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Intro
Clowns drive a Camaro and the World is full of clowns/
By the end of 2023, Camaro’s will run the town/
Even the clown haters wanna join the Camaro line/
Back to back to back we about to tear the circus down/
Verse One
Clowns drive a Camaro, and drive them super fast/
Put the pedal to the metal, and you can hear the blast/
These average Joe clowns I just honk and bypass/
Like an early morning meal, they hit the brake fast/
I like the colors loud, so I can broadcast/
But you can only see the white walls when I fly past/
I keep open containers because I drive DWI/
But I’m focused tunnel vision and I got an Eagle eye/
Camaros hug curves like a hip and thigh/
And the sound of the engine, can sing a lullaby/
I rock exotic stickers, so I can signify/
That I’m a true clown so you should turn a blind eye/
Driving a thousand miles with my mind preoccupied/
A recipe for destruction, purely suicide/
All of my cars, fly swift as a sparrow/
I guess that’s the reason clowns drive a Camaro/
Verse Two
Camaros represent the struggle and represent the hustle/
When it comes to a Camaro it’ll be hard to out-muscle/
It’s not too luxury, but luxury enough/
You have never seen a Camaro that is built Ford tough/
Paint job butternut, seats coconut/
And it’s only fine leather sitting under my bottom/
I play my metal loud so the six-twelves hit/
And the six by nines tick and I keep at least six/
All the ladies love my car they all wanna ride/
IF they really wanna get in, then it’s do or die/
I can drive through a storm and it won’t get wet/
And I use jet fuel because my car a super jet/
I fly by Hellish they say I have a death wish/
But I’m a Hellish clown, so it do me no justice/
Everybody tip their hats, when I ride by/
And when this song drop, Camaro sales will multiply/
Look all around, what do we all see
The world seen so young is it what we believed it to be
For this is a world that grows with mans time
It's now a ticking clock with destruction it's chime
It beggars belief that it's so full of hate
If it exists will we ever reach heavens gate
So many people in power determine our tomorrows
They lie when they get there, growing rich from our sorrows
Citizens who are ailing have to pay for their care
Whilst the vultures in high towers, just look down and stare
Children in pyjama's fight endless needless wars
What in the hell are we fighting them for
Gun culture and drugs, knife crime seems the passion
Our kids our future, it's now their neighbourhood fashion
The more our borders we keep open, it dilutes what we share
Many queue's we will stand in, in gape open stare
The answers are out there if they just open their eyes
And if they achieve it, well then this is their prize
We need much more than the thoughts from our hearts
If anyone is out there, help us humans restart
Everyday I look around, and from what I see
Hell ain't a bad place to be
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-12.php
In the twilight hour we are by the window,
open to the hues of the fading horizon,
and to the breeze of the departing day,
see the sky shimmer with the last glow
of the setting sun at the edge of night.
Its cascading torrent of flare floods your face,
flushing still with the touch of belonging,
we carried together this far in entwined hearts.
We haven’t counted the steps on the sands of time,
but the frilled footprints I see etched in mind,
yours beside mine, pacing all the way side by side,
where we are now in the serene shade of sated time.
Sparkling streams of amorous moonbeam
surge with azure momentum of ardent fervor
through the window we keep open to the sky,
spread mystique tapestry of trance on your eyes,
where I see a seamless sea form for me
to sail across the ebullient tides of time,
reach the distant shore suffused with your scent,
where my first red rose to you kissed your lilac lips,
and we made demure dreams of togetherness.
The dreams brought us to where we are now
in the lengthening shadow of lingering yearning.
August 21, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (25), Any Form Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
In the twilight hour waning by the window,
open to the hues of the eventide horizon,
and to the breeze of the departing day,
the sky shimmers with the last glow
of the sun setting at the edge of the indigo night.
Its cascading tang caresses your face,
flushed with the touch of our togetherness,
we carried this far crimped in the entwined hearts.
We haven’t counted the steps
upon the sliding sands on the coast of time,
but the frilled footprints I see engraved plumb in mind,
yours beside mine, etched side by side, all the way
where we're now in the serene shade of eternity.
As the feral winds of desire blow away
the howling clouds, split by the distant thunder,
the pearlescent streams of amorous moonbeam surge
with the azure momentum of ardent fervor
through the window I keep open to the sky,
spread the mystic tapestry of trance on your eyes,
where I see a seamless sea form for me
to sail on the ebullient waves of longing,
reach the fervent shore suffused with your scent,
where my first red rose to you will kiss your lilac lips.
I’ll hear the rhapsodic thrum of dreams,
carried by the waves of ecstasy, we won’t count,
see the pearls of passion spread
on the lengthening shadow of yearning.
April 4. 2021
Contest : Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
Sponsor : John Hamilton.
Keeping your mind,
healthy and open
and taking that big step
through the opportunity door;
you’ll find going up,
the career ladder, easy.
It’s not always easy,
to keep and open mind.
Going straight up
the ladder, opens
many possibilities; open doors
lay at the top, of the steps.
