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Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.
She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.
If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’
One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.
But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.
A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.
But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’
A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.
Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’
Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.
And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.
Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…
Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.
Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength
from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of
little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose
conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles
unto death.” Quotes _Leonardo Da Vinci
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I have a small inner voice...
that never stops ... speaking and murmuring
never is this still small voice quiet
lets call this voice 'my conscience'
an inhibiting sense of morals
of right and wrong
~ each of us has this distinct voice within us
that sighs and utters, chattering all the time
in the recesses of our minds ~
inside my mind is a secret self
who knows my moral code
and my pledge of honor and integrity
I was not born with this self knowledge
but it was built brick by brick, by brick, by brick ...
~ each brick has a name, duty, honesty, respect,
faithfulness, ethics, beliefs, goodness, kindness
and of course morals, these bricks of life rule me ~
the tone of my inner voice changes
sometimes it is a mutter and sometimes a shout
roaring in my head warning me
and sometimes my inner voice is weeping
often 'voice' is singing me a song ...sometimes voice
is a whisper in the night ...
reminding me quietly of ... 'promises' made ...
~ on this journey through life often I am confused
because I am disquiet and full of unease, unsure and hesitating
and my inner voice is breathing the words ... stop, stop, stop
... and I must listen ... ~
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May 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/recesses of my mind
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1360-269-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier Contest, Voice of Conscience
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 06/04/2021
Third Place
Dearest Brother Jerry.
Regarding our current government,
This has been a nation of laws
Based on recognizing the Creator God
Has given its citizens, that support its laws,
Basic freedoms, rights and privileges
I used my right to vote for Donald Trump.
I prayed that God would allow him to rule our nation.
And while driving across our county on Election Day
I was amazed at the people standing out on the street corners
And hanging homemade banners from bridges
Stating their support for Trump.
And listening to public radio commentators
Debating how they missed the Trump vote
Because they were all taught Ivy League philosophy
On how people should live and think as world citizens,
Which obviously is not the voter’s truth.
Our current President, to my knowledge
Never held public elected office or governmental position.
He formed a team of people with integrity and dismisses any
That do not hold to the requirements of our laws.
After a year in office, our President has
Shown strong national and world leadership
In our form of democracy,
Which educated societies are attempting
To gain in their more aristocratic countries.
He is not perfect; I do not prefer his communication style.
But he has gained the world’s attention and only one
World leader is currently publically threatening him.
By comparison our Past President was an experienced
Elected state and national official and an excellent public speaker.
My concern with him was that neither I, nor the world’s leaders,
Believed what he said because he did not follow through.
He was always seeking peace at any price.
He did not show strong support for our law enforcement and military.
And of great personal concern was his practice of
Worshiping with the followers of Mohammed,
Who have a significantly different moral code
And law than that which Jesus Christ taught
And which the founders of our nation generally held.
With my love for you for eternity,
Mike Dillenbeck
Having said that
for all of us, dear friends,
not left any other way at all
going to the worth life and prosperity
except turn to Crist
who just partly known for some of us as a prophet Isa
completely shadowed by Lenin, Marks and Muhammad.
All other way
as you clearly see
degraded, downgraded,
run out, vanishing
or dying in empty air,
dear brethren, close one and relates.
Believe me, please,
albeit I am not prophet and strong lieder,
I just tell you as honest man
who lived with you in country and region
that survived in short time several revolutions
and innumerous plots, famines, calamities, civil wars
and others fatal experiments
under the ruling of our brainless governors and corruptive, cursed advisers.
I am just not want left you
you children and grandchildren
for another decades and tragic long circle
of multiplying and growing
disasters, slandering and gloomy perspectives
with Ortodocs Russian churches
and Russian neoimperializm
or with Islamic fanatics
or Chinese market communism,
flourishing and looks promising now,
even the West Catholicism and Protestantism
and Anglican church
do not preferable and helpfull now,
the same a free market economy and ideology
on the base of US modern democracy
with giant corporations of greedy richest person
leading world from one crisis to another
cannot been worshiped by us,
even the best example of Swiss, Denmark, Singapore
and other small prosperity countries
could not inspire and attract us anymore.
