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I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with my words that pour;
into surreal unearthliness- I drift, soar and f a l l . . . fall.
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October 31, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Each Brick Is My Forevermore
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-690-31
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 7 Lines, 7 Words, Rhyme
sponsor Lu Loo, Judged 11/2018
Second Place
He used to stand for peace,
For love, for joy, for happiness. But now…
He sits in silence, blankly staring…
At this emotional mess,
Angrily failing love’s test,
Falling deep into nothingness.
You’re consumed with fear, with despair,
With grief…
You can’t even look in the mirror,
Cause all you see is disbelief.
So disappointed in yourself,
You stop caring,
For your open health….
So you take all of your stupid feelings
And throw them up on a shelf.
You know nothing….
Of the tears I’ve shed,
Or the many unhinged thoughts….
Swirling around in my head.
My distance from you is cold….
Distance…. Cold.
And my hand’s become hard to hold,
Let the truth be told.
I used to fly high,
When I kiss you,
And even cry,
Cause I’d miss you…
Now, I thrive to resist you,
Cause I’m dying to dismiss you.
You took a kind hearted man,
And made him feel like a slave,
Threw his love into a grave,
Yet, still, he forgave….
You don’t deserve him at all,
You care nothing…
Of the tears as they fall…
You stand there as he slowly crawls….
Back to brutalization, back….
To victimization, back….
To the world of isolation,
Caused from frustration,
See, I am a one man nation,
And I choose to walk alone.
No matter how hard you try,
Or how much I may cry,
You’ll never have my throne.
I question myself…
Am I not good enough?
Not tough enough?
Not your idea of man,
Who most of the time is rough?
I don’t care anymore.
My feelings and love is gone.
My switch of resentment,
You turned it on.
Don’t get this **** twisted,
This ain’t no illusion,
And it ain’t no confusion.
Just know that as of now,
I’m going back to seclusion.
Standing on anger’s dance floor,
Screaming….
**** what love stands for.
So when people ask,
What caused this dreadful incision?
It ain’t easy to see the vision,
When you’re in love’s prison
A dislodged leaf my being floats away
In the serene stream of contemplation
From life's turbulent torrent
Meandering in the cacophony current.
To a remote placid cobalt lake it flows
Soaks up the aura of dulcet dust
Splashing from the sparkling sky
In the sensuous dawn of sunburst splendor.
On its bank stand the unruffled trees
The branches don’t sway in stillness
Their shadow on the lake lies unshaken
For the squall has stopped to swipe.
Motionless mist hangs static on solitude
Until the drifting clouds descend
With the whirl of the whistling wind
In the turbulent lake the leaf sinks.
Perturbed by the tumult from outside
I take my tortured senses deep within
To repose in the calm shade of isolation
The miasma of mislaid identity melts away.
I then perceive the divine artistry of soul
Weaving the tapestry of profound peace
In the sanctum of introspective aloneness
I discover the drowned leaf of me lost.
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November 2, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
COVID-19
They christened her Corona, and not to be dismissed
The blight that made the planet, get its knickers in a twist
They closed the universities, and then they closed the schools
The world was in a panic because no one knew the rules
We soon ran out of toilet roll and the pasta disappeared
Sanitizer was no more and the various shelves were cleared
They brought in social distancing, self isolation too
We battened down the hatches from the microbes that accrue
All the sport was cancelled, the nightclubs had to shut
The bars then called last orders and life was in a rut
Things were getting serious; our lives were all in shock
Days just watching telly, and staring at the clock
A cure will come from somewhere, to make us well again
A welcome antitoxin from this self imposed constrain
Yet someone is responsible for causing this whole mess
A Government, a Military, who took things to excess
An infamous thief
lived a restless life,
looking out for those
vigilant, shrewd cops;
his crafty hands pulling out
those tools out of the box,
to feed that ego so imprudent:
would he never be caught...
when his instincts coudn't predict?
Escorted to the court-room,
in hand-cuffs and chains,
he faces the harshest judge
of the In-God-We-Trust-Country...
a female judge who's fair but firm,
and yet so unsympathetically angry;
and she like a fearless preacher warns,
" Whoever thinks has a right
to steal, rob, kill or disturb the peace...
must be punished accordingly to the crime! "
All he wanted was an easy flow of money,
dirty money without a trace of sweat;
and he acted like the richest man of the county...
flashing it around and feeling great!
Did he ever foresee an end to that bliss,
how could he not be harmed by his own mischief?
In the coldest cell, he sits on the sheetless bed...
frowning upon an unsuccessful scheme:
if he were able to bend each bar with those hands,
unlock each door and sprint to freedom...
it would be the end of his loneliness and boredom;
but when reality sets in, he returns to being sad!
Years and many more years without a voice...
he will spend writing letters to his family,
missing out on holidays and birthdays...
repenting of his greedy and wicked ways
and allowing no other thought for escape;
pain, isolation and tolerance within those walls...
will teach the hardest lesson for his sake:
to make good choices and overcome his misery!!
Something small with too many legs
Decides your skin is where it begs.
The edge of height calls out your name,
The fall below repeats the same.
A thought that grows and will not cease,
It feeds itself, denies you peace.
Pain, not here but drawing near,
Already whispers in your ear.
A room that seals what once was wide;
No door remains, no place to hide.
A laugh behind—too sharp, too late;
You turn to find it imitate.
A scent that clings, a quiet bloom,
You are the source within the room.
A needle waits, a sharpened breath,
A pointed promise close to death.
The mirror stalls, then lets you see
A shape you fear you’ll always be.
Cells divide in silent fright;
Unseen, unchecked, beneath the light.
The walls lean close without a sound,
They press until you’re tightly bound.
Your voice dissolves when eyes appear,
It folds itself and disappears.
