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A queen was born on this special day Hardworking with ambitious
Independent strong and very highly motivated
She is someone that is for sure prestigious
In her own words she can't be predicted
Happy-go-lucky with a sprinkle of craziness
Gentle to the touch gracious and all around graceful
For her presence in my bubble is the coziest
She's like cheerful daisy the symbolism of April
My addiction one that's more dangerous than any drug
I labeled her as my most priceless treasure
A miracle that's been searching for but never found
My guardian angel whom which I'll take measures to be with forever
If you were to be a chapter in any story you'll be the prologue and epilogue
For everything begins and end with you
4LF??
I wrote a poem praising dogs yesterday …and many people agreed
But apparently the cats and birds and frogs weren’t happy.
Who knew they could read!
The frog was first to chime in…saying my poetry made him wince
If you kiss a dog, he said indignantly, will he turn into a prince?
Do dogs kill insects every day so they do not run amok?
Are dogs a symbol of fertility in Egypt or do they bring Japan good luck?
The bird was next to criticize…she asked…does a dog have wings?
Can a dog fly to the top of a tree? Can it glide on the wind…or sing?
Does a dog’s singing help you think of love or beauty and how about romance?
Can a dog help control mosquitos…or pollinate some plants?
Finally a cat phoned me…isn’t it just like a cat to call.
She was angry we had the nerve to compare a cat to a dog at all!
“Cat’s are much more independent.” she said. I think I heard bitterness in her inflection.
“And although cat’s don’t need it from you humans…we put up with your affection.”
“Cats will never learn a silly trick…the kind that dogs are taught…
If you think that dogs are smarter than cats…think again…they’re not!”
After listening to their arguments
(No more animals contact me…please!)
I understand all animals…have their own specialties…
And I end this poem a different person
who understands every animal…every cat and bird and frog
should be proud of their accomplishments
and stand together with the dog….
The dog is certainly no more special than the rest.
I’m speaking now as a diplomat.
(By the way…in case you’re wondering
It was the cat who made me say that.)
Reluctant to stay in the same place I'm in today
A year from now
See I wanna grow like an oak tree
Providing shade to lay in
Depending on know one trying to stay independent
Of outside interference
Intended to take me back
To a place of darkness
To a place we're I thought less
Depending on everyone didn't wanna know
Success
So today I can say I have truly been blessed
Now my only mission from day to day is
Success
See when I thought less I was on a road of
Destruction
Started to think more
And put my life under reconstruction
Life gotta way of teaching you things
You can't learn in class
Move slow now
Not trying to let life take me fast
See I was once without cars or cash
Had to earn everything I got in the process of
Becoming a man
Reluctant to stay in the same place I'm in today
A year from now
See I wanna grow tall like an oak
Creating shade
To
Lay in
My journey is one of balance and harmony,
I am a water metaphor that adapts its shape;
always flowing, yielding, softly and quietly,
but strong enough to cut into rock and reshape.
I chose a way to nature and contemplation,
to create my inner sanctuary;
an open gate, a secret garden creation,
a place where all turmoil I can bury.
I am on my own unique beautiful journey,
where I can let go of time and slow down;
with moderation in all things and no need to hurry;
and be independent as a star shining alone.
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September 23, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/My Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1489-966-23
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 09/25/2022
Sixth Place
I am dependent but i need to be independent.
I wonder will I be what i need to be?
I hear nothing though the weed is whispering
I see birds struggling to fly, the weed is to strong
I want harmony,love and inspiration.
I am dependent but i need to be independent
I pretend not top care
I feel the earth in the palm of my hand
I touch the souls of those who care and don't
I cry because i feel for you and me.
I am dependent but i need to be independent
I understand i am who i am
I say i am unique
I dream nothing, i wish for something
I try to dream though its not easy
I hope i may be able to dream
I am dependent but i need to be independent.