Only turning to eternal Truth and values
and keeping the highest moral Code,
precepts and commandments
prescribed for us and every one
by the holy olders from Bible -
love to neighbor and love to God
and Crist,s readiness for sacrifice our private life
for others benefits
would help us find out and see
the far light in the channel of darkness -
only way going our nation and country
toward save and prosperity
and God’s blessing status and standarts.
God as conscience is that inner voice within me,
the infinite spirit that has formed my morals;
a holy power that reminds me of my duty and scruples,
and each day I thank God for his divine lessons.
Childlike innocence has made me a prey,
for wicked people who see me as an easy target;
like a child spontaneous, trusting, a trustful fool,
but I listen to the voice within and turn away.
When I disobey the lessons I know are right,
it never ends well, I run riot, a rebel lost;
I ignore what is my moral code sometimes,
God knows I am not perfect and gently speaks.
Souls blue skies turn grey, murky and gloomy,
and my heart and soul is bleeding my essence;
but I reach out my hand to God and he holds me,
darkness turns into azure and shadows are defeated.
Betrayal by my hand is like a Judas kiss,
when I have been unfaithful to my morals of life;
I am let down in myself and will make penance,
promise God that I can be a good faithful believer.
Life's barren and bland without God on my side,
everything is empty and parched and unfruitful;
my life is dull and tedious, flat and nothing,
I need my faith, I need God to be my true me.
Until I awake to evil that seeks me always,
for the devil takes many forms so I must be aware;
vigilant, heedful, watchful with each person I meet,
it is sad that I must be on guard but this is life.
Dark desires forsake and yearnings tempt,
but I must go slowly and carefully in my actions;
be it passion or ambition, I must not surrender
my faith to feed my cravings- I must be strong.
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April 14, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Voice Within Me
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-827-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Soul Betrayal
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 04/24/2022
Second Place
for what are you to blame
born into this world as a mere mistake
just as i
as a product of evolution, an accidental meeting of
sperm & egg
where only one of the 50-300 million sperm pumped out in one steamy moment
need connect with an egg
in order to promote the opportunity
should our 21st century woman decide on her own
that it is in her best interest to go through with it
to drag another life into this place &
watch it struggle, like the proverbial flower trying to creep its way up through the
sidewalk crack
scratching its stems all the way
screaming & hoping for one more glimpse of the sun
whilst the rain, snow & street sewage beats down upon it,
doing everything in its destructive glory
to take another life in the name of
complete & utter nothingness,
so that just as meaningless as its entrance was,
so shall its exit be?
anyone who claims that a responsibility to this place
comes from the very instance of our birth is severely mistaken,
for you & i hold no intrinsic “moral code”
or reverence for a “god” or “state,”
as all were preposterous illusions decided upon well before we were dragged into this place,
so that our mere abiding of others is but an honest tool of
survival, if only that---
any attempt at betterment of the situation owes nothing to preconceived notions,
as it is these very notions that brings us as a species to near extinction
every time that we think it may be so & then feel the need to
broadcast it on every major news network we deem necessary,
so that anyone who may not have been thinking about it on their own
is forced to worry with the rest of us,
over & over & over again,
routinely----
offered up by those whose selfish misgivings brought us into existence
we all dwindle in unison
to the ever fading beat of an attempt at
understanding
anything.
Preface
My name is Verlena Sexton.
I am in my forties.
I have three eccentrics – Oland. Emily, and Tony.
My adult children are my knowledge base in the world of iniquity.
I continue to face what I am depleting.
Form
In this bio, I must be unique.
As a Social Scientist, I will also be indiscreet to the point of reality in why I am objectively me.
Conformity
I grew up in Leland, Mississippi in a single parent household.
My great grandmother vested soul.
She and I would read scripture together to inform personality.
She would tell me this would ensure equity and identity.
My mom was a homemaker and a strong woman.
She dealt with life as it came.
She raised six children with little help from their dad.
All are grown now and she rests in Heaven.
My oldest sister is there as well.
My dad was married with a family at home.
I am the outside child from his union with my mom.
