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Oh, how my aching heart still pines for you-
as many years without you, have now gone.
A perfect friend you were, devout and true-
that love I always could depend upon.
As many years without you, have now gone,
I feel your love is still within my heart.
That love I always could depend upon-
it lingers as an ache when feelings start.
I feel your love is still within my heart,
although I cannot hold you anymore,
it lingers as an ache when feelings start-
the absence of the sight of you- deplore.
Although I cannot hold you anymore,
a perfect friend you were, devout and true-
the absence of the sight of you- deplore.
Oh, how my aching heart still pines for you.
April 24, 2021
Contest: Ache
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)
When someone CALLED me very dumb
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB
I never played those CHILDHOOD games
That's no reason to CALL me names
CLEARLY, they all have picked on me
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see
I go to a COUNSELOR, now
To CURVE the way I think, somehow
All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill
I just needed a CARING friend
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end
Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why
My CHOSEN words, with my last breath
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death
C Form-Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
1/15/2022
Shadow of Dreams
Look at this HOUSE – shadow of dreams
Of hands once strong with hope –
This empty shell echos
Dreams once dreamed
Where promise once sat
On a PORCH decorated
With swings sheltered by FERNS
Hung from a ROOF and eaves
Of gingerbread trim
Surrounded by a GARDEN
With a gate – a DOOR with a glass ROSETTE–
A WINDOW into a life
Discarded like a broken jar
Preserving faith like rows of jams and jellies –
A windowpane framed by shredded lace
Of shattered wishes
Littering a desolate STAIRCASE
Leading up to barren emptiness -
Where cobwebs ensnare careless visitors
In the turret named despair – my newest friend –
Trapped as a prisoner of shame –
Lonely sorrow and regrets –
Living in desolation -
Bones bare to unforgiving waves of heat
Ragging wilderness hurricanes -
All I see is life flowing out of me
In my poor dwelling place
Yet,
A new breath of WHISPERS
Calls creaking footsteps -
Seek out a musty cellar corner
Set on a foundation unfailing
Where the heart beats - a steady rhythm –
A single lantern light still lives –
Holding the key
To restoration
Of this old home.
7-15-20
Decaying Old House Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
I watch the news on television
from my safe Canadian city (for now)
and see the unbelievable destruction
by Russia on a peaceful country
and I hate what I am seeing
Putin is surely an evil man
then, I listen to the President
of Urkaine talking from Kyiv and I weep
Volodymyr Zelensky is a brave man
though his life is in danger
he speaks up for his people
stays and pleas for help from NATO
and countries of the world
I am humbled by his courage
and the courage of the Ukraine people
Russians (Putin) want to crush Ukraine
kill soldiers and ordinary brave men fighting
elderly people, woman, children
and even babies, what kind of heartless man
does this to a peaceful sovereign
country, it is heartbreaking and painful
bombing, shelling, shooting innocents
I am ashamed of my country and
all countries and NATO for just
standing by, refusing to a No Fly
to Ukraine skies (oh yeah they are afraid
of WW3) what makes them think
Putin will stop at destroying Ukraine
his eyes are dead, his face is dead
his heart is stone, do they really think
he will stop at capturing Ukraine
as Satan is in his ear ...
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March 17, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Kyiv
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-458-17
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance LaFrance
Written for the Standard contest, Kyiv
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged04/17/2022
You have to add kibble and mice and things that have fur,
This was added by my cat friend, Mrs. Not So Demure.
And we have to have feathers, don’t forget that!
This was said by her persnickety friend, Mr. All About Cat.
I am a dog, and do not take my orders from the like.
I ran down the street and chased a boy on a bike.
I would add a bone to my poem, and something to chew.
Yes, my poem would have something fun to bite my teeth into.
A skunk came out of nowhere and gave me a flash.
My eyes are now all watery, and the stench is so brash!
I cannot see the paper, so cannot write anything at all.
I guess I’ll leave it to the cats; this skunk sure had some gall!
Written 6-05-2022
Contest: Personification Pets Talking Poetry
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Music of My Soul
The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.
The sounds of earth…
Earth music arranges magic stanzas in perfusion
Lively scherzos in the keys of mysteries
Then reverberates in paschal hues of dawn to dusk ablution.
