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A crash of thunder wakened me
as I slept cradled in a tree.
There was fierce growling on the ground.
Something wicked circled around.
I saw the eyes of a beastie.
Its howling was a gruesome sound
Had a dog escaped from a pound
or from quarantine by a vet?
Its canine fangs became a threat
for this creature was a hellhound!
I quaked in fear and broke a sweat.
Deep despair, I began to fret
when deftly he started to climb.
From his drool, it must be mealtime.
Peed on myself; pants soaking wet!
Too young to die; not in my prime,
A ticking clock began to chime.
Can I be saved or tis my fate
to quench its thirst, its hunger sate?
I'm quickly running out of time!
He stares at me as if I'm bait.
My heart races with each pulsate,
hoping this is just a nightmare.
Open my eyes? I do not dare!
His snarling sounds much too irate.
I whispered in fervent prayer,
and slowly, I became aware
of something clawing at the beast,
and on his carcass he would feast.
'Twas the stench of a grizzly bear!
The sun was rising in the East
My brows, deeply furrowed and creased,
pondering the thought that remained,
one I have not yet ascertained...
what should matter the most, not least.
No answer that can be explained,
and no sense of it have I gained
as to why I slept in an oak,
and why my lips have never spoke
of the tree trunk that was bloodstained.
June 15, 2022
Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Oh, dear Cot, you have supported me steady
From my days of infancy to senility
All through life you are my close buddy,
In unrest, it is in you I seek tranquillity.
Sprawling on your chest, to what all places I wander
To dream’s never- never land where I gleefully meander
Whenever I long for a relaxing nap
Like a host, you wait for me with all hospitality
When darkness descends, invariably I come to your lap
And you wilfully extend your warm cordiality
You are a close companion and a loving friend
I cannot tell, with you, how much of my time I spend
Both in the mundane regularity of daily life
And in sickness and ill health, you are dearly cherished
After a day’s tedious toil, you give me instant relief
Thus, in umpteen ways, your presence is greatly relished.
Of all other furniture that make a house a home
You are the most valued in your quadruped form
March.4. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
A parakeet green that I named Eugene
and early in the mornings he will stir
chirping and flapping his wings in a blur.
It is quite a wild energetic scene . . .
I swear, I do not give Eugene caffeine
from this bird- I needed a silencer !
A parakeet green . . .
Lively and bouncy like a jumping bean
I cannot, his spirited joy- deter
and I am for sure no bird whisperer . . .
He gives kisses- and a love unforeseen!
A parakeet green . . .
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October 14, 2022
Poetry/Rondine/other/A Parakeet Green
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1494-335-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Rousing Rondine
sponsor, Jeff Kyser, Judged 11/21/2022
Third Place
He was known to be a carefree dandy
Once he got boozed up with brandy
Driving his new car
He felt flying in the air
He wailed, “The brake doesn’t come handy”
Because of over speed, broke the car’s tier
Hit it on a tree with a thud severe
Some people came running
They saw him screaming
In pain, he was springing in the air!
He was lifted up in an ambulance,
With scars all over his countenance.
Some accompanied him
Inside it was quite grim
He was kept under careful observance
Slowly he showed signs of improvement
On limp legs, there were signs of movement
When steadied in health,
Was sad on ill gotten wealth.
On wheels, resolved not to be negligent.
March.2.2022
Tall Tale 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Oh broom I could not do without
With so many uses more than clean a room
Lacking praise for versatility no doubt
Here is my ode to you, wonderful broom
When tidying needs to be a bit more fun
You are the tall microphone I sing with
Covered in scarves so many more than one
I sweep while rocking out like Aerosmith
Sweepin’ on the edge and broomie’s got a gun
You heard I clean in leather pants? That’s a myth….
Not only does the floor get clean as a whistle
You are the ultimate ceiling spider killer
(Except when they stay alive in your bristle)
The aftermath of that is a real spine chiller…
Far under the sofa you salvage lost toys
My dog sniffing and waiting not so patiently
Bum in the air hoping for the lost squeaking noise
Plus, in times of pretend jousting don’t you see
We beat that toilet plunger (life’s little joy’s)
Charging around you’re a perfect sword for me
When I forget to go and put you away
You’re a bridge to that eye-rolling joke we share
To mock your friends, point at you, laugh and say
“I see you parked your ride over there!”
