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Twenty twenty a very strange year
From March onward most living in fear
You will all know what I'm talking about
COVID 19 I hear you all shout
It all started in the far East
Gaining momentum like a ravaging beast
Isolated pockets and countries locking down
As corona virus swept from town to town
The virus spread at an alarming rate
People isolating hoping that they're not too late
No matter what colour, race or creed
This virus was viral global indeed
Countries addressed the situation
Whilst people At home needed an explanation
You need to stay 2 meters apart
Until more is known this is a start
Keyworkers and NHS staff worked on through
To ensure we were safe including YOU
Some even thought it wouldn't be me
I'm going to relax down by the sea
5 months in lockdown finally fatalities fell
The powers that be decided oh what the hell
Restrictions were lifted new rules in place
Social distancing and cover your face
Just over a month the virus was strong again
Taking the vulnerable feeling no pain
Lockdown 2 was ordered once more
Totally different as scientist knew the R rating score
So twenty twenty was a strange year
It even managed to bring community cheer
Yes that's right not all doom and gloom
Good people stepped up into the room
Kindness, compassion and a helping hand
Makes me proud to live on this land
I hope your Christmas is of festive cheer
But remember social distancing is still here
Social bubbles and 3 households allowed
Don't be caught out in a big crowd
Enjoy this time Of giving and cheer
Raise a glass to 2021 being a better year
The Smiths are such a beautiful family.They have
three lovely children. One girl and two boys. She
was eight months pregnant with a baby girl. They
were very excited, but this bundle of joy could be
a savior and a healer. Her sweet daughter Amanda
was diagnosed with Leukemia two years ago; It had
been so hard on the family.The doctors told her that
Amanda needed a bone marrow transplant.Preferably
they needed a blood relative.Both parents got tested,
the two boys,and other relatives,but no one was a match.
They’re also part of the Bone Marrow Registry. They have
not found a match yet, so the Smith's thought long and
hard.They had to have a life to possibly save a life. After
many days and long nights they decided to have another
child. They were so tired of watching their baby girl suffer.
The Smiths are so hopeful, but they have no idea if
their bundle of joy is going to be a match or not………….............
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06/02/2021
Two months after graduation I dialed her number, 8 - 1 - 8,
I paused…
maybe Sue's forgotten me?
well I'll never know if I don't try
we spoke of our college days
of late nights cramming for music theory exams
of songs we wrote (together)
for her beautiful soprano voice
"Would you like to have dinner sometime?" I asked
she paused…
"I'm in a relationship" "Hey, I'm happy for you" I lied
and went on with my life
34 years went by
Oct 7th, 2016
I had just finished loading the dishwasher
she dialed my number
it was her 56th birthday she was alone
we spoke of our careers
of late nights watching classic movies
of songs we wrote (not together)
one of hers made it on the radio: 'Hold Me In Your Eyes'
Sue said she wrote those lyrics thinking of how I used to look at her
so intently, never looking away
she paused…
"Would you like to have dinner sometime?"
I paused…
"I'm in a relationship" "Hey, I'm happy for you"
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Date published: 7 October, 2016
Every new day, the sun will rise.
As time passes, the moon expands.
Reasons to act without surprise.
Every day, the wind brings new ambition.
The river flows into the shoreline.
Every day holds a new lesson.
Every day, a new baby is born.
After nine months of pregnancy.
God promises and bestows adorned.
Stars will illuminate our nights.
Large ships navigate in deeper water.
Abetted by vast cosmic sights
Plants will surely grow.
It's an unavoidable indication!
Obvious, as we all know.
Without a problem, there is no solution.
We prefer to go right to specifics.
Valuables are found in the deep section.
Outcomes are entirely arbitrary.
How deeply one will be involved.
Outside the scope of the fantasy.
Forecast what people say, I believe.
Vague terms are complex to discern.
Events were hardly what we perceive.
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Written: April 18, 2021
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Months of darkness fall upon my torn heart,
leaving fragile dreams within a shadow's cage.
My human shell drifts upon despair's ocean,
begging for heaven's light to shine upon my life's stage.
Grief's clouds dim my soul's true vision,
and floods of troubles erode my hope's earth.
My weary bones wander through life's harsh journey,
searching for the tender seed of love's birth.
Loneliness dances deep into my music box of emotions,
wounding my tired heart with broken songs.
As I filter through each fluttering memory,
my thoughts reflect upon rivers of wrongs.
I endlessly search for the elusive light of happiness
that seems to shine for everybody but me.
Waves of sorrows wash my mortal face,
while my soul's stained windows long to be free.
A new sunrise, a new beginning
Now, is the time to keep the promises
Everything in my life changing
Weakness withers as courage rises
Years, months, days of endless crying
Each glistening tear fades
A ***** feeling
Relax, Lord, my weary muscles
Stop the wind and the roaring
Past the safety of lies
Rocking, soothed in storytelling
O, mere scraps, odds and ends of fantasies
Misty, pieces of truth, falling
I, the weaving spider cries
Stop, time to start the living
End the weeping before life fades
__________________________
January 7, 2013
Poetry/Acrostic/A New Years Promise
Copyright Protected, ID 01-447-670-07
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest,
New Years Acrostic, Judged 01/2013
Third Place
The strangers came and went into the house.
