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I stand still along the shore~
I was here two decades ago,
The sand where I used to walk on
with rainbows of seashells in my mind,
where did it go?
My eyes are hooked
on the empty lonesome shell...
where did it go?
Still beautiful sans life inside~
Still glistening at the kiss of sunrise.
I look around~
where have all the seashells gone?
some have faded,
some are broken
some lost their luster,
some become dwelling places
of crawling creatures big and small.
Obscure quests enshroud me
as the morning sun warms the shore,
I put the empty shell on my palm
I wonder as I look in distant horizon~
Why we, humans are devoid of shell?
Why don't we have rainbow-colored skin?
I wish a shell grow in us~
to share shelters to the roofless
when our race is done.
As the waves ripple upon my feet
I look back to where I've been~
My footprints were washed away by the tide;
And as the tepid water goes up on my knees,
I throw the empty shell
to where it should belong.
My quest now clear~
Yes, our shell is there to shield us
when our innermost chancel~
be hit by truculent arrows;
The shell is just inside us
To feel more with our human skins
for we are here to touch and to love.
The will of God can be hard to know
God tells us to come upon our knees
telling Him our innermost desires
to plead for His action crying, please
But sometimes He seems silent
and we wonder asking just why?
His purposes are past finding out
for God knows everything before we die
God is a good God, His word says so
all His promises He will surely keep
for He's been here since eternity past
and in eternity future God's sure to reap
His instructions to us for our benefit
waiting on the Lord is for our good
for He'll supply just at the right time
this He assures us to be understood
God since before eternity has watched us
seen our birth, growth, and eventual end
at the right moment, He shall provide
just wait for God knows your right blend
(Lamentations 3:25-"Good is the Lord to one who waits.")
Clueless unborn thou art my song
The song for so long flew was not known, a long gone for so long soaring unborn
Adored the floral fragrance in, gone dried in mundane time left behind
The glow was an off beat startled, not to be, a neverland to greet beside.
The gust of a windy high, never there, never to try to recite , alongside
Come along my pensive sorrow, come along my kindled candle, burning strong
Come along for the valiant cause to stand headstrong through the darkest depth of the long
Death and her kissing diva, may find and so shall the cause be, the innermost song
With the pensive, painstaking , overcoming a morbid with a churned in mayhem
To greet them all , and all, undefeated, never in another succumbed in Bethelhem.
Raga: voirabi
rythm:kaharba
composition (bangla): 1332
composition (after christ): 1925
lyricist: dinendranath thakur
Today I sit here thinking about the past.
Asking myself, and wondering if we are going to last.
I remain faithful to you by choice.
Yet, about our former mistakes, I cannot rejoice.
Betrayal is one thing I will not forgive.
My expectation is for us to stay together, for as long as we both shall live.
But sometimes life is unexpected, especially if one of us is feeling neglected.
Now that I have confirmed what I suspected.
It hurts to feel this way, and know you lied.
As you looked deep into my eyes, and promised me your love, for all eternity.
No one ever came as close to me as you, I never let them get that far within my innermost being.
Surrendering myself once in a lifetime, unthinkable it was that it would cause me so much pain.
From these words I can't refrain.
Yes, my love for you will be hard to eradicate, and for now it will remain.
After you have caused me endless strain.
In this precise moment, all I feel is sadness and sorrow.
Only hoping for a brighter, better, tomorrow.
When I feel downhearted and full of loss with life,
gone astray, hopeless, adrift, and a cast away;
and I feel my heart has been stabbed deep with a knife,
when my thinking is dismay and my days are gray;
I go to a spiritual place and space,
to ponder my innermost voices and embrace;
I fold back my memories to find some grace,
and in soul searching meditation my history- trace.
And within I observe a journey of fallen dreams,
but also see my triumph and courage to survive;
for I have climbed from devastation many times it seems,
and with strength risen from pits of sorrow to stay alive;
so, when I feel my existence falling to despair,
I go inside to contemplate and my tears bare;
and I remove thoughts of defeat with a prayer,
and humble my human pride- for the Lord to share.
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October 28, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Innermost Musing
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1298-519-28
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Inward Reflections
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 11/1/20
Third Place
Silent Music
of
Falling Stars
A radiant glob shone down upon this planet,
life seemed so bright – why is it then ?, all seen,
on the surface, ( in the face of ) – seems the dark side,
the spirit of the moon permeating the innermost recesses
of this harbored soul, having been reached out to.
