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Like tipper tapping tiny feet toddling
I watched your mirriard of droplets
stream down my car window
Night sky like the backdrop of a show
and the lightning strikes adding to the mood of the performance
where ordinarily it might highlight or cast creepy shadows
Several crashes of thunder the only sound affects
breaking the deathly silence you could have sliced through
Stormy air and the countless hairs
of the body anticipating action
was the change in atmosphere of any such production
Yet for all the familiarity of yet another down turned weather front
something was amiss
I sat there trying to will my merry-go-round world to stop
to let me off and set me free once more
that I might strike out loose and run wild once more
like a horse loose of the reigns widly galloping away
alas I couldn’t budge
just sat their frozen to my seat
despite needing my home comforts around this hour
Knocking every ounce of confidence from me
breaking me to a point
where my tears were but one with the evenings downpour
No chocolate or ice-cream treats for pick-me-ups
nor interval for refreshment here
which would have been at least a little concillation
No, right now the world stood still
as our relationship played over from start
until someone knocked on the glass
concerned as to whether or not I was alright
Black and boggle eyed from wet mascara and numerous tears
like something out of a horror film
I turned to see who dare break this spell
Nodding to say I was fine
but not stupid they could see far from it
They pulled me out into secure arms
You could have been anyone
but you were gentle and understanding
A raging fire warmed by chilled bones
with simple hot sweet tea and the warmth of a blanket
your eyes soaked me in drawing out my story
you listened intently
I poured out my soul
You drank me in
Bringing me out of myself
you turnd so much sadness to humor
putting another chapter of life to bed
opening another as day broke through
I am now thankful for what passed
for without that part of life
we might never be making our own sweet music
creating future ambition and drive
Nesting and nestling as one together
Souls on one ship we sail new seas
In the winter of my mind
my heart remains frozen,
memories sweet still unwind
love long forgotten.
Oh, how I remember
such romantic sunsets,
when we held the moon
in enchanting embrace!
Something did sway
as love soon blossomed,
and left my ambiance
recklessly abandoned.
Flowers in my heart
will curl up and die,
if not awakened soon
by a vibrant butterfly.
Don't come knocking
if you don't wish to stay,
don't hurt my feelings,
mean what you say.
Bring back the persona
that once gleamed,
burning fire in your flame
that has since dimmed.
I see your silhouette
longing for passion,
I'll open the door
if I see true compassion.
Arrive at the sundown
to whisper in my air,
like the nocturnal moth
circles the moonflower.
You'll need to reignite
visions that fell apart,
to thaw frozen feelings
and wake up my heart.
Placed 3rd
October, 17, 2017
Wake Up My Heart
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
LIFE, AS I KNOW IT
Life is really a series of ups and downs,
like riding a roller coaster, rough, uncertain.
There are always cross roads in your life.
You can choose the one mostly or the one
less travelled; although you don’t have a clue
what you would come across on either of them.
Why not make your own trail for you have your
own life path and you do not have to follow what
others took before you, so go where there is no
road, make your own path, trail for others to follow.
Life, as I know it, can be bitter and sweet.
Yes, bitter when everything coming your way
seems harsh knocking you down, like an
unpredictable storm, so turbulent throwing
you down and out and shakes you up and
you go spiraling down in the darkness or
you get up again and again until you find
your footing to follow the light, out of the
darkness with unbreakable faith and hope.
And yes, life sweet life that you always desire
can take place when everything seems all right.
You feel wonderful, delightful, joyous when
there is nothing to worry for everything is
incredibly working out your way; although
it is just temporary for nothing is permanent.
Yet, you hold on to sweet memories of the
sweetest times or moments of your life so
dearly, tenderly for the rest of your life.
10/14/21 Let's Mix It Up Poetry
Constance La France
Theme: #3
Final Form: Free Verse
Rest your weary eye's my love
And sleep a thousand beauty winks
On this the longest day
For i am here to wipe away should
you shead a tear
Lulaby, lulalby a lulaby of feather down
To consecrate your crown
What temprate bliss you radiate
whilst peacefully at sleep
It's almost as if butterflies and
fluffy bunnies are jealous from afar
But rest assured when im forced through my own weariness to
go to bed myself
I'll leave your bedroom door wide
ajar and sleep with one eye open
Just incase you may awaken
from your slumber and wonder
where i've gone
I promise you, i promise you
i will never stray anything
but baby steps away from you
again my love
But stopping short of wrapping you
in cotton wool i know what else
to do
To shelter you from the wicker
world outside our home peeping
through the window curtains
and knocking at our front door
The silence was shattered - a knock at my door,
A sound most profane I had not heard before.
It echoed and deepened, it pounded the floor,
And my soul cried for silence - the blessed old lore.
The clock whispered softly - a quarter past four,
It's ticking, a heartbeat, that haunted me more.
Each knock was a whisper, each sound was a sore,
Each echo a shadow that crept to my core.
"Begone!" I bellow, "disturb me no more! My patience grows thin - my spirit is sore, I carry the steel that speaks with a roar, so silence thy madness - and darken my door!"
The rapping then ceased, and calm filled the air,
I tread through the hall with a ghost - ridden stare.
My heart, though it stilled, felt heavy with care - for no one was waiting, and no one was there.
