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Just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse
And was amazed to see how much we looked alike
Could it be true that you are mere words upon a cold stone
Quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline
Unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day
Entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity
Love is what you left with me
I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you
Not a day will go by that you are not in my heart
Especially on Mother's Day
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March 14, 2015
Poetry/Acrostic/JACQUELINE
Copyright Protected, ID 03-653-962-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest Acrostic on Mother's Day,
sponsor, Tammy Reams, Judged 04/2015
First Place
I remember, not long after we met,
playing the parts of free-spirited hearts,
adlibbing lines without rehearsing.
Absurd as it sounds, 'twas quite profound
that tensile strength of our tapestry threads
became so quickly woven together...
without eyes meeting nor voices heard.
We meshed as if delightfully dancing,
swaying like palms in a balmy breeze.
Our steps were always in perfect sync.
We were Fred and Ginger, turquoise and silver,
Darcy and Elizabeth without pride and prejudice.
I imagined his touch and kisses with bated breath
until the day he went away... emotionally.
In realms where daylight and darkness merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and nefarious nightmares converge,
he was lost to me... Love's tragedy.
Our Utopian haven became a dystopian desert,
a desolate domain where stoic silence rules
over fools who choose to hold on to hope.
The nib of a pen, his tool of seduction
His dark verses seduced my hungry soul
and lighthearted lyrics were welcomed humor.
I sighed over his poetic rhymes of garden roses.
I suppose the fault was as much mine as his
for flirtation came easily in moments of desire.
My heart yielded without repent to be with him
and longed to smell the scent of his garden beds..
‘Twas more than a mere whim
My yearning burned for him like wildfire.
Suddenly, his flame was extinguished
as if what we'd shared had never been.
I had become addicted to his alchemy.
Combustibly enamored with explosive thoughts
because my greed and indulgent need of him
no longer fed my famished heart.
I was a prisoner of emotion, tangled within his web
of silken threads, longing once more to feel
his passionate embrace, but no trace of him was left.
What we vowed we felt was intoxicating.
I wanted him to make me that part of him
that didn't allow him to breathe without me...
but it was not to be.
I savor what we shared; that aching aura of love.
The months we dared expose our hearts.
I reread his poems and think of them as elegies ~
memories that may one day fade away
like sad melodies of haunting love songs
that unearth melancholy on dark, dreary days.
A storm is brewing as oaks hold their gait,
While inky clouds expel flammable, meshed wires
Invading nightfall, hiding the moon in a chain…
And furious thunder prepares a harsh burial
With a lightning that rages from a sky,
To trigger floods , unrelenting like a wild gutter .
So, the mildness of April hastily retreats
As tempest looms unto hour's dark prophecy--
The roses gone gone before their lush flowering
When this firework of lava zigzags
Right before my eyes: a vision of abstract
Mural in a jolted flare, so irefully blinding
That spring’s pageant drowns my view .
For Brian Strand: March 18 Premiere Contest
Submitted 3/10/2018
The day was still, windless
A presence surrounded me
Though my eyes seemed empty
I could see it standing, waiting, silent.
Not threatening, just waiting among the rocks
As I stumbled towards it.
After the fall I thought I had lost it,
the power of blind vision.
How wrong I was I still had it
The gift of seeing,knowing,hearing what others could not.
I sensed its fear as I drew near
Fear of a stronger power than his.
Treading silently, stealthily between rocks and
thorns I marched forward, my companions stunned
by my determination to seek that cloying entity.
The closer I drew the more powerful the sensation
Its throbbing life meshed with mine, its fear a powerful odor.
Then I came upon it ,undaunted by its threatening stance
With one slash of my hand it disintegrated
That poison, that being, that force of evil
That shrinks one’s mind, one’s power to do good.
Dispersed into thin air it shrieked and hissed
Against the wind, disappearing over the hills and into the dust
From whence it came.
I felt only relief but knew that in time it will rise again
Perhaps in a different place, a different time, in a different form
To tempt and lead astray, weaklings.
Its evil intent is to destroy, oppose God’s way
Drag us down into depths unknown
Stand strong, stand firm, stand on the WORD.