To scent the shades of pastel pitch silvery
The music of my soul
Revolving earth resolves discordant tones of atonality
To ever sing new scores out of seclusion
Paeans, chants, in deep river waterfalls drumming reality
In rumbling fault zones that move to nascent conclusion
The sounds of earth….
Earth music hums in timorous rotation diffusion
To resound in the harmony of celestial jubilees
Tuned, tuned into, tremulous tones in suffusion
Like a tuning fork of vibrating seasons energy.
The music of my soul
The earth ever writes solos of meadows carefree
Sunlight’s bright vibratos escape occlusion
In the fragrance of fragrant harp strings harmony
Plucked like wildflowers of whispering flutes inclusion
The sounds of earth…
Earth music performs the music of my soul without delusion
Grace notes, once in the grip of apathy,
Voice the sweetness of cricket canticles without intrusion
In the symphony of my soul’s hymnary.
8-9-22 Form - Rondeau Redouble
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone.com
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired R Forms
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Theme Chosen #4 The Sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul
Those totally consumed with self
don’t view the world through humane eyes.
Ambition is not wrong, they feel.
To strive to reach the top is wise.
True narcissism goes beyond
mere drive to have the best in life.
It smothers all esteem of others*
and blinds them to another’s strife.
For those who worship self and gain,
it takes a great catastrophe
or else, for some, a still small voice*
to shake them so the truth they’ll see.
With ego shorn and now reborn,
the rescued start to see the light.
Their love for others resurrects.*
They help the challenged in their plight.
They still want to acquire the best,
but self is not their lone concern.
To be supreme in our own eyes
is simply wrong. This, all should learn.
entered in the Ego Shorn Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Received NA on July 14, 2022
December 3, 2022
Contest: Writing Challenge-X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance Placed 1st
Dreamlike,
So surreal my dream
I am floating in mid-air
Falling from my inter realm
A flying soul so ethereal
Felt ever unreal
I am amazed and in a hazy state
What is my faith
I'm falling to a new space
In another scheme a violent dream
I was asleep to the shadowy streams
Again floating me emerging sedated
Awakening
Subconscious now fully arose
And my cardinal state
For longer I meditate
Wait! crackling brights of light flames
Flooring soaring high stills feels like I'm dreaming
Flame circulate in my room
Of my home
Through the doorway appeared essence and fears
Am I at Hell's gate
Imaginary my fate
Fire scape
Wither free falling in space
Twixt heavens Glory and Gates
DreamLike state?
Questioning myself
Am I free falling floating to heaven
Or am I awakened eyes blazing lying in hell
Shall I awaken in this beautiful yet scary trancelike wake
I am, I was in a dreamlike state
5/31/21
2nd place Placement in Contest
For Writing Prompt Dreamlike Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Grey Ghosts of the Sea
Mysterious mammals –
Grey ghosts of the sea –
Gliding between shore and ocean
Seafaring playful guardians –
Following strong currents –
Smiling whimsy – sea clown with fins
Leaping up in greeting -
Gymnasts of the sea –
Sometimes flipping in somersaults
Singing shanty sea songs -
Clicking squealing lyrics–
Echoing in the sea’s trenches
Close families of pods –
Jesters surfing on waves -
Travels oceans and seven seas
Neptune’s playmates frolic -
Gleaming silver satin –
Delicate skin can get sunburned.
Wond’rous bright eyed creatures –
Guardians of grace –
I dream of riding on their backs.
8-20-21
Contest: Writing Prompt Oceans or Seas
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
My laptop is a very pretty shade of purple,
I open her top gently and dust off her keys;
Calmly I press the start key and wait patiently,
And I wait patiently composed in myself and full of hope.
I am humming when at last I am connected,
The internet is before me and I am on my way;
And then it happens, "internet connection lost,"
Oh gosh and darn it I start the whole process once again.
And again and again I try but not quite so calmly,
Okay finally here we go I am on my way to creating;
On my way to poetry soup and to writing a poem,
And then it happens, "poetry soup is not responding."
I am ready to throw the computer out the window,
I scream at my laptop, "your usefulness is used up;"
Off I go to have a tea and to smooth my feathers,
Kitty has been watching me and decides to give it a whirl.
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March 22, 2015
Poetry/Light Poetry/Patience
Copyright Protected, ID 03-656-205-22
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance LaFrance
Written for the Standard contest, Computer Poem Contest
sponsor, Carol Eastman, Judged 2015
First Place
Featured poem week of 05/05/2019.