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I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
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March 23, 2018
Poetry/Allitertion/Dark Dreamy Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1484-459-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022
First Place
Papers and ribbon bang on the floor
The onion scent of white turning into coal,
Smudges of lines trail into her veins
Punching QWERTY keys on a chrome machine
Under a lamp light soft as the pink moon;
The screech of blotted pages dangle through rollers
Waiting for her eyes to speak through hands.
There lay the mumbled words curling up
On a teak chair like nocturnal lyrics
hauling raw drafts slowly glowing
Into fresh contemplation, and the melt
Of coffee stains drips on edges as she
Folds another ream of leaves along bars,
Riddled with ticktocks of a sleepless night.
Then, fresh linings of thoughts bark at the winds
While her lips drench inks of cappuccino
Moistened among burning stars.
259 Contest
My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.
Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it has brace of winners in the bag.
Who am I, to shun the chance to cheer a winner's brag?
Your inner voice learned to mimic all your plays,
It's like just a ventriloquist in so many ways,
With you pulling the strings for its 'Simon Says' and 'Nays'.
'Tis the script behind the curtain that the prompt obeys.
Simon Says: "Jump",
Simon Says: "Sit",
"Stand" - Ah Hah!
Gotya! There!
Another little poem just to pass away the time,
to make it easier to read I’ll write it all in rhyme.
It matters not just what I say the words just roll along,
and if you sing as reading this it then becomes a song.
So sing or read or whisper, whatever is your choice,
it matters not if mumbled, or in a nice clear voice.
For no one’s going to listen to a senseless load of tripe,
just wrote for sake of writing and to see the words in type.
For writing helps my fingers to flex and bend at will,
and helps my eyes to move about instead of standing still.
It lets my mind find stupid things to put down on the page
and leaves the reader looking for some sense in my message.
But as I said it’s rubbish and that’s all I’m going to write,
just a silly little poem where the rhyme is far too tight.
I feel I’ve earned the right to this, to waste some of my time,
let others tell profound events while I enjoy my rhyme.
For rhyming is my party piece, and boring poetry too,
so I have written this one so your boredom can be true.
In reading to the end of this there’s nothing more you’ll gain
except to waste more of your time and gain a bit more pain.
Ivor G Davies
Of a distant pass, I am aware
It's said that Satan once dwelt there
Where zombies roamed without a care
And sounds of torture filled the air
Where demons guarded gates to hell
And warlocks gathered to cast their spell
Where tyrants went with souls to sell
and so many heroes, in battle fell
Where roots of terror had begun
And freedom was a right to none
Where moon refused to yield to sun
It was the road they called Red Run
Blood stained the walls, and blood filled the wells
The land never cleansed, for the rains never fell
Where men fought evil, but failed to repel
Where women all prayed, while little eyes swelled
Then off in the distance, a glimmering light
Shined from the dark in the dead of the night
A soldier of heaven was joining the fight
He donned golden armor, a mythical knight
He knew all his life that he would be the one
To vanquish the darkness and bring back the sun
He would not rest, before the war was won
And peace was restored to the road called Red Run
He road through the pass
Sun low at his back
And with each gallop forward
A light filled the black
Satan knowingly raised his head
for he felt the warriors presence
He mumbled the ancient curse of the dead
As he rumbled his way through the peasants
To slay another hero
To shadow the sun's bright beam
To end these futile hopes of freedom
To kill yet one more dream
Soon they met, upon their steeds
They met with swords in hand
One would soon be dead indeed
And silence covered the land
Their eyes then locked, and began this battle
Thunder crushed the conflicted sky
All the mountains shook and rattled
The wind released a sigh
Then silence returned, this fury complete
But only one, remained on his feet
The other lie still,bye the side of the street
Yes Satan was cast to the depths of defeat
The sun then rose high, the dove could now sing
The people all gathered to greet their new king
For he would now lead them to ages of peace
This death and destruction would finally cease
Rebirth had begun, the fight was now won
This darkest of hours was finally done
But the legend does read, that The Devil's own son
One day would return, to the road called Red Run
As wise as serpents, as innocent as
doves' So we are told to be; by the creator
Of all from above..Now i chanced into
a prayer
Group once,
listened and took part,
the praying was fierce there ya know?
scriptures spoken
off by; and from the
Heart, and so' when time it came to take of
the Host, i noted one strange thing,
an old guy
Took four cups and wafers,
And mumbled ' in the Ghost' i thought he
Must be starved poor thing.? When it was
Over and time to go, i pressed him on his
Act.' He gazed at me with steel blue eyes
When i offered him for dinner tho..
He said you did note, when
i took
the
cups and
Bread? i swallowed just slightly
and nodded my head.'
He didnt explode, just sorta
Smiled..He said do ya reckon satan can
Count.? My child.. I answered i don't
doubt,then he added its kinda became my style
As we know nine of us were here
tonight; for a little while, now satans
got an
extra three in his head, to
Follow around and chide.' And even dread'
You see he does a visit once we're gone'
Studys his enemy; counts the cups of
their throng?
He then donned his
Jacket and doffed his hat, and as he went
through the door ( i thought on that!) And
Doves and serpents, and a devil counting
quite
mad..Yet never knowing? how good;
he'd really been
Had.)
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity,
Passed a bed of sleeping lilacs, waits for a yellow sun,
Tiptoed throughout their yawning, sweet snoring scents fills the breeze,
Ventured on fields of greenery blades, tickling treats of fun,
Crept by a virginless dove, resting on her eggs well pleased,
Further 'neath a dark sleeping sky, bluish winds doth oft squeeze,
By mere chance, a valley filled with tall sturdy tawny teams,
Teeming with an assortment of life moored in a tranced ease,
Small amidst a magic forest of pinky pixie dreams,
Peaked interest motivate my steps, towards a grey retreat,
Stood and gazed o'er a whitish glow of mystic airiness,
A cool wind blows from east to west and tightens my intrigue,
Though a strange cloud grows around my being, pushed me to the test,
Forced to wake as I learnt 'twas but a dream of circumstance,
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance.
Written: November 22, 2024 For Contest, Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross”
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Through the daily cycles of life, we tread.
Nectar drips from branches wide and tall
An elixir for the heart, as darkness spread.
In specked light where mumbled tales are told.
We gulp the liquid sun between the trees.
Each drop depicts a swirl of the spin of time.
Each breath yields a pulse to rile the breeze.
We widen our limbs and chase the wild rhyme.
Stand up in awe, and let the chimes ring.
To ascend the peak where owls flight.
Several paths converge on a hazy swing.
Walk across fields where gloom turns to light.
In folds of golden dreams and greens, clean.
The ground and sky meet in a striking ballet.
Our spirit drawings sprang out of the scene.
Transmuting hardships into brighter days.
These stones indicate the path of the trip.
Love's sturdy hand pushed back a wall of fear.
Our inner strength improves with each wisp
Ascend together, emotions ready to appear.
The obstacles we confront ebb and flow.
But, in face of adversity, spirit starts to rise.
Each setback carries an insight veiled in a glow.
Binding affection across space and ritzy size.
Thus let us tackle our path with wide eyes.
For every challenge, find an audible prayer.
The ascent appeals to us from under the skies.
Where greater consciousness seeks our care.
As light and shade mingle in obedient dance.
Our existence, as a stream, turns and flows.
Relishing each moment and grabbing a chance.
Our lives come together through many shows.
In this way, love leads us to come clean
Here on this looping road, we are home
We ascend as one, and no one is obscene.
On our trips, we are often itching to roam.
Well..he would practice his trade,
Just like he practiced his life.
Practical! With cold precision,
Never made time for a wife.
He woke precisely at six,
He wore the same suit and tie.
But, mumbled under his breath,
When any neighbors passed by!
He was of the opinion,
That "He" was better than 'Them!"
With his fine, manicured nails,
And a fresh shave and a trim.
Never flustered or flurried,
Never scuttled or scurried,
Caught the shuttle...never hurried!
On the clock...never worried!
At work by nine...precisely!
He meandered down the hall.
His tunnel vision blinded,
He would jump when "Brass" would call!
Went racing down that fast track,
Just to see how fast he'd rise.
He'd slobber down their backsides,
With his eyes stuck on the prize!
He smiled and fetched their papers,
He smiled and wretched their gas.
He smiled and fetched their coffee,
Puckered and kissed their ass!
He thought that would impress them,
He thought the "Brass" would call.
He thought this with precision...
But, was heading for a fall!
Confident of ascension,
He was laid off in the Spring!
He saw his future falter,
No gold watch or diamonded ring!
His ego couldn't take it!
He planned his retribution!
With crafty, cold precision...
He planned their execution!
He arrived at work at nine...
Precisely! With cold desire!
He chained up all the exits,
Lit the whole damn place on fire!
It seemed to ease the tension,
With no pension left to earn.
Saluted and flipped the "Bird!"
Then he stood and watched it "Burn!"
With no one there to witness,
In the end, well...no one knew!
With his cold and crafty smile,
Knew all his dreams just came true!
Mind is puzzled, heart is heavy,
Mouth mumbled, eyes were weary.
Worried, curious, “Who is she?”
“Oh, she’s the one that got away.”
When anxiety hits, everything feels wrong,
Unlock the playlist, hear the sad song.
A constant battle, a dreadful fight,
Anxiety clouds both day and night.
My fear seemed so loud tonight,
Anxiety’s grip feels so tight,
Stealing the joy of my everyday,
Thought my love would be taken away.
Doubts and worries, swirling inside,
The pain of love is hard to hide.
Fear of loss drives me insane,
Anxiety in love is like a constant rain.
Who am I to plead for your company?
When I am just a nobody.
My fear dances, not feeling so well,
Anxiety, too, must feel its own hell.
But amidst the storm, there’s a glimmer of light,
Love’s warmth breaking through the night.
Affirmation’s power, your love, and trust,
Anxiety in love merely turned to dust.
Who am I to plead for your company?
When I am just a nobody
My fear dances, not feeling so well,
Anxiety, too, must feel its own hell.
But amidst the storm, there’s a glimmer of light,
Love’s warmth breaking through the night.
Affirmation’s power, your love, and trust
Anxiety in love merely turned to dust.