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I have a good-looking piano
I have a splendid kitchen…
overflowing with fruit
I have a wonderful future
to look forward to
I have a hearts for
harmonizing with my sister;
my voice sounds like a flute
I have a couple of guitars…
but no drums to pound on
I have tons of songs to write…
for you
I have a decent apartment –
a family-oriented environment
I have drawings all over the place…
hanging up on my walls
I have an awesome summer
to set my mind on
Ha-ha,
but unfortunately,
I have to stay busy with my mowing job…
But I won’t have time
to laze around and sob!
I need to stay true
to my schedule…
No time for summer school…
thank the Lord Almighty ~
No time to horse around…
Oh no!
No time to act naughty ~
I have a room
I share with my bro…
BUT he plays his rap music too loud,
Yah know?
I have a trillion poems to organize
I’m lacking motivation fuel
Every day,
I want to be satisfied with what I have
and I refuse to feel unhappy
Every day,
I always long for
more confidence to exterminate my negativity
Every single day,
I have to admit that
I can get stubborn at times
Almost every night,
I search for the answers…
In prayer,
I seek for my
Deliverance from Egypt
Help me stay focus and be equipped
Or I’ll be outstripped
Or…whipped
I have a virtuous, marvelous God
Who crafts miracles?
Who gives everyone blessings that deserve it?
Who delivers people out of Egypt?
Who listens and answers to our supplications?
Who is the Father of us all?
Is it God? – Yes
I have a long-term goal
That sticks to my brain like brain tissue
I have a family who taught me how to sing
Who taught me
The difference between what’s right
And what’s wrong
I have a million things to do…
Invigorating ideas shimmers anew
Ideas for the summertime…
Lists of things to do to keep myself busy
At least I have some friends and family
to spend time with 24/7 –
That’s what I call
True Heaven
I’m thirsty for assurance
I’m hungry for reverence
I’m hoping to be of your assistance
Not your adversary…not your encumbrance…
But, I’m sick of playing the fool –
I’m probing for His acceptance
I’m yearning for my independence,
not your vengeance…not your eloquence…
I want to be as constructive as a handy tool
I was in the mood
for a real page-turner.
My bibliophile friend
handed me a book of white-knuckle suspense.
"Read this! It's quite a doozy!," she promised.
And she wasn't lying....
I blew off many a phone call,
filed away my to-do lists,
prioritized book above all hobbies,
yadda yadda.....
I was surprised how fast I got to
the final chapter.
Alas, I didn't get to close the book.
Not yet anyway...
A surprise I never anticipated, you see.
Ugh, never have I
groaned so loudly in my life!
Jane knew I'd come to her
confused, demanding an explanation....
"Hey, is this your idea of a practical joke?", I asked.
She guffawed her "Yes,"
handing me
the last page she tore out.
Silly gal, best believe I'll get her back.....
As the clock strikes twelve, we cheer and shout,
New Year’s here, let’s figure it out!
With hopes in our hearts and dreams in our eyes,
We scribble resolutions, aiming for the skies.
**To exercise more**—that’s the classic goal,
Running each morning, feeling the soul.
*But after a week, the couch calls my name,*
“Just one more episode, it’s all part of the game!”
**Eat healthier too,** I vow with a grin,
Fruits and veggies, let the clean eating begin!
Yet somehow, pizza whispers sweet in the night,
“Just one little slice, it’ll be alright!”
**Read more books,** I say, stacking them high,
Pages waiting patiently, oh my, oh my!
But Netflix beckons with a binge-worthy show,
"Just one episode," then I’m lost in the flow!
My cat thinks she’s royalty, perched on her throne,
While my dog dreams of chasing squirrels—oh, how he’s grown!
The hamster’s plotting escape with a twitch of his nose,
Each day’s a new circus, with antics that pose.
Click, click, add to cart, oh what a fun spree!
“Just one more gadget, it’s perfect for me!”
But then comes the package—what’s this? A surprise!
Not what I ordered, but it’s a good size!
Oh, to-do lists piled high, like mountains of dread,
“I’ll start right now!”—then I’ll just rest my head.
A deadline’s a whisper, but Netflix is loud,
Procrastination’s my friend; I wear it like a shroud.
I have experienced many deaths in my life,
and have found an unfathomable strength;
dwelling within and that has made the difference,
so, I keep memories in my heart but keep going.
I do my part to prevent climate warming,
and have hope if we all work together;
to control the garbage and keep oceans clean,
so, working to make a difference keeps me going.
People in my life are very important to me,
family, friends and even random people;
when out and about, a hello and smile is free
it costs me nothing to do and keeps me going.
Music, the internet and Cable TV,
are my faithful friends everyday;
I try recipes from my Mom's old cookbook,
to keep her memory and that keeps me going.
Staying healthy, fit, and strong a must,
and being my own kind of beautiful daily;
I love to inspire people to be their best,
and my cat purring beside me keeps me going.
I enjoy creating my summer porch garden,
creating a place to meditate, to just rest;
a place to read, to write, to draw and paint;
for being creative and curious keeps me going.
And because I was a nurse I make lists,
for everything like housework and goals;
a time for this and that keeps me sane,
and often silence and solitude keeps me going.
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April 04, 2022
Poetry/Verse/My Way of Living Life
Copyright Protected, ID-04-1445-578-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, What Keeps You Going
sponsor, Ceceila Hopkins-Drewer, Judged 04/10/2022
Seventh Place
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
The writer writes
All sorts of cites
The poet moves heart
To feel word art
Words in a draft
Of subtle craft
Words surge with feel
As heart reveals
Mind in a state
A bridge of fate
Heart in a swirl
A twist that twirls
Words tell a tale
To make a sale
Words in a gist
Verse craft now lists
The writer lines
Thoughts that work fine
The poet now rhymes
How feelings mime
All in a squeeze
A windy breeze
All for a smile
A style worthwhile
Not just a joke
A heavy yoke
Poet and writer
Word igniter
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2017
Singapore
Ground edges the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug.
Sharp eclipsed moons shine upon endless day's everlasting nights'.
Butterfly eye bandages uphold bloodshot remembers that these days of our lives; are—Weeding out the faint promise, it was all a dream.
Lists written on used paper napkins, crochet into sculptures that symbolize finite past.
Balancing by tipping toes, stretched out arms teeter, a tad bit, toward edging out grounds; becoming taller.
Grass clippings flying through the sky sticking to his back; no shoes no shirt, top down, no sweat . . .
That same green grass edged the rim of her lipstick stained coffee mug.
Shots pile up higher and higher until mugs file lines up drunk enough to take mugshots.
On the brink of ground edgings, panic finds manic eating their Disco Biscuits.
Freak out!
I mean it freak. Come out or I'll...
Freak out!
Surrounded by ground edges that terminate somewhere within light speed and dark area; an obviously gray matter.
Time travels at life speed and life travels with your perception of such time becoming understood to become such as speed.
Time speed
Hovers
Around
Ground edges (and)
Life
That about sums itself up these days.
That being rested faceless upon their lipstick stained mugshots.
8/19/17 and 8-29-17
(First write in months and beyond times awaited)
*Intended to be
Submitted for contest: Ground Edges
And inspired by
Sponsor: John Lawless
*Did not submit into contest but giving its credit due...
I set out to accomplish just one little thing per day
I thought I was going crazy
At the end of each day
I would wonder how I could have possibly
Not accomplished the one little thing I had set out to do.
Day after day I still had not managed to pick up a brush and paint.
What had I done all day?
I was going to figure this out
So I logged what I did and
Listed what I wanted to do
And let me tell you those lists were lobsided
I eventually realized that
I was waiting for the big block of time
And it never came
If I wanted to paint
I’d have to set up a corner
And pick up the brush and do it
Even if it was just for a few minutes at a time
So I consciously set out to
Convince myself that:
Little nuggets of time lead to BIG RESULTS
I repeated it as a mantra
I’m not saying that I’m cured
But at least…
I don’t think I’m crazy anymore
AP: 3rd place 2022
I read the weeks obituaries closely
saw lines of passing on every page
I wondered who they were and
who were those they left behind.
The names meant nothing to me.
I did not know them.
What did it matter to me they liked golf,
had a love for woodcraft, planted gardens?
What was the meaning of lists of those that passed?
I will never know them
or take the time to categorize
those things they liked to do.
Dark mornings before the birds awaken
I rise like those from other graves
and with the other ghosts stir alone
within our movement
toward the coffee and the light;
pen and pad held ready
to meet the challenge of my words;
to play with fire and golden strands
of filaments of thought.
Today I’ll choose the right combination
of characters in search of that single truth,
lost forever inside a forest of final light
and one day for one moment
someone will cast a casual glance
my way and say, “what did it matter
that he liked poetry?”
I never knew him.
Why can I not write?
I am overwhelmed
By the minutiae of everyday life!
Dawn comes, and I awake, but no!
I pull the covers over my head
And close my eyes tightly
Against the coming day.
I am not ready yet!
When I can avoid it no longer
I sit up and dress, reluctantly,
Take the dog out, bring
Him in and feed him,
Give him fresh water.
Give him his pills and
Spray his poor shaven rat tail
With anti-itch lotion,
(He has a hot spot!)
And put some ointment on it.
I fix some breakfast,
Wash it down with yesterday’s coffee.
Take the cats some fresh water,
Get them their breakfast,
And clean the litter,
Wipe Sweetie Pie’s eyes
And put drops in them.
I’ll comb out both Sophie
And Sweetie Pie later on.
I make my bed and
Clean up the dishes,
Get out my big green backpack
And put Doug’s clean clothes in it.
Oops! I forgot to start the laundry
I brought home yesterday!
It’s already 10:30, and I
Have to leave by five to eleven!
Spray on the sun lotion,
Check that I have my Patriot ferry
Pass and the SPF 50 lip balm
Doug asked me to get.
It’s hot and humid, but I trudge
Twenty minutes to the ferry
For the half-hour boat ride
That I actually enjoy!
Just me, the water, sun and breeze
For 30 minutes of quiet
For my not-so-peaceful mind.
Three hours to have lunch with Doug,
Bring him up-to-date with
All the news of friends and family,
Watch him in physical therapy
And learn what I will have to do
In a few weeks when he gets home!
Back to the van, back to the Patriot ferry,
And another brief time for myself.
I walk home, hot and tired.
Take Andy out, finish the laundry
And hang it out on the line.
I think it won’t rain tonight.
Run to the store for some
Necessities, cat food in particular,
Check the e-mail, answer some notes,
Water the parched garden
Take Andy for a walk, and
Then feed him his dinner.
Time for MY dinner, but what?
Let’s see. I sauté a couple of
Chicken tenders in the small pan,
Slice up a whole tomato,
Add some cantaloupe and cottage cheese,
Eat some of it and fall asleep
In the chair in front of the
Fan on its highest setting.
I wake up with a start and make
Myself get up and clean up the kitchen,
Afterwards, I watch a couple
Of mindless television shows
While I make mental lists
Of what I have to do tomorrow.