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High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.
Seems a thousand hidden bird voices are singing,
A morning symphony created just for this sweet special moment,
I walk a narrow path that takes me to woods,
The air is softly scented with nature's delicate perfume,
And everything is so lush and green ~
As if touched with magical dust.
The sky has become a divine clear azure blue,
The sun is bathing everything in her golden glow including me,
Soon, I am back in the wildflower meadow,
With all the wildflower colors swaying sweetly in the wind
The mountains high above inspiring ~
I could stay right here forever.
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April 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Rising Thoughts - Collab With Jo
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1537-285-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
and Joanna Daniel
Written for the Standard contest, Collab With Jo
sponsor, Joanna Daniel, Judged 05/02/2023
Second Place
Examining the measure of my calamity
I grow resentful and I inflict pain
Seeking to surrender all that possesses me
I lash out at the innocent which discloses my shame
I reach out
The intensities of my suffering I shelve out
Because my quantity is so immense
I become incoherent
Chaos is my universal place
My ferociousness becomes timid
Eternity my expected release date
Society has snatched me by the choker
My community flames an uproar
Makes me want to cry…. Makes me want to holler
What are we fighting for!?
Each morning I rise to the same ole tune
The classic sound
Of the lowdown blues
I have not delivered my hopes or my dreams
My objectives along with my ambitions have went from flares to flickers
To face another tomorrow makes me quiver
I am distressed about authenticating my history
Cry me a river!
Portrait
Through shades of life in subtle hues
Faded eyes invite imbedded memories,
Half hidden behind a worn visage
Where dreams still dance to celebrate a milestone,
Entwined in lost days of once up a time times,
Layered serene moments of rest invoking
A tranquil touch overlaid with the heavenly;
Quiet now the hands on life’s tiller,
Noise of the wounded spirit
Blotted out by wisdom gained in tinted ashen turmoil,
The pilgrim sits, interludes dance in crosshatch
Embraced, abiding in sacred values beckoning
A captured chroma in still life subtle serenity
Blended reveries reveal the pale intimate,
Stories stored in the compressed soul,
As deep lines of passing years soften – fade away –
In color palettes mixed with ochre joy and slate tears
Waiting for the next breath filled with treasures,
Softened intensities to burst through grey tones -
The soul’s pastel breath captured – released - unchained.
6-14-22
Contest: Pastel
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
God is many things
Among those, an artist
The sky, his blank canvas
Sprinkled with hue of varying intensities
The sun
A golden fiery orb
Emitting light for all to see
To me, it's pure symbolism of
What Jesus is
And what we should strive to be
To be the light of the world
Not being consumed by the darkness
Of the worldly ones
I fail, and I stumble
Trying to keep up with society's ideals
Wear this, say that, do this
It's a controversial thought, but
Let's live how God intended
Spreading love!!
The moon the sun's faithful partner
The silver glow of the moon
casts a soft, ethereal light
over the landscape,
creating a tranquil ambience
that invites reflection and peace.
To me, the moon symbolises
Finding beauty in the darkest of times
Not the vague superficial type of beauty
Only looking at looks for looking sake
None not in any way
But to look upon the beauty of souls
Of hearts and of the mind
Truly I believe
God is an artist
Emotions are fragile.
They're something to behold.
The smallest irritation
Could set it alight.
The tiniest action
Could light up the sky.
Emotions are easy
If you know what to do.
Control and awareness
Is required of you.
But not all are lucky
As some face a struggle.
Comprehending and accessing
Is not easy for them
Yet they do so wish.
Then there are those
Who feel it at once.
100% of that feeling
Crashing in your chest.
Squeezing the lungs
And sucking out air.
Emotions come to you
In all shapes and sizes.
Different intensities
Dependent on situations.
They are fragile,
Easily set off
By the smallest
Of conveniences.
If one is not careful,
They'll lose sight of their path.
Goodbye to all you worked for
Because it all took over.
The danger in
These fragile emotions
Is this:
You can't let it
Take over your being.
You must have control
And maintain it always.
By doing so
You will come to find
That emotions depend on you;
It's not the other way 'round.
