So hold me close as night turns bright,
You’ll always be my morning light.
You’ll always be my morning light.