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is the unsung song
of a slender, strong woman.
My untrimmed, split-ended
hair is down and free.
I want to sing
and dance in multicolor.
Pink Floyd gave me
the brighter side
of the moon.
This offering is smaller
than me, and I love
the unpublished authors
who will never be read,
and the hidden voices
that make up history.
My grandmother
and my mother
are two of the unsung beauties
who define me.
My son is cleaning his room
against his will.
He is headstrong,
kind, and smart enough
to make it.
There are millions,
that make up this marbled
world of perfect complexity.
HELLO, JOE.
Hello, God.
SORRY ABOUT THAT DEATH THING.
Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.
WELL, ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN.
Apparently. I just wish I had time to tell the people that I love, that I love them.
YEAH, I HEAR THAT A LOT. YOU’D THINK PEOPLE WOULD START TO PICK UP ON THAT.
I guess they’re just stupid, like me.
I GUESS SO. SO?
So?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
About what?
ABOUT BEING HERE WITH ME?
Nervous. I guess you know that I really didn’t believe in you.
YEAH, WELL I AM A HARD CONCEPT TO GET TO KNOW.
Not, for everyone.
OH, YES, FOR EVERYONE.
But, there are plenty of people who know you.
NOT REALLY. THEY ALL GET IT WRONG.
You mean none of the religions are targeting the right God?
NOPE. HUMANS HAVE AN AMAZING CAPACITY TO MAKE UP STORIES ABOUT THINGS THEY CANNOT UNDERSTAND. ONCE THEY START UNDERSTANDING SOME THINGS, THEIR STORIES ABOUT ME CHANGE A LOT. BUT, THEY ARE ALL STILL MADE UP. PEOPLE DO NOT AND SHOULD NOT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO REALLY KNOW ME – IT IS AN INCOMPREHENSIBLE CONCEPT FOR MAN. I WAS HOPING MAN WOULD CONCENTRATE ON DOING GOOD FOR ONE ANOTHER AND NOT FOR SOME MADE UP CONCEPT OF ME.
What about the Old Testament? New Testament? The Koran? The Book of Mormon? And, others I don’t even know about?
MADE UP, MADE UP, MADE UP, MADE UP AND MADE UP.
Huh. I guess it wasn’t so much the concept of you that I didn’t believe in; it was just the religious portrayal of you that I had a problem with.
I KNOW.
Yeah, I guess you would.
I GIVE MAN CREDIT, THOUGH, HE GOT A LOT ABOUT THE CONCEPTS OF GOOD AND EVIL RIGHT, HE JUST CLOAKED IT ALL IN MADE UP STORIES ABOUT ME.
I guess it helped lead a lot of people down the right path.
AND A LOT DOWN THE WRONG PATH, TOO.
Yeah.
YEAH.
Well, even though I didn’t believe, I still tried to do the right thing more times than not.
YEAH, I KNOW THAT, TOO.
Good. So, now what?
INDEED, NOW WHAT.
ZowieBowie
Cut it into little pieces.
All we are left with are lines that leave us speechless.
Speak no evil. Wishing for peace.
All we see is the future before we cease to be.
Waiting on a better day.
Folded paper, build a way,
Of crossing bridges,
To better places,
With better piano players
And prettier faces.
Whisper me to go direct.
I will walk through fire to pass your tests.
Take my blood, my body, my head.
Use every part of me to need what you get.
Radiohead never misled.
Always spoke the truth to us.
Never forget your teenage bests.
Never forget that one day you will turn to dust.
Man in make-up, do not trust.
Paint his finger nails to not be one of us.
I am indifferent to your indifference.
I will not comply with your judgment day wishes.
My blood is red, the same as yours,
But I won’t spill mine for a worthless cause.
Got a lizard named ZowieBowie.
We can be heroes like David Bowie.
I am all-seeing, all-hearing and all-knowing.
I know I know nothing about a thing you say.
I guess I should, for I am Jesus so eat my dust!
Cry in happiness to do your best.
I do not care about the things you won’t confess.
Starman on stage is a Super Hero.
I am nothing new. Just another Neo,
With a Matrix Mind.
Oh would you mind, telling me the time,
To change your mind?
Scared Princes can’t cross water.
They soon arrive for a dollar, I’ll wager.
Give them no respect for being born,
Into an old world order.
You are no King of mine,
You’re just an ego-wailer.
Count the cost of having no job.
Making money is your struggle to the tippity-top.
When you make it, do you think I will care?
I will only look if you’re waving your hippy hair.
Take a placebo to play electric guitar.
Write a great song and it will take you far,
But if you want to sustain the lines of greatness,
You have to sell your Golden Soul to make it.
(C)2026 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory
“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In which
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes
Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation
The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
That is
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him
1182015
I have always had a vivid imagination,
as a child, I could make up stories in my head;
then, I began to write them down on paper,
but a story was too long, so poetry was the answer.
Now, even at night watching the moon,
I am taken away on a fantasy journey beyond;
especially, a full moon, so mysterious and soothing,
I let it take me until the birds are calling.
Sometimes, I stand on top of a mountain,
with a view of valleys and streams flowing below;
it is like I can touch the clouds, fly with the birds,
and in my trance, I let myself fall, fall, falling.
