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In a trail of crumbs along the path
We leave the turbulence of society.
In the drag gripping unto our breath.
Slipping on wintry surfaces wet and icy.
In search of the better way to live
desire to move away from this captivity.
But magnetic pressure of family sieve
Make decisions embrace the complexity.
But hope is in a new sense of optimism.
Your dreams and plans are inseparable.
Travels with you to another dimension.
With Joy and spirit free being available.
We have impressions of this world.
To be largely informed and enhance.
Based on feelings hidden in our soul.
The emotions are guided by finance.
And little is known about the future.
Where, and how long we will be around.
Content to live with this cold weather.
Putting extra layers of fleecy clothes worn.
Walk slowly in the trail of anonymity.
Life can smell worse than it tastes.
Aging centuries looking for immunity,
Have sensual pleasures and epicures.
In search of the better way to live
Hopes and dreams of making a living.
Appears appealing enough to leave.
And move on far away from the ruin.
Her and I have never coexisted in the same timeline.
So why do I miss her warmth,
Her scent,
Her embrace,
Her smile?
I miss her more than words could explain.
I miss her very being,
As if we were inseparable—
Yet I've never even met her.
Not even once.
Being the first can be a lonely role.
So perhaps I yearn for her presence because, if she were here,
She would relieve me of this crown forced upon my head.
I yearn to be called her little sister,
Even if it meant she had to carry the crown
And bear the role of being The First.
I am selfish. I know.
But my yearning for an older sister's love
Is greater than my selflessness.
I would gladly settle for the middle—
The forgotten—
If it meant I no longer had to bear the crown of The First.
For once,
I want to be the comforted
And not the comforter.
But in this lifetime,
She and I will never coexist in the same timeline.
For the universe deemed she was too good for this world,
And I...
I became the rightful heir
To the crown of The First.
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
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Cupid's aim was too good to miss
obliterating glass ceilings
love freed fragile fledgling feelings.
Filling hearts with mutual bliss
two souls in love merge into one
a bond that cannot be undone.
Only love makes you feel like this
binding hopes and dreams together
inseparable forever.
Igniting passion with a kiss
we go upon a moonlight stroll
refreshing both body and soul.
Love quickly breaches fear's abyss
gladly going that extra mile
encouraged by a simple smile.
Assuring you that hope exists
even within a hurting heart
love promises a brand-new start.
Cupid's aim is too good to miss
filling hearts with mutual bliss
only love makes you feel like this.
Igniting passion with a kiss
love quickly breaches fear's abyss
assuring you that hope exists.
(Constanza)
12/11/2015
I wish I had you by my side
You were the best friend I ever had
Not being able to see you grow as a man
Hurts me inside everyday that goes by
The stories I hear from your friends
Makes me think I missed so much
But we had our own adventures
Before our last long good-bye
I hope you felt my last touch
That last kiss I gave you on your cheek
As you and I alone had our last moment
Just as in life, apart but inseparable
You have all our best stuff with you
Bat, ball, glove, music, pictures
And we have all of your best stuff
Smile, laughter, music, and love
You were a kind, caring man
And I loved you so much for that
I just wish I had one more moment
Just one more to be together
I wanted to be there for you always
I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the end
You know I would have protected you
And kept you safe from harm
Now I bide the time till we meet again
Looking at pictures and listening to your songs
Thinking of the amazing things you would accomplish
Reveling in the man you had become
God has called you home
I don’t know why
But just remember this
I am your dad and you are my son
This remorse is choking me to death,
taking away all the livable breath...
leaving guilt, anguish, and wrath:
am I another insane Macbeth?
If hours slowly pass making me restless,
and through rageful images
I despise when waking up with screams:
what's their symmetry to eternity?
Much worse are the innate dreams
never imagined having fragility!
There's a young storyteller with auburn curls
who comes from the medieval town of Arthun
narrating tragedies of inseparable lovers,
who died before their given time;
he sits on a bench of the small square
that depicts the sensuality of a nude siren
laying in the middle of a stone fountain
and spewing outflowing water, she entices sensuality!
I won't attempt to fling a silver dime
in its water showing an emotional valence,
but with prudence, I'll toss it gladly and gallantly!
Since I have no luck and an unpredictable future,
his tragedies seem sympathetic to an extent;
I won't be pierced by a blade to prove I'm faithful,
I won't lay in a tomb besides my adored lady...
the times of faithfulness have ceased to exist,
finding a true one among thousands of women who care
is such a rarety, they once were found in a monastery
and their desire was to be the bride of Christ,
and they always kept a holy image never being disgraceful!
If someone is being tormented by constant remorse
for a fault which wasn't his own attempt to contemplate revenge,
or the cruel intent of harming someone without a hint of knowledge,
then he should cleanse himself thoroughly of the false belief
and continue living without idiocy until he overcomes his grief,
not exiling himself on a deserted island and suffer the worse:
neither should I who has isolated himself and writes in pathetic rhyme
avoiding to compare himself to Othello who repented for his heinous crime!
Whom do I resemble most: Othello or Macbeth?
One had dark skin, the other had fair skin,
wasn't their vile character wrecked by sin?
They were murders stripped of moral and worth!
We have a bond that makes us strong
A bond inseparable, no matter how long
We’ve made our allies, we hold them dear
In laughter, in tears, we conquer the feared
No plans to leave the shining stars
Never to enter the shadowing dark
Together we flourish, together we stand
Embracing the twists, our paths unplanned
We share our dreams, like whispers in the breeze,
In the warmth of our laughter, we find our ease.
With hearts intertwined, we dance through the day,
Forever united, come what may.
Through every challenge, we face with a grin,
With you by my side, I know we will win.
In moments of joy and in times of strife,
Our friendship's a treasure, the best part of life.
Some think that love is as strong as hate,
And still others as sturdy as a Flander’s mare.
If both be true then I don’t think Ann loved me,
For if she indeed loved me then the two I swear
Are just as false as a fowler’s artful noose.
You should think that ten years is not a time too short,
The period Ann and I were inseparable honeyed mates.
Her heart was always mine and our breath was one
Till I saw her off to the airport and to the United States,-
A distance she cursed from home to that tinted hawk.
I have never heard or read from my darling Ann
And I think our avowed affections are sadly done.
Watching you walk away
Leaving me standing alone
I reflect back to yesterday.
You said you want to be on your own
We were once inseparable
Like two peas in a pod, we were
Our love was once undeniable
But you threw it away to be with her.
Once we'd walk in the moonlight
Watching it shine on the sea.
While illuminating our night.
Now it's your silhouette that I see.
Your love is now dark and cold
What was once warm and nice
It was both strong and bold
But it came with the ultimate price.
Loving you was all I wanted to do
Giving you all I have in me
But my heart is broken in two
I'm no longer who I used to be.
Animals can teach about love,
for different species can bond;
how about this monkey and dove,
we have a bond that goes beyond.
For different species can bond,
the great and the small from all lands;
we have a bond that goes beyond,
does not matter if wings or hands.
The great and the small from all lands,
we are inseparable friends;
does not matter if wings or hands,
and so people pick up your pens.
We are inseparable friends,
how about this monkey and dove;
and so people pick up your pens,
animals can teach about love.
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June 1, 2020
Poetry/Pantoum/The Words of a Dove
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1257-377-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pantoum
Rhyme and Personification,Inspiration, Image #3
sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place