Towards this planet, around it Mars gravitates, rotates.
In the furthest reaches, a sphere so cold – grows –
a heart so distant and aloof, this planet seems,
from a different universe, travelling in other dimensions,
orbiting on a different plane, even when two -
as one - have flown together ?, – apart.
Why has Venuses, influence repulsed ?,
slipped out of orbit – lost her way –
drifting away – always, it seems –
gravitating towards planets of perceived perfection,
in their ecliptic, aesthetic, elegance,
in their orbit of alleged worldly knowledge,
in their spheres of impressionistic light,
light that seems to blind, their gravity, pulling Venus,
into their orbits for a week / weeks,
a month / months, a year / years,
or for just a date or two.
Comes disillusionment, disappointment to shake Venus,
from her dreams of – that set her gravitational pull back
towards this lowly old planet – set adrift –
drawing it back into her orbit for another go around
- this moon to her earth, without power of influence –
no gravitational put, no raising and ebbing of tides,
just a continuous revolving around her glow.
a companion to the empty spaces in-between,
never to be included, to become a part of her universe
B. J. “A” 2
June 2nd 2008
Mom & Dad must have been primates
Coz bananas are my favourite foods
When it comes to stuff Jacko eats a lot of
For bananas they're in the mood
Whenever they passed a bush with vines
Something deep down inside
Urges them to climb up and beat their chest
Some primordial force to abide
Bananas for breakfast, lunch or dinner
With mounds of yummy whipped cream
Oh heavenly joy! There ain't nuttin' finer
They're the object of all our dreams
Okay, I'll try to get back to reality now
But each time I hear an old squeeze box
Get all excited and feel like performing
It invades my innermost thoughts
Sitting here typing while peeling a banana
Is there help for someone like me
My skin has definitely got a yellow tinge
Often hang from our backyard tree!
Mom and Dad must have been primates
Other signs are too numerous to tell
Obsessed by scratching my armpits raw
And honking my honker as well!
Seven colors crave in rainbow .
Innermost arch points Violet
Spectrum of Sun ray is sure to glow.
Seven colors crave in rainbow.
.Vibrant hues give glamour to grow.
Outermost bow shows red scarlet.
Seven colors crave in rainbow.
Innermost arch points Violet.
Seven colours crave in rainbow
Spectrum of Sun ray is sure to glow.
Vibrant hues give glamour to grow.
Innermost arch points violet.
Outermost bow shows red scarlet.
On sky album, spectrum is set.
I have read Rudyard Kipling, your wise words,
in your If poem- and if's are with me each day;
I believe in me, dismissing the words of nerds.
whispering soft to myself, let them have their say.
I will do what I do and ignore the haters,
let them throw their sharp daggers at my back;
I will just reject all those nasty dictators,
if they belittle- I still refuse to attack.
I will dream but never will dreams rule me,
my innermost thoughts will guide and not lead;
I will face defeat with strength- that is the key,
and each success will be a beautiful thread.
I will own all my words quickly spoken,
and just never mind those who distort them;
I will hold my head high although I am broken,
crawling in the mud looking for even one gem.
I will not be afraid to take a chance,
and risk all that I have worked for in life;
I will begin new each set back and still dance,
and never speak of the pain of the knife.
I will present myself as always strong,
though I am bleeding, bleeding, bleeding inside;
I will admit to the world when I am wrong,
but I will ever glide with tears dried.
I will traverse this life with all my goodness,
not ever be to busy to stop for a caress;
I will not let anyone drive me to madness,
but stand up strong like a mighty tree- yes.
I will learn how to forget and forgive,
my every day will be about living;
I will embrace this Earth and not the past- relive,
a humble girl- until the day of my leaving.
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October 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/In Response, I Will
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1072-189-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, In Response to IF . . . by Rudyard Kipling
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Naked, no clothes, no nothing at all,
Nothing to cover her thoughts,
Nothing to hide her inner ideals,
When her mind strolls those innermost walks,
And her lead pencil scribes her tale of life,
Permanently puts onto page,
Feelings of open, hurt, happy, and love,
Feelings from sane, safe to strange,
And she champions a truth, her love of the real,
Her opinion comes straight from her heart,
Her words on the page tell emotional white,
Of things you might not even want,
But she remains true to her fairy tale life,
Her warmth will never go cold,
Because her words of wonder wrap in our love,
To nurture and nourish our soul.