Outside means, I now look in to discover genealogy and to emerge into a biblical presence.
My dad is disable and doing well.
When he is call by Jehovah, I know he will be ready.
Orthodoxy
I am just an orphan looking for home.
I am not lonely, but I am alone.
Many obstacles I have overcome.
My love of family is a moral code.
As a mother, I must continue to be as strong.
I remember my mom in times of guidance.
My dad is always there with insight.
I am the cause and effect that manifest in life.
My great grandmother words are to believe in that which is precise
And to live a life vested in the spirit of Christ amplifies.
“The world is filled with liars my child. Trust will come via a rightful mind.”
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Penned on October 17, 2014!
So many, too many students had COVID two weeks ago. My parents were supposed to come for a visit, and midterms were on the horizon - so I decided to go ahead and get covid - to get it over with. I’ve been around a dozen people who later that day tested positive, but somehow I’ve never come down with it myself.
Peter caught it and was isolated in his suite (two of his suitemates had it). I went to see him, surreptitiously hoping he’d pass it on, but Lisa (the traitor) texted him and he Lysoled his entire suite and wouldn’t let me in - saying exposing went against his “moral code.” *rolling eyes*
Now midterm season is on us and a lot of people I know are in crisis. That happens a lot in test times. This place is so cutthroat and competitive. You can get so deep in your own head that it becomes a dirty fish bowl of anxiety. The delightful cocktail of pandemic, WWIII and midterm stress gel, in some minds, to form a sweet, unhinging mix.
My major tests are over (good for me, yay for me!) but I’m not parking my study playlist just yet. I have a couple of papers due. While those don’t stress me like tests, they’ll keep me busy, like everyone else - there’s always a feeling of being behind it and frantically busy here.
We were trying to plan an actual, REAL spring break - that didn’t involve 11 hour layovers and 5 hour bus rides. Something NOT held in a parent’s apartment - someplace adult and private.
Then my Grandmère offered us an all-expenses-paid trip to Paris, saying I could bring three friends and stay at the Hotel de Crillon. A week in Paris with Lisa, Leong and Anna sounds delicious - of course, I told them how positively uncouth it would be to refuse - we’ll see. ??
"The secret of change is to focus all your energy
not on fighting the old, but on building the new."
Quote_Socrates
I contemplate,
my soul, body, my mind and me;
essence and yearning is my lifetime scroll,
my deep secret self thirsts.
I have wishes and dreams in diaries and lists,
ego is full of hope though at times there are twists;
my vital force wants and persists ...
the map of my wishes could be a poet's guide.
I write poems,
this is my life aspiration;
I pray my art shows my identity,
in sweet watercolors.
My wish for the new year is to start new projects,
I have a character that loves to seek what's next;
I am not eccentric or complex ...
my goal is that others see me as a good friend.
I am honest,
my goals have great integrity,
and I always seek to increase my faith;
each new goal has honor.
All wishes on my list follow a moral code,
my goal is to share with the world my gifts bestowed;
as I journey this short life road ...
and each soulful wish on my life list- I will keep.
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December 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Contemplation of Me
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1509-622-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook, 12/27/2022
Written for the Standard contest, Our Soul's Wish List
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 12/27/2022
First Place
I am the air talking, I want to remind you that breathing is important,
in Canada, the Indigenous People consider me sacred,
and have appointed themselves my protector,
you must realize that without me the earth will vanish,
I am essential for every single living thing people, animals, and plants.
I am the water talking, I am the giver of life and I am alive,
spiritual and symbolic among the Indigenous People of Canada,
I represent both life and death,
I am creation and destruction, I am soothing and I am powerful,
I am nourishment and deprivation, I am important.
I am spirit talking, I am a way of life, a moral code to live by,
it is about lore, customs, rituals, and love that unite us together,
a person's spirit returns after death as an animal or plant,
and each person has lived many lives, though you do not remember,
our history and spirit is expressed in stories, songs, art and dreams.
We are the elements of air, water and spirit,
all connected in this world by nature and beliefs,
and each element either us or others have their own energy to give,
so, we suggest to each person to live in harmony with the world,
because we all share the same soul.