You may not be taking steps;
the climb up so many floors, is not easy.
The illusive door
of the human mind,
is hard to keep open.
Mind locks itself up.
Go ahead, limb on up,
take those steps;
many opportunities will open
and it will be easy,
for your mind,
to open its own door.
When elevators close their doors
and they glide slowly up;
as you get off, mind
your first foot step.
You’ll find it very easy,
any door to open.
The world is full of, open
opportunity doors.
You’ll find an easy
path, as you gradually rise up.
No one wants to go, back a step;
that thought alone, can open any clam shelled mind.
Secure files open, with a code, quite easily.
Through many a doorway; you’ll advance your steps.
Climbing success’s ladder upwards; is simply an act, of the mind.
And a thousand birds chant harmoniously, shrill and vibrant,
Bringing spring to forest creatures and urban dwellers;
Come out, come out and breathe the air,
Drink in the azure sky and the golden sun.
Every tree is bright and fresh and standing tall,
Flowers are uncurling and uncoiling in the warmth and light;
Go down to the deep sea and listen to the waves crashing and roaring,
Hold hands and skip along the beach young lovers.
In my kitchen garden the hummingbirds have returned,
Just look at those whirling, twirling wings;
Keep open and uncluttered all the windows and let the breeze in,
Let us leave memories and thoughts of winter winds behind.
Moonbeam evening and sun bright morning promenades are ours,
Nothing is more enjoyable than the perfume of spring to make us hum;
Oh, my heart has been weary waiting,
Put away all winter things.
Quietly bends down a weeping willow tree in the park,
Rest below the shady branches all the day and dream your dream;
Soft like velvet is the grass upon the cheek,
The meadow blossoms within our dream are calling us to come.
Up and down the fields we run like children again,
Valleys lush and emerald green for miles and miles and miles;
Winter snow and chills are gone,
Xmas yuletide is but a distant memory now.
Yes, oh sweet spring has finally arrived,
Zest, joy, happiness and delight is ours to enjoy.
______________________________
February 14, 2015
Poetry/Abecedarian/Oh Sweet Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-759-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Abecedarian,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 03/2015
Second Place
Beyond the comprehension
of but one segmented soul
Lies the one intention
of the source to make us whole
Growing and all knowing
for us al to be a part
Each of us determines
how we recognize its start
How in the beginning
if there was one to believe
Wouldn’t we be grinning
with that knowledge up our sleeve
For some it’s God or Universe
Intelligence for sure
For some it’s not a rhyme or verse
there’s nothing to explore
For me, I keep open mind
respecting others’ claims
I just know I’m glad I’m here
not worried by the names
1/25/23
COUPLET
After a couple of Tequila Sunrise
so I swap my drink that'll keep open my eyes
so I had a glass of Kahlua and cream
that's a blunder as I fell into a dream
INNER RHYME
I awoke that felt like a cape of good dope
morning sun I think of myself as undone
but what finds me amiss is what all of this
all awry the land slants slights but not the sky
END RHYME
No matter where I roam sand sea smells like home
glad I be if it's true but sad though I knew
a place that's all new naught a place where I grew
I walk and I moan knowing I am alone
RHYME
Flowers of blinding beauty scents that steal souls
sandy beaches where surf surges and tides ebb
eddibles and delectables island naturals
but minus the faces I know ease my schlep.
I was grateful for the love of family and friends
But I was longing to hear your voice just once again
Then I came upon a box that I had not seen
There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’
I would recognize that handwriting anywhere
It was from you, my beloved my dear
I carefully opened it--not knowing what I would see
The box opened easily without a need for a key
I peered into the box
At first, I was a bit confused
Was this one of your jokes?
Or were these things really to be used?
There were:
Glasses – to help me to look for the best
A blindfold – to assist me in overlooking the rest
Some glue – to remind me not to be broken apart
A doorknob – to keep open the door to my heart
A glove – to incite me to offer a hand when I observe a fall
A ladder – to provide me with the vision to help others stand tall
I closed the box but promised to open it again
Whenever I missed the voice of my mentor and friend
From beneath the patina of the rusted times
on the surface of the marooned mind
I uncover a buried pathway in the dusty memory
on which the tormented thoughts travel backward
to the deserted room, its peeling walls pasted with
pieces of frosted mirror of the shattered past,
still hanging uncared in dust.
The last rays of the setting sun
enters the room through the window I keep open
to the twilight when all the faces I once knew
dissolve in the flushing gleam of the dying day
but for the one that glows like the crimson sun unset,
the descending night hasn’t yet shrouded in oblivion.
I see a pair of pensive eyes with frozen drops of tear
poised unshed on the eyelid petals, looking at me
the forlorn way they did when I left her for good
in the dusk a long time ago.
That time hasn’t yet lost its way
in the meandering memory lane, her fragile face
appears unushered so often on the broken mirror
of my desolate mind that reflects tiny drops of tear
in the deserted corner of her pleading distant eyes
I want to forget.
October 5, 2018