You have the emotions.
You have the control.
Accept it for what it is
And all will be well.
From the shores of the rivers running;
Down through the mountain, tops;
Come on board to quieted blessedness;
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
Come on in the ever presents, hush;
No need to worry, nor you don't have to rush;
There are blessings here, peace and joy and happiness
come in from the rains and the storms;
raise your hands and arms;
Let's rejoice don't be alarmed. . . (in the.....)
CALM
Calm your soul, Jesus will make you whole;
Calm your life, relax, breathe in the heavenly brezze be free, be free
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
Quietness in the ever presents hush
Peaceful melodies as leafs falls from the trees;
A beautiful techno dimensional melodies colors variants in it's intensities;
Doesn't take God long to usher the. . .
CALM
Come on board to quieted blessedness
Give the lilted butter-fly a kiss;
Tell the wind what it's missed;
In the ever presents hush of peace and quietness
As God whispers sweet and gentle melodies
As a liturgist wind
As a kitten with a ball of string
Hush
Let us not rush, our life's let us rejoice still got time;
From the shores of the rivers running;
Down through the mountain, tops;
Come on board to quieted blessedness;
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
04/06/2011
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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Where did most of our plastic garbage end up? In other nations of the world, and they have had enough! They believe we created it and should be held responsible for its clean up. Those bags are non-biodegradable and are potentially harmful. They are rapidly filling up our over crowed landfills.
Haven't we had enough of turning our oceans, lakes and seas into human plastic garbage dumps? Because of human wanton carelessness, soon this planet will become inhabitable for even us. How many marine sea life must die? How many fish, and clams and other food sources of man, live on plastic?
People are becoming concerned about recycling of plastic. It is only possible if the products recycling labels have numbers one or two. Products can only be recycled once! You do not have to believe me, but you need to listen to 350 Degrees.
Our polluted oceans are rapidly becoming warmer leading to increased hurricanes, floods and tornadoes. Natural and man made disasters are occurring with more frequency and intensities. Covering a wide disaster range, and displacing its victims. Those people are facing their problems by faith in Jesus Christ. Neighbors and churches are helping each other!
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
October 31, 2018
Roxy 54/ October Country
High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.
Deep blood red orange clouds ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues loiter in between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak from red-wing blackbird a fragile threshold,
Golden stream gurgle under marsh reeds ~
Evanescent saline grain haze
Azure ocean tide aroused from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl strewn oyster oddments interspersed on pockmark sandstone beach,
Iridescent canopy of nature trail,
Awaits the first blush pilgrim who revels in lavish glimpses,
And sumptuous earworm madrigal ~
A tantalizing world so close
Amidst waves with their varied intensities
Beyond disasters and catastrophes
Contending and prevailing over calamities
Determined am I to do my mission for seafarers
Effectively warning against ocean-caused wreckage
Fulfilling my role as good guide...
Guarding and governing toward right route
Here I stand formidably, helping save precious lives
Influencing triumphant navigational moves
Journeys are made safe and secured by my presence
Kindness of my beam radiates the Sovereign Director's might
Lighthouse* am I at your service
Magnificently reflecting the Lord's brightness...
Never, never ignore me then!!!
John 3:21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
ABC and Personification forms
December 23, 2018
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 155" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/4/2019.
The second coming of age,
is like the
softened beauty
of the color s a g e;
rich in Indian summer warmth
graced with shades and shines
of too many noons and moons to count
savvy and savory… seasoned
with salted depth and perception.
No longer a blur of girlish green...
rather,
the continuum of time,
has weathered colors;
fine-tuning mindful hues -
balancing contrasts and intensities,
blending and smoothing
the not-so-gently honed edges
of life's tints and tones.
Continuance creates a mature perspective
worthy of viewing a canvas
painted from a palette of gold and rust.
Yes,
the burnished beauty
of the color s a g e,
like the second coming of age,
is easy to take.
The grass green pigments of colorful youth
are muted by mistakes.
For wisdom gained,
the price is paid
in the aged
and ripened patina
of the color
s a g e ~
my second coming of age.
Susan Ashley
July 20, 2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Patina
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen