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Well, howdy do! Your day is here!
It’s time to start your new career.
You have hopes in your heart
And a mountain of debt.
Where the heck you’ll end up,
You can’t know – not quite yet.
You’ll search Facebook and Google
And LinkedIn and more,
And still, you won’t get your foot
Into a door.
But wait! Don’t give up!
There are worlds out there waiting.
Apply for a passport and stop hesitating.
Forget about jobs – you can always get work
In places where bosses and coffee breaks lurk.
Just focus on NOW! for you don’t need a clue
To grab onto all that is waiting for you.
So whether you’re outgoing, anxious or shy,
Dive into the moment – get out there and fly!
(modeled after Oh, The Places You’ll Go!)
Up and away we are
In v’ formation
The stronger are our flight path
The mercury on it's all time lowest
On the thermometer
We lost so many friends along the way
Flying in close situations
Immigrating brings good vibrations
No matter what the weather
We are Swallows Forever
We are bathing in the sun
High above on a wire
If I say that we don't have fun
Then you know I am a liar
Because when we cruise through the sky
Then you will wish you could fly
We sneak past the bird watchers
But they always recognise our call
We pull off a disappearing act in the fall
So that we don't lurk too long
To be a stuffed up trophy
On some hunter's Wall
We are Swallows Forever
No matter what the weather
From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and Jesus,
His Only Son that can free us,
Unaffected by criticisms, just in Love
With other and their dialogues; all the above
Seeing hearts heal brokenness and change
With no pretense, our focus rearrange,
Processing seriously but not redundant
With you in joy abundant!
Unseen injuries make it hard work
The fears lurk!
What is expected or appreciated,
Not just reactions with heart emaciated?
Bring closure and see a prologue
To nearing the goal, remove the "log,"
Rebound in faith, never be a snob,
Nor sarcastic or the Mob.
So keep your focus and the Power
Of the resurrected Christ in your tower.
Self-control is gain
Like waiting, it's a pain!
But keep your focus clear.
Hear God's music in your inner-ear.
Yes, we are all a-work-in-progress.
It's safe and fine to regress.
To vulnerability and keep involved.
Healing doesn't need all problems solved.
There's no natural-born leader.
In time we can also be a feeder.
So conquest the temporal and material.
Move in rebuilding the empire
Let Jesus' Way be your pick.
Don't be a lonely cynic
Give others the benefit of the doubt
Wear a smile, not a pout.
Banish the evil of a derailed life
The enemy tries to bring in strife
Like the striking snake it'll be too slow
For you fly high; it's too low!
So prepare for success.
Diligently sort the mess
All the way to the end.
Sign the Pledge not to bend;
To act, rebound, giving credit and devotion.
Like a sweet perfume or lovely lotion.
In prayer and fasting let negatives go
Study the Bible's fine print and know
That the challenge and the focus brings
Support, Light and salt-quality that sings!
Can you say what you feel?
In sincerity will your friendships seal?
We will find the common ground.
Honor and respect will be found.
If there's no logic nor gentle calm,
Will we feel the Spirit's balm?
Even pillow-fights will irritate,
The time move on with fate.
Surprises will loose their fun
With that Special Someone!
So, brace yourself, focus and move.
Soon your success you will prove
With All glory given to the Lord,
Never more to be bored.
I feel for those with power
To decide the fate of schools
For people are divided
And there are no prior rules.
How safe are classes held indoors
Where germs just love to lurk?
And if they’re only part-time,
What of parents who must work?
Will everybody wash hands well
And wear a proper mask?
Will those who don’t cooperate
Be taken thus to task?
For those who choose the option
To have learning be remote,
What happens to the children
Who, alone, can’t stay afloat?
There’s talk of filters for the air
Or rooms with special vents,
Of kids in pods or possibly
Erecting outdoor tents.
How hard to be the ones in charge
For they will bear the wrath
Of critics, even though right now
There’s no one perfect path.
Myriad of wired scenes consumes me
Stained by Hades , shadows lurk
Within a lunar widescreen of a dream---
Voices raking with madness...lost
On phosphorus wisp of evening
Despite frail light in the shade-
Bleak visions cascade on damp floor
Ghastly these shadows crawling
Through serpentine weaves , as if
To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased:
I slither into deeper caves of dreams
Rummaging my last trails of grace,
My faith begging for prayers to lilt...
Until my body wakes, rocking gently
Changing macabre hours into twirls
Of calm, a behest from morning god
While I finally slay my own ghosts.
1st place
there are days
I just like to be silently invisible
to lurk, prowl and creep in the shadows of my soul
in a foggy, misty, haze of beauty
hushed, withdrawn and hidden
submerged in my innermost thoughts
behind a veil of concealment . . .
where my voice is mute but my imagination is wild
and I write poems in my head
using invisible ink
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October 22, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Invisible Ink
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1297-090-22
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (31)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 10/23/2020
It was on one early summer morn
that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn
told a frightful story, meant to warn
her son, Pop, just recently born.
"Pop", it said, her darling boy to save,
"Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave.
In the sun and breeze, I was brave,
but you must listen up and behave.
You're a special kind of corn you see,
the 'zea mays everta' variety,
in everyday speech, 'popping corn'.
You should be proud, but I forewarn:
Special dangers lurk for folks like us
You're old enough now, we can discuss.
If, at the door, your darling greets you
for a movie date, she wants to eat you.
All corn loves to dance in the hot sun,
but be careful how you have your fun.
If you go to the beach from dawn to dusk,
please remember to wear your husk."
Instead of listening with respect and fear,
Little Pop would not lend his...ear?
So, while his mother's ghost did beseech,
the sun popped Pop all over the beach.
In the heart of darkness, where silence reigns,
Stands a cabin in the woods, where terror remains.
A cursed abode, by nightmares enshrined,
Its walls whisper secrets of a twisted design.
Within its embrace, shadows dance in glee,
As moonlight struggles, to set them free.
Windows cracked, like fractured souls weeping,
Doors creak and groan, their secrets keeping.
The path leading there, overgrown and twisted,
Beckons the lost and the deeply afflicted.
Beware, oh wanderer, for your soul may be lured,
By the cabin's allure, where horrors are secured.
The floorboards cackle, beneath your timid feet,
Echoing the tales of those who met their defeat.
Through the corridors, whispers of anguish hiss,
As the cabin consumes all those who dare reminisce.
Ghouls lurk in corners, their eyes hollow and black,
Their haunting cries make sanity crack.
The air thickens with a putrid stench,
As you descend into darkness, inch by wrench.
Portraits on the walls, distorted and grotesque,
Reflect the essence of souls forever oppressed.
Their anguished faces twist and distort,
Leaving you breathless, your spirit contort.
In the attic, secrets slumber in decay,
Where specters awaken and spectacles betray.
The cobwebs cling like ethereal threads,
Binding you tighter as darkness spreads.
Outside, the woods writhe with eerie commotion,
Their ancient trees whisper a haunting devotion.
A symphony of terror, a chorus of dread,
As the cabin feasts on souls, ravenous and fed.
Escape is futile, hope fades in despair,
Within these walls, evil's grip is unfair.
Abandon all hope, as darkness unfolds,
In the cabin in the woods, where horror beholds.
So beware, brave soul, and heed my plea,
Steer clear of the cabin, forever be free.
For once you enter, your fate is entwined,
In the horrors that dwell in the depths of your mind.
Staring at the walls of an empty room
Is there still time for me to dream
Of a life that use to be
My head hung low
My heart all confused
Is there time for me to breath
Will I always be alone
I may not be the man you dream
But I could be the friend you adore
As I long for another beginning
The end Is all I see
There was a time a smile was so easy to find
Now in my pain the frowns always lurk
I wish I had a hand to hold
But nowadays they seem so cold
When I reach for anyone
They all back away
Am I to damaged to be repaired
Or is the cover what you judge me by
In times of change I may seem lost
But someday I shall find all I seek
I am a mere person that wishes to be seen
In the eyes of true love.
I’m always poorly
be dead before forty
As the doctors surely
diagnose before curing
and that is hard work
as they forever search
me naked like a perv
as their fingers insert
in their protective overalls
they flip me once more
still wearing bugger all
they play with my balls
touching me here
touching me there
touching my rear
touching my pair
at least the doctors a woman
oh dear I'm wooden
drunk when it wouldn't
now when it shouldn't
then sounds from the woodwork
where old friends lurk
with their amazing nerve
I thought I was a jerk
and it's slowly dawning
I might be no more
for some quite daunting
as they know for sure
a haunting's instore