Long Monchielle Poems
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I found a Jinn one day,
she grants a wish they say--
three times actually--
speak cautiously; she may
take you factually!
I found a Jinn one day,
she struck me like a spray
of gold-tinged midnight sky,
she had to my dismay
a mostly time worn eye.
I found a Jinn one day;
I could not stay away.
I did not ask for gold,
nor ever growing pay,
or never to grow old.
I found Jinn one day
I saw she must obey,
this old man's fervent wish,
that she would just array
herself in mortal bliss.
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Inspired by an episode of X Files
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose and Ted celebrate
Jesus first, then bunnies.
Bible story done, then
read the Sunday funnies.
What's an Easter twofer?
fancy hat Rose will wear,
new clothes, they go to church.
Mid-afternoon, a feast,
as candy eggs they search.
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose's hat serves her well;
morning - it warms her head.
Better, this afternoon
hides her goodies from Ted.
April 19, 2022
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE
Theme: Anything to do with Easter
The Free Dictionary defines "twofer" as an offer or arrangement in which a single expense or amount of effort produces two returns.
The tulips in the vase,
a clan of lassies fair.
Their buds they hold the gold,
the pollen of their youth
and promise sunrise told,
the tulips in the vase,
they lounge in waisted glass
with petals kidskin sleek
in shades as warm as fire,
oh, glamor girls trés chic.
The tulips in the vase,
romantic redheads bloom.
Their teacup tepals filled;
ideas nouveau riche
with secrets sunset spilled,
the tulips in the vase
as Venus feeds their dreams.
Demure, in damsels’ dupe,
a still-life painting prop—
enslaved for art they droop.
Marble crosses of faith
A solemn reminder
Of those who shared one goal
Freedoms fight for glory
Grief of nations, their toll
Marble crosses of faith
Buried soldiers, lay deep
Surrendering to death
To honor their belief
Fighting with their last breath
Marble crosses of faith
In depths deep with promise
Known and unknown they sleep
A duty, not in vain
A pledge they fought to keep
Marble crosses of faith
Reeling above the sea
A humble place of peace
Where headstones mark their graves
The price of war to cease
Date: April 6, 2022
For: Form - M- Monchielle - Poetry Soup Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Death
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Placed 3rd in contest
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
moment to moment thus,
sans cravings that resist
God’s grace which so in-pours,
as a sublime bliss mist.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
melding with the vast void
wherein our nodes tingle,
suffused in waves of bliss,
where pheromones mingle.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
joyful in the current,
simply by being still,
sipping soma nectar,
soul aligned with God’s will.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
as lifetrons gyrate;
when love for love does pine,
resounds soundless thunder,
of soul music divine.
25-May-2022
Notes: https://www.yogapedia.com/definition/5824/lifetrons
Searching for bliss beat’s rhythm,
we dive into our heart
triadic, where we choose,
first, a self centred view,
disguised as ego’s ruse.
Searching for bliss beat’s rhythm,
the shift from me to we
paves way for joy bubbles
to rise, as we embrace,
those with greater troubles.
Searching for bliss beat’s rhythm,
selective empathy
transmutes as compassion,
encompassing all life,
that’s now our soul’s passion.
Searching for bliss beat’s rhythm,
we begin to dissolve,
seeing God in each form,
whereupon bliss mists rise,
taking us by the storm.
16-December-2022
Before the dawn grows old,
Let's meet in the gloaming
And watch the setting sun;
No time like the present.
Say yes, we'll have great fun!
Before the dawn grows old,
Hum along with me to
Sweet songs of nightingales,
Or we could stay silent
As they tweet fairytales.
Before the dawn grows old,
Let's create memories
For dawn is aging fast;
I ask for nothing more.
May all our moments last!
Before the dawn grows old,
Wrap me in your embrace,
Spend time at my abode
Shower me with kisses;
Another for the road!
Date written: 02/02/2023
" There is a life and there is a death,
and there are beauty and melancholy between."
Quote _ Albert Camis
Everything was fading ...
and I was just floating,
in a white gauzy place;
and I heard mother's voice,
then, glimpses of her face !
Everything was fading ...
my name was an echo,
in a forest sublime;
I ran towards her voice,
that sweet voice lost in time !
Everything was fading ...
I ran through tangled trees,
weeping, please wait for me;
and the soft wind whispered,
go back- angel would be !
Everything was fading ...
I could hear odd noises,
sister kissing my hand;
her tears wet on my skin,
back- I held tight her hand !
Everything was fading ...
the forest became dreams,
yet, I was filled with peace;
and my heart held no doubt,
life is a masterpiece !
__________________
April 26, 2022
Poetry/Monchielle/Everything Was Fading
Copyright Protected, 04-1451-050-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Near Death Experience
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 04/07/2022
Second Place
Now that you're here with me,
I'm in sheer ecstasy;
No place I'd rather be!
I've never known such bliss.
You fill my heart with glee.
Now that you're here with me,
I am forever yours.
I fall prey to your charms;
Quite irresistible.
I'm wealthy in your arms.
Now that you're here with me,
I feel such tickling warmth
As you breathe close to me.
You and you alone hold
My heart's skeleton key.
Now that you're here with me,
Spend time with me tonight
As long hours drift away.
Dearest, I adore you
More than words can convey!
Bane of every human,
The rich and poor alike,
It seizes and spares none,
It summons out our souls,
The living weep and mourn.
Bane of every human,
Our bodies decompose,
We go back to the earth,
From whence we were moulded,
Sadness displaces mirth.
Bane of every human,
Some have seen it coming,
They saw celestial beings,
Approach them for a flight,
Mundane can’t by this means.
Bane of every human,
Each day draws us closer,
With much to accomplish,
We fall, we rise, we run,
Not much time to relish.
April 12, 2022.
Death
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France