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Jo, Ryan asked, with curious eyes,
Where do you get these words that rise
Are you a poet, or is someone near
writing these verses you make appear
I smiled and said, They come from me,
from deep within, where thoughts run free.
Not always my story, not always my pain,
but lives I’ve observed, their joy, their strain.
I write not madness, nor a plea
just life observed, interpreted by me.
This weekend showed what truth can be:
that family’s love is the strongest key.
Though flaws may scar, though tempers rise,
blood is the bond that never dies.
I watched the little ones laugh and play,
no grudges held, no debts to pay.
They dance in circles, free of blame,
while we as adults forget the same.
So let us learn from children’s cheer,
to drop the weight we’ve carried here.
Forgive the wounds, release the past,
for love is the only thing that lasts.
Family matters through storm, through strife,
it is the heartbeat that shapes our life.
So cherish the moments, let grudges go,
don’t wait for loss to make you know.
Say what you feel while they’re still near,
hold them close while they are here.
Because life is short too fast, too cold,
and I love you” left unsaid is the heaviest hold.
Blood runs deeper than pride or pain
and once it’s gone, it won’t come back again
I live in a small pueblo where every day or so
my neighbours sweep the pavement to keep
their side of the road clean and pick up the litter
And I like Beppo the Street Sweeper in Momo
by Michael Ende who always has the time
to speak a kind word to his legendary mates
Never liked to litter with trash rubbish or garbage
but I have cast words and actions upon my fellows
sometimes in anger and others in vulnerable pain
and they need not forget forgive or reward me
for my apologies must not sanction me with a medal
‘Purple Heart’ for my own suffering through the offence
which became a junk yard for wrong actions and speech
Life is short and wasteful memories can be long
but a short ‘I am sorry’ does not do any harm
as long as its honest and not for scoring immaculate
points on a spread sheet of blemishes and deceit
From my door step I voice ‘Hola’ and ‘Que pasa?’
to the little old ladies with the curlers and brooms
Dettol in hand and staggering steps in their stride
and wish to put my failings into the recycling bin
sanitize with truthful acceptance of my part in a toxic
environment that needs a tidy up before it sticks
like dog poo on a foul conscience and reeks havoc
‘Disculpe’ and ‘Lo siento’ as a tiny ‘mea culpa’
is simply an offer of truce not a white shiny flag
of capitulation or forced armistice under duress
but Peace and social encounters are tough enough
even without grievances and self-righteous pride
I can’t turn into perfume and on some occasions
an ‘I beg your pardon’ was not granted the request
my appeal for friendship was rebuffed and thrown
straight back into my face with fierce vengeance
but more often than not a land fill site of regret was
granted a home for a sincere olive branch in the shelter
of simply doing the right thing as the best one can do
23rd May 2021
Happy Birthday Mom I miss you so much.
You are still in my heart, so we are never out of touch.
I can still hear your voice and see your sweet smile.
They say life is short, so maybe I’ll see you in a little while.
You are constantly in my thoughts and I am doing just fine.
It’s October the 8th so I thought I would drop you a quick line.
How’s my baby brother, is he keeping you on your toes?
How about those twins, I’m really curious to know?
I have doubled my years since you’ve left and gone home.
My family is close by so I am never alone
Thank you so much for giving me life
I thank God everyday that you were my father’s wife.
Long hours tick by, slow and cold
As petals drop, and beauty grows old
A few dying flowers, once full of grace
Now wilted, faded, without a trace
Of vibrancy, of life, of color bright
Leaving only memories, a distant light
The hours drag on, a relentless pace
As beauty fades, and time takes its place
Yet in the wilting, there's a strange allure
A poignant beauty, a fleeting allure
A reminder that life is short and sweet
And every moment, we must seize and greet
So let us cherish the flowers, dying though they be
And honor the hours, long and slow as they may be
For in their fragile beauty, we find a truth profound
That life is precious, and every moment, a treasure to be found.
Stubborn past
If you are young now
You are lucky
Life is short yet long
Be careful for what you wish for
So you don't build a
Stubborn past
Make good use of prime age
Make a better memory
Out of it
Have all your fun yes
But add moral value to it
It is hard to live in regret
This is not a lie
So when always you think
The world is yours
Never forget the
Stubborn past
Stubborn past
There are things you do
That you live to regret
All your life
With moral value
This things can be avoided
So parents despite
Your busy schedules
Give time to the young ones
They need to learn and grow
They are the future
Out there so many young ones
Don't care how they live
Alot grow with pains abuses and depression
So many are really afraid of their tommorow
Cos there past hurt
There up bringing create no deep impact
To their spiritual growth
Yes it hurt them alot
Cos from there young time
They knew not what they were doing
This is why I say pay attention to
Your young ones
If you truly love them
Help them to avoid the
Stubborn past
Dedicated to all parents
And all young souls
Richard nnoli
Dedicated to my wife Lilian
I’ll never forget the day I first kissed you,
Oh, how you blushed that first tender day,
How I whispered softly all I felt for you
And promised heaven would start on earth.