Yet faint in the hush of the midnight's dark shore,
Came softly - so softly - the knocking once more
Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)
Ala Goofus and Gallant
highlights my diametrically
divergent alter egos
always the reserved
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow
circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually bullish
under bated breath
otherwise submissive
internalizing fury and rage
relentlessly lambasted
daily school bus ride
analogous highway to hell,
thus envisioned monstrous physique
linkedin to superpowers...
whereby giant beastie boy
within scrawny nerd
visiting jocular comeuppance
bopping "jocks" on their beanies
with rotten tangerines
(Tom Lehrer would be proud)
knocking senseless nasty brutes
gleefully pummeling rapscallions
casually, heroically avenging
purging immediate threat
while smugly jauntily
relishing carefree blessed awesome
fistpumping air joyous ride
duplicating bad ass daring
do dexterously doubling
(wishful) dream come true
one prior pipsqueak - yours truly
punishing pestiferous classmates,
who sadistically doled
out daily dose,
non USDA approved
cavalier fierce injustice
taken aback when mine knuckles
compress hoodlums opprobrious
wicked yakking (actually silenced)
fountainhead spewing toxins
exuberantly effusively ebulliently
cleaning principle ringleader's clocks
at long last
traumatizing measure for measure
antagonistic arch nemesis
inflicting insufferable torment
once passively quaffed ruffians threats,
now all's well that ends well,
no matter yours truly expelled
forever pleasantly humming
merrily merrily, merrily,
merrily, imagined life
tis but a dream.
I’m drowning.
I’m getting pulled under.
I can feel the water slowly filling my lungs
as I scream for help,
but that scream is muffled by the crashing waves,
crashing into me
and knocking me off my feet.
I can’t get back up.
These waves are too strong,
and I feel the weight that I carry on my shoulders
shoving me under,
keeping me down.
This weight is too much.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep gasping for air.
The water is in my eyes.
I can’t see straight.
I can’t think straight.
I don’t know which direction is up or down.
I gasp for air,
but all that I inhale is pain.
At this moment,
I decide to stop fighting the tide.
I release my breath for the last time
and give myself to the sea.
I sink without struggle.
The thrashing slows.
The sea grows quiet.
I watch the light leave from above—
and it’s peaceful.
But then I feel a new tide.
It’s different.
I realize it’s not coming from the sea around me.
It’s coming from myself.
I suddenly see all the people I care for,
the people who care for me.
I suddenly see my childhood,
all laid out in front of me like a storybook.
I see my room.
My cozy room.
The room I felt safe in.
The room I spent so much time in.
The room where I stood in front of the windows posing for a picture,
holding up a stupid peace sign with my fingers when I was seven
seeing my room for the first time.
I see my stuffed animals—
my stuffing-filled fabric
that I can’t sleep without.
And I see my parents,
who worked so hard for me to have a good life.
I can’t let this tide take me yet.
Oh how much I just want it to take me—
but I can’t.
I need to keep fighting.
Fighting this horrible current, these horrible waves.
I need to keep fighting this horrible sea
from the outside
that’s trying to seep its way in.
This tide coming from in me pulls me up.
This tide pulls me up from the waist,
and I’m so weak,
I let it take me.
This tide pulls me off the bathroom floor
and takes the pills out of my hand.
And I keep fighting.
I keep fighting the current.
I keep fighting the waves.
And now—
I carry the sea within me.
But I no longer feel as if I am drowning.
We’re not friends,
but we’re not enemies.
Sometimes the sea turns on me,
but never like before.
I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.
Over the meadows wild the north winds fly-
making all the small white daisies tremble,
Summer is knocking- Spring I say goodbye;
I do enjoy hot steamy days blissful,
and bright red roses hanging so graceful;
and butterflies in my garden jungle.
All the trees lay down their emerald gowns-
there is a great whirling of gold and red,
all the Fall leaves are now crinkled browns;
migrating birds fly high with their wings spread,
and rain is falling on my garden dead;
and Winter is coming soon- that I dread.
How pretty the first filigree snowflakes,
soon, I will be making Christmas fruitcakes!
______________________
January 20, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-650-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Who Is Your Neighbor
From San Francisco streets in 1984, there came a stranger, knocking on our door.
Reuben was well known by all in the neighborhood, and from us, he wanted food.
Reuben kept coming day after day; he was always hungry, with not much to say.
Dirty, smelly, and tough to be around; tall, thin, and could use a few pounds.
The Christmas Season was fast approaching, and everyone got busy, shopping and rushing.
Reuben spent his Christmas alone and cold.
We decided that year to play a special role.
On Christmas day, Reuben sat with our family.
We all ate and shared our gifts most happily.
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for we will always remember
two birds who shared a vicious story.
causing havoc and destruction
to our memory
our hearts and our glory.
Visions of falling figures
jumping in desperation
for they had no freedom.
Crossing over to the light
knocking on heaven's door
known as His Kingdom.
Courageous men in uniform with badges,
and some with firehoses and axes
are now missing in action.
And as the chain of events unraveled
this mountain of blazing thunder
opens my heart
to voices from up under.
I come to you, in honor of these brothers,
with great gratitude and respect.
for they took a vow
to honor, serve and protect.
for on this tragic day of events
we all lost a mother,
a father,
a sister,
a brother,
a friend,
and a partner.
who's never been more honored.
for I am the voice speaking out to you
on this day.
Wishing you the very best.
needing to show our support,
love and respect.
but time is of the essence,
now can we bow our heads,
close our eyes
and pray...
Father,
We are all here to celebrate
and to commemorate a treasure
we found in our brothers.
for this is a simple thank you,
for the gift of hope.
for this is the rope
that gave us all
a choice to grieve and cope.
may you continue to bless our heroes,
until we meet again.
With love,
signed...
THE VOICES FROM UP UNDER
Amen.