I barely noticed; my dirt had just been delivered.
A truck load of rich, black, northern Iowa farm soil.
I threw myself down and laid in it for a bit, soaking it up.
I love earth more than most; dirt therapy keeps me happy.
I will make two gardens out of it eventually, but right now
At this second I am lying in my fine dirt, resting my eyes.
My husband told me later the strangers were looking.
In a few months this earth would be a garden of vegetables.
Carrots, cucumbers, radishes, squash, peas, and lettuce.
There might be a bit of renegade corn, as it came from Iowa.
But at this second I lay on the earth, feeling her love.
My opened after a bit and I began to plan.
The other garden would be flowers. Geraniums, marigolds, roses.
I reached for my sketchbook and began to make a list.
I laughed at myself; it was a joyful day.
I'm living the wrong life.
A bad version or an unhealthy vers6
Of what a human should be
I stopped drinking
So every once in a while.
I stopped taking pills for Dep5.
And antisychotics, and diabetes
And wait.... ing cirrhosis.
And do drugs to stay awake
So you can write and feel like
A genius, you see in have to trick
Myself into feeling any ing emotions
I lose weight and don't bathe.
And write for hours and days
And when I read all of these
Later, they'll be , just ing
Nonsense words that make
Sense to only me and maybe
Others who have died inside
Where fear doesn't exist anymore
Just ing words
I used to care about things
I loved being around people
Enjoying things
That's the ing thing.
Things. I'm not sure if I'm sad or glad.
That I have nothing
After I left and my mother
Died. I made peace with death
And he still hangs
Around tormenting me
ed up thing,
I enjoy his company
Company annoys and bores
Me so much. They cared about me.
That's gone now
So I deal with mental illnesses.
Making me feel like
If I stop writing I'll die.
Six months then forgotten
I'm sure I'm only interested.
To myself and I'm getting tired
But I want to be alone.
I want to care about myself
I haven't bathed in two months.
I'm bleeding from 2 places.
But won't die
I'm decaying on purpose
My mind is so broken
I'm not sure if I understand
Love anymore
Chemo, Puberty & the Fourth Watch
by Patrick Cornwall
Wake up—rush for the toilet, say my prayers.
Stomach races, chasing bowels,
anxious like horses shot from a gate.
Chemo, the man said. Takes time to get used to. And I’ll ring you.
I take a shower. Just trying to rinse the sick away.
Ready for the day.
The sun leads me out—
then gas explodes.
Liquid in my underwear.
Provocative, isn’t it?
Warmth down my leg,
staggering back up the stairs.
Another shower.
Like it’s raining.
Tears mix in—
but no one sees them but You, Lord.
Toilet bowl—heaving, vomit.
Wishing I wasn’t alone.
Wishing I wanted to live.
But I must be strong—
three months in,
and I’m still breathing.
Nose forward,
purpose steady.
Old faithful—couch again—
Boom Boom Boom
We love you
Toon Toon Toon
We care
Tears of sweat, sweat of tears
Boon a Toom—
I’ll be back as soon as I can.
I can handle it.
If it’s dark, I’ll candle it.
Lost my wallet? I’ll panhandle it.
Chemo’s my companion now—
anaphylaxis too.
Friends from the deep.
I greet them with my game face.
Pretend it’s a new hockey stick—
I’m young again.
We’re playing the Russians,
and I’m a Flyer.
We’re gonna pound them.
But I’m sixty now.
My lungs don’t want to play.
My legs betrayed me.
What happened to me?
Boom a Toon—
legends call me down.
Boon a Toom—
I go back to the ward.
I see old friends,
but they’re younger now.
My vision’s slipping.
Boom Boom Boom
We love you
Toon Toon Toon
We care
I’ll be back
Just as soon as I can.
I didn’t want to end up in the belly of the whale.
I’ve already been there—
addicted, lost, refusing the call.
So I started writing.
So don’t worry.
I’m not at the end.
I’m just creative-bugging along
with my puberty chemo oats—
awkward, uncomfortable, and oddly alive.
I didn't plan to love her
She bombarded her way into my life,
I wasn't ready at all!
I wanted nothing to do with her,
She wanted me to give her more.
In, she would step and out, I would go.
We danced, the shouldn't we, should we dance,
For days, for months and then for weeks, too and fro.
I couldn't stand her sight, she loved mine.
One day for a moment, just one, I am sure,
everything changed when I finally looked at her.
We sat and we chatted, we fought and we laughed,
She knew my secrets, and spilled hers too.
Love was growing, not what I wanted,
but what was I to do?
The months started to skip and the days started to dream,
Love started to flower with lazy summer days spent,
In winter we wrapped ourselves up together,
When autumn started, we decided we would be forever.
Its been more than ten years
since she caught me with her smile so bright,
in fact seventeen years, has seen her as my wife.
Though falling in love was not my first idea,
those first days, we made sure to sort out our worst.
Now each day, each morning and night
I love to sit staring into the eyes of my wife
To love her isn't easy, it has come with tears too,
But to love without her would be impossible to do.
To love her makes my life complete,
I used to wonder where I would be if we didn't meet?
So glad I don't have to wonder, alone and empty, I know.
I love falling for her each day even more,
through wrinkles and aches, love grows as older we grow.
Dated - 02 July 2019