Into slithered path of forest green
my imprints mark a search for peace,
as bushes hide like shades unseen
where vines’ fragrance holds its release.
Drained, I see life through a flower
struggling to curl among meshed weeds,
these limbs falling on ash of hours
like old willows bound to concede.
Enduring climbs upon a hilltop
the blaze of night in gold appears;
so far the wrens, too near I drop
till leaf of hope breaks, as morn nears.
Dusk now closes its drowsy eyes,
as forest still grants what is mine
breathless from new mist, I arise.
while soles run here in thoughts divine
Mau 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
Tell us of folks with conscience clear on terror; of trusted neo
terrorists that oust teams, terrorizing thousands... near, far, and wide
May it marinate in their minds; peace and equality are as grated rind
with scent of pure zing... unlike vexed souls, bent on terrorism
Just last night, amid day light, before photographer's sky, right in
spring's warmth... such unforgiving moment of sudden fright
Thunderous wondrous sounds of bombs whirred, then cease, and
just like that came sight of flight 8430, blown to fallen pieces of debris
I saw red, white, and blue of American airlines's plane, meshed with chaos
just as those blown to smithereens during 9ll... Still I'll fly. Why shouldn't I?
In this land of plenty, we won't share cowardice with tyrants of immorality;
not on their watch! freedom bell has rung for everyone free of contentions
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." (... they knew not...)
Flight 8430 felt Coup DE main... not of You, Great God of earth, sky, and dew
I shan't forget humongous, booming sounds of invisible bombs that flew and
flung sudden terror so near, i hastened with thoughts of Islam and coercion
Of intimidation, degradation, castration; of trepidation, and mutilation
that moved me to see martyrdom in terrorism as ignoble affiliations
I'm due like you to sit snug and breathe with ease here and now, without
quest; will I survive or will I have time to utter one final goodbye
Night's stream of consciousness was dream, dear God, but Your world need You...
only You; by power of Your might, turn terror to unadulterated thanksgiving; so
As we ponder canvas of sky with eyes beyond clouds; we'll grace life with
courage; for we shall over come with hope, with aims, and with our dreams.
*
I should like to think that some spark of a watcher
slips away at night to observe our crazy dreams.
Some part of the self attached only to the whirring brain
by umbilical coils of recognition
of what we are when the brain rambles
and stutters along all by itself.
I should like to be outside
watching that drunken twirling sailor
totter and flop through
its flabbergasting counter-realities,
un-meshed moving parts that demand to be
decoded into loosely knit prophesy
or the dyslexic fortune-telling
of all kinds of flash-fiction.
Perhaps better though to leave the brain alone
allow it space to exhaust its madcap maladies,
while the stars call us out to be
what a brain can never be or see.
To be then, an awareness of that greater part of self
watching the brains mechanical spinning-top
dream itself into realms of evermore loopy unlikeliness,
while we explore a self-lit luminous universe
beyond the ken of the brain-locked sleep
of mice and men.
Jacqueline,
Oh, just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse,
and I was amazed to see how much we look alike;
Mom, could it be true that you are mere words upon cold stone,
my quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline . . .
It is unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day,
now, entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity;
the meaning of love and so much more is what you left with me,
and I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you . . .
Mommy, not a day goes by that you are not in my heart,
especially each Mother's Day, but every single moment of each day;
and each time I ride my horse you are with me riding along side
the wind in our hair and open meadows ahead of us . . .
_________________________
March 14, 2015- Reprint 2021
"Mommy, I have things to tell you small things
and big things, things only you will understand."
Quote by _Constance
In Remembrance of my Mom, Jacqueline on Mother's Day, 2021
~MyTOPIA~
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin.
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin.
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
by;p.d.
I opened my eyes
and there I was
sitting on a clear white sandy beach
I began to take note of my colorful
surroundings
My eyes carefully wandered
until they rested upon the beautiful sight
of the clear mass of salted water
My ears were consumed by the gushing sounds
of its crystal-like waves
My nose deeply inhaled its sea-weed aura
of the underwater world
My mind was at ease and my heart was fulfilled
as I closed my eyes once again
There I became one with my natural surroundings
meshed with the exotic sights
pleasant sounds
and a rich aroma
each experience reminding me
of the simplicities of life