Your body falters, weak and slight,
A trembling loss of inner might.
The thunder counts what you cannot name,
Each strike repeats your hidden shame.
You fail before you even start,
A quiet fracture in the heart.
A future where no one remains,
Just empty rooms and echoed names.
A number stretching without end;
No edge, no break, no final bend.
Strange hollow patterns split and grow,
In clustered depths you cannot know.
The ocean yawns too vast, too deep,
It does not wake, it does not sleep.
Dark forests breathe and learn your pace,
Each tree a watcher in that place.
Something buried, not yet gone;
It stirs beneath the coming dawn.
Dependence pulls, a heavy chain;
You lean, you fall, you feel the drain.
The world goes dry—no drop, no relief,
Just a cracking thirst beneath belief.
Punishment with no offense,
A verdict passed without defense.
To simply be is not enough;
They feel the need to call any bluff.
(tales from the viral lock-down)
Brice (my brother) is cutting through what smells like a stack of cinnamon french toast.
My stomach growls at the aroma like a hunting cat.
I jump out of bed, grab my robe and rush excitedly to the kitchen.
I see the pan in the sink.
gasp “You didn’t MAKE me any!!?” I accuse, in indignant shock.
Brice, looking up, “JESUS, get on some clothes!”
He waves his arms like he's fighting a flock of birds.
I look down, “GOD, I AM wearing clothes, you PERV! - and a bathrobe”
"Who says THAT’S a bathrobe??” He says, sarcastically.
Me: “Kiki Montparnasse!”, I say, indignantly.
My mom enters to fill her coffee cup.
Brice: “Will you please tell YOUR DAUGHTER to get on some clothes?”
My mom inspects me and I twirl for my audience.
“That IS a little sheer”, she pronounces.
“ARGH!, FINE,” I say, before stomping off to change.
I start to fume."HE CAN GO ALL OVER IN BOXER SHORTS BUT I CAN'T WEAR A BATHROBE?!!"
“And HE didn’t make EXTRA TOAST”, I yell back in pointed accusation.
“Get to work,” (on more toast) I hear her tell him, just before I slam my door.
another day…
My brother Brice is fighting with his girl-friend on the phone.
Of course, I'm only hearing 1/2 the conversation - but he sounds like a jerk.
Me: "apologize," I silently, slowly, exaggeratedly mouth
Brice: "drop dead," he mouths back, silently
Me: "I'm your sister," I say, "I get to boss you around, besides, I KNOW what’s BEST"
A minute later - He actually apologizes!!! And they make up.
(I dance around the room like Rocky)
December Seventh Forty One
By Franklin Price
12/07/2024
December seventh forty one
Was quite some time ago
Soon will be a century
With no one left to know
What happened on that awful day
When the planes came overhead
Sunk our ships and killed our people
But our country was not dead
We responded to the melee
And by nineteen forty five
We dropped the “A” bombs on Japan
To keep millions more alive
We became the power on the Earth
Now eight billion mouths to feed
We're no more in isolation
The whole world now has our need
For all of us to come together
We're the ones who do that best
We have never gone to conquer
Though we're oft put to the test
We spread our aid throughout the world
Trillions of dollars now in debt
Most of the countries run by capitalists
To compete with us, you bet
Less than one percent now hold the wealth
As we continue on the ride
They steer the Earth's economy
We're up against the rising tide
What the airplanes did that morning
In Pearl Harbor long ago
Was not as bad as is what's happening
In the world now, that we know
If we don't soon come together
To make sense of where we are
Our great country of America
Will be, at last, a fallen star
UNTIL I'm COMPLETE
In view I can see all the things that make me, me. For the world to see is everything, my fight, my careers that will lead me, into the person that makes me, me.
I reach out and try to grab a hold of the things that make me complete, the things I feel, all the things that I hope to be. Feel my passion that lights up inside me, the beauty of living out your hopes and dreams.
If I hold my head high, high on self pride, I will miss out on the value of blessings that shape this life into a wonder of dreams. I am me.
The break from silence, the isolation, the ideas that spill over, the long thoughts of what if, what should be. The pounding of the heart, to let go, the victory of a lifetime, they will say it was me.
To love oneself, the hope of me, to be me. The unwillingness, time makes history, footprints to follow, I lead the way being me. I will give, I will show love to me. I am me.
You want me to hide my true self?
You want me to beg on my knees
Praying to a false God whom has left me alone
Insides multiple parasites that made me a demon?
A demon of hatred at the world and everyone
That called me a failure and a uncontrolled fiend?
(Evil laughterl
Hahaha made me laugh at that
Made me go deeper inside that cage where all
My demons rest until awaken from their slumber
A particular demon I talk in my dreams
"Kill them all! Kill them all who avoided you!"
You want me to hide my sadistic side
That made me enemy number 1?
Please grab a bible and go to Revelations
Because when my demons are release
Im bringing all religions down into bloody flames
All beliefs fall down into burning rains
Bodies of soulless beings creep into the destructive Earth
My anger will release a plague of disease
That cause multiple outrages and multiple bloodspots
Into everyone I had helped and saved
You want me to isolate myself
From being the best individual I'll become?
When those who feared my aggression
And sadistic side kept me away in multiple
Placements and made the term isolation
One with me
The one that wants to be successful,
Yet here you are wanting me to turn
Turn into the one thing I never want
To be again in my life
Kill me then if you want that;
Kill my kindness and turn it into rage;
Kill my happiness and turn it into anger;
Kill my kind-care nature and turn it into destruction;
Kill my angel side and turn me into my demon
Of being age 13
And see the carnage I'll release
Because at the end of the day
The number 1 hit list contestant I'll go after
Is the one who pushed me to that edge
And forced me to release my demon