A river is roaring past me as I stand still,
among the towering trees, and I hear him coming;
a beautiful velvet brown horse running towards me,
he stops and I get on and away we gallop.
But, there are also things in the shadows,
things that frighten me and things lurking;
I must be careful in this dreamy infinite world,
for there are evil spirits waiting for my soul.
The darkest hour is just before dawn,
when I must fight my way back into reality;
I have a dreadful fear that one day, I will be lost,
in the depth of my imagination.
______________________
September 27, 2017
Verse/The Depth of my Imagination
Copyright Protected, ID 945166
Written for the contest, Image Me A Poem
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
A band of gold
bound them together
At first Sue’s blissfully happy
but little by little
he starts controlling
every aspect of her life
eroding her self confidence
by criticising her appearance
choosing what she should wear
and when she goes out
holding her back
with silken threads
Sue loves her job
but he persuades her to quit work
after all …
she’s paid far less than a man doing the same job
When she stops visiting
friends and family
her parents become concerned
but Sue tells them
she’s happy and wants to please her man
knowing it’s far easier to give in
than risk another argument
and face the force of his fierce fists
Now, the only make up Sue wears
is to cover the livid bruises
on her pretty face
There’s no escape for Sue…
she’s held captive by the chains of love
Woman in Chains Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
08/18/20
I've Danced Through Many Ages, to Many Sounds On Many Stages.
I've Prepared For Those Who've Come To Town.
I've Smiled and Leaped and Never Came Down.
I've Worn Costumes That Had Laces,
I've Spent Hours Applying Make-Up
While in Far Away Places
There's No Applause to be Found,
When The Final Curtain Comes Down..
The Silence Can Leave You Deaf,
Once The Audience Has Left.
The Theater I've Always Called My Second Home.
With Other Dancers, or On My Own.
Friends You Make While In a Show,
The Contract Ends and Off They Go.
No Matter The Circumstance,
Nothing Makes Me Happier,
Then Just To Dance. 5-6-7-8
I went to a catholic school,
was made to heed, conform and obey;
oh, those nuns could be so nasty and cruel.
they even forced us to make up sins and pray.
I was trapped in a dark place,
a place where being CReAtiVe was a disgrace;
so I wore a mask of- I am happy on my face,
but, inside I was a butterfly just dying.
Though, in time I broke free and was flying,
letting my artistry soar- sighing;
writing poetry, yet still conforming to a rule,
but when inspiration hits me I admit- I stray.
Imagination and inspiration I embrace,
my past CoNForMiTy- I am not denying;
so, why am I crying, crying, crying . . .
______________________________
November 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Trapped Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-696-04
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 11/2018
Fifth Place
In this world where is absolute truth?
the learned and clever don't have it
there's no physical place it's to be found
no country especially where you go and sit
People within today's society make up truth
what they believe they think to be true
so what others believe they make false
but in reality, they have no clue
God is the only source of the truth
for he's eternal having always been
not having any end living forever
always straight down the middle never to lean
Jesus declared to be the way, truth and the life
to come to God was His way and only His alone
this He spoke on divine authority of His word
that same word that declares Jesus did atone
The absolute truth is on God's authority
this God has declared it absolutely so
only when mankind get back truly to God
then, only then will truth be authoritative to know
You’re not even.
You’re not the greatest dancer, but I would love to dance with you.
You’re not the greatest singer, but we are so in tune.
You’re not a model or designer, but I love your style.
You’re not the funniest, but you do make me smile.
You’re sometimes irritating, but I don’t mind.
You’re doing my head in! By always’ being so right.
You’re not what I expected, but you are a pleasant surprise.
You’re not what I had imagined, because I never aimed so high.
You’re expecting so much from me, that you inspire me to do more.
You’re crying again, but to me you have never looked more beautiful.
You’re worrying about everything, as you put my mind at ease.
You’re not even a ten out of ten, because you are an eleven to me.
You love some music I hate, but we love more of the same.
You’re the only one who can hurt me, but you cure all of my pain.
You’re not my usual type, but you are all that I need.
You’re mean sometimes, to other people, but never to me.
You’re putting me to shame, by taking the blame.
You’re an itch I cannot scratch, but I would never send you away.
You’re not the life of the party, but you fill up my life.
You’re laughing at something stupid I said,
But you make me happy, when I see your smile light up your eyes.
You’re not a writer or an artist, but you can see the real picture.
You’re not the woman I once know, because you made me forget her.
You’re taking over my life,
But I’ve been secure in your hands since the start.
You’re not the richest in the land, but you have a priceless heart.
You’re not wearing make-up,
Because you have a naturally beautiful face.
You leave me lost for words, with the funny things that you say.
You’re taking things to heart, but you keep me there with you happy;
You’re nothing like me, but who would want you to be?
You’re a hot rash that I shouldn’t touch, but I can’t leave you alone.
You’re a big bubble, but at least you know how to strike a pose.
You’re not an energy bunny, but I am happy to just chill with you.
You’re a moody blue, but still I love you.
You’re an annoyance, I can’t sleep without.
You’re so sexy! And you leave me without doubt.
You’re not my wife, but I hope you will be soon.
You’re not the first, maybe the last;
But you are the best…swoon…
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.