There is something in the air
Reflecting on freedom’s one day scare
Signing a declaration we want to be on our own
Handful self-proclaimed leaders setting a tone
It was John Hancock first holding the pen
Scripted it so large ‘an idea that needed to defend’
Thirteen colonies united together
In writing the royal a letter
Through the next few years
Muskets firing heard by many ears
A revolution between tea and beers
Bells would ring
Celebrating separation from the King
Redcoat’s egos taken down
By battling farmers who knew the ground
It was all a ‘pride show’
For the stiff upper lip British you know
Better thinking said ‘let the new world grow’
Today we are in a bind
An invisible army giving the globe a hard time
Take this as an opportunity knocking
Tell Betsy Ross in her chair 'keep on rocking'
Striped bars
States as stars
In a field colored blue
An artistic message waving cool
Some of us do not agree
And the results make us stronger you will see
No one can control all fifty
Not even a virus that is shifty
Wear a mask or don’t
It’s your vote
Since in the end
You will know where to send
A message challenging the Franklin in Ben
“How much does this cost?”
“Is our boss reality at a loss?”
“Is a square cubicle your life?
Or is the husband maybe a wife”
Writing is a powerful art
Peaceful at its original start
If a reader walks away
Getting more knowledge today
This contribution would be good
Educating society as it should
Take these thoughts I do scribe
On your holiday ride
Ponder my rhymes
Circulating the economy friendly governmental dime
Enriching America’s creative independent mind
There are many gambler's fallacies
the statisticians say
each roll of the roulette table
is an independent event
Yet the gamblers believe
that if for example
there were ten red numbers
in a row
that the next one should be black
right
A statistician in the U,K.
decided to prove
that the gamblers
were all delusional
in insisting that there were patterns
in the endless spin of the wheel
and that it was more of a curve
that the noise of random numbers
after thousands of spins
recorded on a computer
the pattern was clear
there was a bell shape curve
with an upswing
and a downswing to the data
an early experiment
in chaos theory
but with a practical application
if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve
turns into a losing curve
then walk away
and you might be a winner
according to science
but they have yet
to be able to prove/disprove
that lucky numbers exist
for you and me
mine was always 32
and when it pops
I swore that my lucky number
came up
just a fluke
according to science
another iron clad rule
the regression to the mean
the curve may go up
and may go down
but in the end
it regresses to the mean
and that means
the house always wins
By Parizo Van Thulare
Now you realize life after matric is not child's play
Now you realize nobody chose to stay
Now you see the reasons beyond the grinding
Being independent is not as easy as you thought
Bieng a tangent is not as easy as you were taught
Here we do practicals
No theory is of existence
When the genius dance above the law
We are the first suspects
When Romeo breaks Juliet
We are the first to be given names
It's a race of mankind versus patience
A war between money and love
A match between fame and success
Only few get to choose
The majority get to loose
What you have been told then
Becomes addition to points of Cardinal
That one which we poke
When there is still hope
The one that we poke
When we become broke
Wishing time was an R line
So we change gears and it displays reverse lights
So we all jump in and go back to life
Back when we knew nothing about worries
When we were just babies in napkins
Dreams become reality in television
In real life they don't exist
Welcome to my world
Here we fight only for survival
by Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
I was raised to wear a crown
I may look shy in a crowd
But i was born to survive in these dark clouds
Criticism makes me bold
Unlike protons i know how to settle even when it is cold
I know what a struggle is
I know how to be independent means
They say i was raised from a dull background
Some say i grew driving copper wired cars around
But that created the person i am today
It was preparing my heart to face such life
I am a village boy
The invention of a village life
Thee innovation to the future life
I am a village boy
I'm not scared to tell stories of how i was raised
Words have come from the other side
Saying i have a soul of a kite
They say i don't know how to hike
They forget i raised in a cave
I do know how to climb
Thats why i always thrive
These scars on my face
They do tell many tales
The battles i fought with my enemies
And the path I've travelled to this moment
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013