Look back my sweetheart and tell me true
If indeed my promises I have faithfully kept,
Don’t linger too long to answer, my cherished one,
I know I could never have disappointed you yet.
Did we not enjoy our honeymoon so full of enchantment?
Where music mesmerized us with melodious Mexican strains?
Served with food of finest, inimitable delicacies, satiated
Our appetite till we danced until the early hours of the day?
Then life’s humdrum came upon us, but we always laughed.
We went for walks and like newlyweds, we kissed and smiled.
Until as years rolled on, I got promoted and we could afford
A bigger house to fill with our dear little charming daughter.
And come what may, for I know life is short,
I will always maintain my vows and promises
I uttered with great sincerity on that lovely day
When we held hands and exchanged rings
And uttered that for us it was for better or for worse.
Still, if we had our lovely lives anew to start
You’ll always be right here in my heart.
If my happiness rides black horse for joy,
But your sadness takes my horse a calm beast,
Just to create enough scenes to play it toy...
It's glaring all is but a shameless feast.
Against their will,
What God fulfill...
Through life's uphill,
Keeps my goodwill.
If my doubt runs like a white horse for trick,
But your assurance takes my horse a snail...
Just to make pressure fall on struggling prick,
It's time certain impossible to trail.
Against their trick,
What shame flick...
Through threats click,
Grace silent quick.
If my choice sings loudly against your will,
But your take peeps my voice to mime pure you,
Just to have same perspective to stand still...
It's odd your wit lonely bothers off clue.
Against their deal,
What evil conceal...
Through love's ordeal,
Mercy dare reveal.
If life is short of your expectation,
But your chances are to build others taste...
Just to avoid cheap discrimination,
It's shameful but weird, your life is a waste.
Against their hope,
What anxiety rope...
Through dainty scope,
Faith's trial cope.
If death is for all; yes, life is for none
But living your dream is all for yourself,
Just wasting fighting strength on useless fun...
It's nothing to complain luck against elf.
Against their head,
What rumours spread...
Through lies... instead;
Truth gladly behead.
So, just kindly fall in love with moment...
Not justly whole to timing adjustment.
"Advice from Snowy the Snowman; avoid meltdowns,
be well-rounded and happy, because life is short.
Quote by _Constance
My view is a winter scene,
from my warm kitchen window;
sipping my morning cafe,
with a purring kitty on my lap !
Snowy was made from new snow,
on a perfect winter day;
creating him with a soul,
but this love is quite fragile and short !
Oh Snowy has a green scarf,
carrot nose, coal eyes, twig arms;
on his head a red bird chirps,
and a squirrel is eating his nose !
____________________
January 26, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Snowy The Snowman
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1424-637-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
My inspiration is Robert J. Lindley's Form,
Lind30SU (Lindley 30 Syllables Unrhymed 7,7,7,9)
Written for the Standard contest, A Poem Crafted in
The Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley Form
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 02/25/2022
First Place
Carpe diem ! Enjoy your present moment.
Stay dynamic to feel life in every limb
Listen to the sweet tweets of birds at dawn.
Sense the beauty and fragrance of blossoms.
Soothing breeze is blowing ! Seize the day.
Look at shivering of shy leaves on touch of wind.
Reminiscing thrill of your first soft kiss.
Romance in love to ripple in your heart.
Honour your today, as gift of your life
Tomorrow you may think on tomorrow.
What will , will be : Future not to see.
Life is short ! Every moment to utilise.
Not to lose a day, time is precious,
flowing for ever , not to rewind.
Life does not run as continuous function
but a collection of discrete chapters.
Life is nothing
without someone to
share it with
Dreams and goals are
nothing but a myth
to live with when
you walk the path of
life alone
Like a stone it's
dropped into your
pocket
And there it weighs
on you and brings
you down
And the misery will
make you drown
In the paint
dripping off the
face of a clown
And the only sound
you'll hear is next
to the ground
And a slow and
steady, tic-toc,
tic-toc, tic-toc,
And like mice we'll
all shudder while
being beaten
By the hands of the
clock because we
know life is short
And life means
nothing without
someone to share it
with
Because we're
fragile beings in
search of acceptance
False mints popped
into the mouth of a
giant
To give his mouth
some better scents
And maybe that giant
is God
And maybe that giant
is the devil
But we can't sit in
the palm of the
giant alone
And hope for
salvation when
damnation is
knocking at the door
And I do so abhor
the idea of being
eaten alone
It's never too late
to atone for the
blown opportunities
Because we're all
one in the same and
it's a damn shame
If we're always
playing this game on
solo
How could life get
so low
But we know that
there is a golden
pathway just waiting
for us to take
But we've got to
push away the hands
of the giant
Because with our
combined strength we
can change the world
One footstep at a
time, one smile at a
time, one friendship
at a time
A heart to heart
love that can never
be ripped apart
This is our chance
to make a new start
and realize life is
beautiful
And that beauty is
something we need to
share
Because life is
there we just need
somebody to share it
with