A partner for dancing away gloom
While getting rid of dirt and dust
More enjoyable you make each room
In every house you are a must
So thank you my trusty broom
In broom, we trust :)
Feb 27, 2023
Ode Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as also the lows.
What at first grips my fickle attention,
are not books or photo albums stored therein
but rather thick layers of dust that cause tension
and so the trusty bookshelf welcomes my break-in,
hoping that I may learn from error of my neglect,
reforming lethargic habits and pick up a book
and by doing so, at least offer some respect,
even if it ends up as but a cursory look.
Oh worthy storehouse of knowledge,
I applaud your ability to serve with verve,
judging me not irrespective if I acknowledge
the comfort you provide, which I doubt I deserve
for although many a friend has come and gone
your stoic presence in my life is reassuring,
to elevate my mood if I become forlorn
and so your presence is my mooring.
23-February-2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
I’m mesmerized by the ocean.
Whether it’s almost silent and still
or thunderous and in turbulent motion,
I’m in awe and cannot get my fill.
The majesty of so vast a creation
overshadows each sight and sound
around me. During contemplation,
all else simply fades into the background.
Wading in its shallow, surging foam
is pleasurable, but I prefer
gazing at it from a distant cliff. When I’m home,
in my mind’s eye, the waves will stir.
I don’t have to sail the “ocean blue”
or know all the life that teems within
to be mesmerized by the magnificent view
of the ocean. Soon—I will see it again.
*"Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue" is the title of poem by Jean Marzolo.
November 27, 2021
entered in the Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
December 26, 2021
entered in A Strand (Dec 26) Poetry Contest
May 21, 2022
entered in the Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
June 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
He claimed to be a modern young person,
age-old beliefs out of his mind had gone,
but for one superstition
that got his full attention,
he was surprised it would soon take him on.
On a warm day as the sun melted dew,
he stepped out of home for job interview,
as he passed neighbor’s backyard
a black cat he saw chase birds,
it crossed his path before he had a cue.
Although he thought the interview went well,
he feared on his hope cat’s bad omen fell.
When the job offer he got,
searched for the black cat a lot
to present it a plate of mackerel.
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March 3, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : Tall Tales 1
Sponsored by : Jeff Kyser
The well-endowed temptress inspired the giant to think some wild thoughts.
Since she knew it, she did not intend to get anywhere near his cots.
The giant tried in vain to take his wild ideas and clot them with blots.
They were both fools in love but they did not know it yet!
The villagers made up all kinds of stories when they noticed the match.
They tore up each other’s ears with sordid tales of grab, kiss and snatch.
Soon these rumors were wafting around the village in a big gnarled batch.
Some even said the giant was the temptress’ pet!
You know how a lie can get tangled and twisted and blow in the wind?
Gossips were chasing new crazier ideas so hard, our ears were skinned.
Birds were running from the whispers, and the fishes’ flippers all grinned.
Most of the moldy rumors flying were sour and wet!
This is not rocket science, it is not truth, it is simply not right!
Stated a young lad whose character and morals were nice and tight.
We all need to apologize to the temptress and the giant tonight.
But they were squirreled away in a love-making net.
Written 4-30-2022
Contest: Tall Tales 2
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
A sign, slanted rays in mid-morning hour.
Opening of tomb
with power.
Before it spoke, was hidden in tree’s womb -
scar of wood,
in tandem two parts.
Much like the sign on Calvary - I AM
stained on splintered wood…
twining hearts.
Man’s substitute - in the thicket a ram.
Matthew 28:6, He Has Risen -
a sign that believes.
A prison
of florals, eggs, butterflies and green leaves.
A feast to
the soul of my eyes.
The circular pattern - the ring of life.
Tulips royal hue.
Wings arise.
What all long for - sign speaks of afterlife.
Most poignant the sign above bleeding lamb;
mine is uplifting.
Pounding bam -
character etched in wood, in this gifting.
A debate
of stencilled brush-light -
daffodils - orange and yellow, curved leaves -
blue-green shades, a fete.
Future bright.
Open eyes to the sign - this one believes.
2/28/2023
Write an Ode
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser