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What if it doesn’t matter?
Still, we move slightly forward.
On what seems to be a floating icebound.
Lock and key; almost there. Close to you.
But what have we become?
Nothing more than a ghost loop.
All these thoughts.
That shapes our days; they are only words that wither away.
Broken hearts, sounds of murmuring regrets.
With empty pockets, asking what it was all for?
It's cold now, somehow we knew.
Those missing links behind the pain, no silver lining.
Just brass bars erected.
Bleeding in the shadows.
Reading the book of lies.
A cryptic prequel of events.
Unfolds beneath a divided surface.
Structure of a dislocated body.
Requiem for a shattered soul.
Of memories that follow, for not knowing who you are anymore.
Whispering. Does it even matter?
“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
Crumbling is a failure in structure, form, and art.
It's where time at last begins to play its part.
What age makes weak is hard to see when growing old.
Until hands lose their grip on what you can't hold.
We do not lose our knowledge once and for all;
it falls in fragments, grain-by-grain, in the pall.
To crumble is to learn what entropy proves true:
all things grow disordered—back to the dust they knew.
The mind, like stone, holds its shape tight within,
till doubt erodes the edges and cracks let light in.
Age does not take away the crumbs in one broom sweep;
the crumbles tumble slowly—each loss a memory we keep.
Understanding builds like sandcastles, to fragile art;
one crack, and doubt pours through the frail rampart.
What crumbling shows along time's long winding path,
is that nothing endures as keepsakes in the aftermath.
Listen closely —you can hear the soft crumbs fall—
a mantra of truth, that none of it was ours at all.
So let the crumbling loosen what you once knew;
opening space within, for something strange and new.
Crumbling, murmuring, blundering through time,
teaches the grace of slower, wiser rhyme;
loosens our grip on what's failing anyway,
to free up space for what's arriving today.
What falls away makes room for come what may,
making hay in the sunshine, all along the way
as a crisp, crumble topping, made fresh today;
if we don’t let the rain set in, and stay.
Time colors the dawn
In hues of the morning sun
Buttery soft silence like the light
That kisses gentle with its touch
Time breathes a sweet melody
Songs alive in echoes of faith
Whispering music through me
Enlightening my heart with joy
Time reflects a tender kindness
Laughing hope into my thoughts
Caressing my passion with intimacy
Praying psalms through my longings
Time enjoys teaching me to be
Aware, alive, assured – amazed
By the breeze that moves the trees
With a soundless tranquility
Time decides the dreams I dream
The desires of my heart’s quest
Where I go and how I know that
Love will always survive it’s tests
Time desires to heal my feelings
From pain, sadness and grieving
Falling across heaven’s mystery
With joy, hope and freedom
Time seeks to make promises to me
Vows of sincere acceptance
Happy, carefree ideas and inspirations
Breaking away all the dark fears
Time holds my spirit in a tender embrace
Soothing as the dewdrops and rain
Pausing to relieve sorrow and tears
Birthing a brilliant feeling of grace
Time wrinkles the skin but smooths the soul
To know more about love, God and His Son
Sparkling like stars in the blackest skies
Soaring through the heart like a fire inside
Time is wise, filled with insight into the heart
Leaving only a brilliant awakening to reveal
All the faith that comes from giving praise
To the One who answers prayers which fulfill
Time lends its wisdom, weaving through wit
To pepper the hopes with a breathless faith
Lending life to the one who felt themselves fading
Murmuring light into the soul living in shadows
Time is a gift from the heavenly creator
Who knows that our hearts need to be fed
On spiritual food – nourishment from heaven
Blessing the one who listens to His prudence
Ecclesiastes 3:1 "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Read the entire chapter for more from God's breath on time
Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 24, 2021
Flavors of harvest’s blessings
All around the misty morning
Leaving hints of heavenly hues
Laughing through the corn rows
Dreams of fulfillments discovered
Enlivening the richest brown earth
Everlasting grace’s brilliant rays
Protecting hearts from any worries
Inspirations soothe with a whisper
Nearing the spirit’s breathless sigh
Touching on faith that surrounds us
On a gentle tide of plentiful gratitude
Alive and impassioned with the joy
Uniting vivid colors with fading forests
Treasures of illustrations discovered
Underneath words that caress the soul
Murmuring prayers sent from hearts
Never before so full of adoring love
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
TITLE CHOSEN: 4. Fall Deep Into Autumn
September 25, 2020
Told as a joke with wisdom’s sentiment
Anatomic tale, viral that moment
Features the “I’m the best” predicament
Of hair to toe strain.
“Shake my hands for job done so very well”
“Commend the speech only my tongue can tell”
“Lavish my stomach or cry as you swell”
Oh, boasting that’s vain.
Indeed, destruction awaits dysfunction
Involving body* parts’ competition…
“I’m the greatest” is each one’s assertion
Leaves system in pain.
Now, jubilant progress is effective
As members unite through love’s directive
Settled in togetherness-perspective
Sans selfishness' stain.
Brain thinks, directed by God’s wise headship
Midst organizational leadership
Toward joyous volunteer stewardship
Letting kindness reign.
Heart beats with wondrous compassion delight
Vanquishing rumor of murmuring blight
Around fellowship marked by prayer plight
For partnership gain.
Eyes behold miracles of bright faith’s glow
Witnessing peace and goodness’ gracious glow
Vigilant watchfulness, never shallow
Smiting lies and bane.
Feet carry whole physique in reaching-out
Bringing good news of the Lord without doubt
Thus, everybody claims victorious shout…
“Let’s serve, not complain.”
*1Corinthians 12:12 For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ.
April 29, 2022
1st place, "Your Second Chance 2nd Submission" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 10/16/2022.
In the fractured realm of trust and broken hearts,
Love suffers, feeding on enigmas.
She, a fragile constellation with a cracked heart,
Thus, we remain, seeking infinity in corners of dreams.
A ballet of the shadows of trust, waves of unrest,
In the quiet of the cosmos, emotions grow like falling stars.
A mind once a halo, now a troubled vortex,
Love traverses the storm of light and stardust.
Echoes of remorse, deep calls from eternity,
A yearning for healing, time weaving on wings of nothingness.
She, once a goddess of the day, now a fragile enigma,
A love forged by the unknown, without the chains of fate.
The weight of my madness, a hidden colossus of fire,
But among the remaining shards, love roams like a moon's murmuring.
A fool, an alchemist lost in labyrinths, seeking redemption,
In the ruins of faith, hope is born like a golden flame.
In the dark abyss, a splinter of magical light,
To restore trust, the hearts that still whisper.
For in the fracture, love weaves like an astral dream,
A never-ending thread, woven from the cloak of stars and chosen eternity.
Teardrops might have an explanation, with reasons.
Those teardrops often happen without reasons, too.
And dreams are one of a similar kind, I am sure.
An uncertain mixture of joy and sadness, true.
Rays of Sunlight were reflecting on my green, leafy branches.
Raindrops touched those leaves with a softer, tapping sound.
I could feel the squirrels hopping, and hear those birds chirping.
"I am a tree!" I exclaimed. A murmuring breeze passed around.
I woke up in my dream, I felt unsure, I do not know why
In my dream, I was missing just one unique, little friend.
A perfect place could be so imperfect for obvious reasons
Yet, I was dreaming, I felt it entirely secure in my mind.
1/7/2020
I am a tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura |
John 14:18 (KJV) “I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.”
You’re the One who refused to leave
When my heart was desperate, dark and dim
Afraid that I would never know the love
That once embraced my soul, carried me
Through the fears, the tears and the years
When my feelings lay broken beneath the sorrows,
When my heart lay wrecked beneath the grief,
When, everywhere I turned…
There were doubts and betrayals, enemies
Like worry and wailing, mourning for the moments
When I had known a love that soared through the skies,
Lingering in my heart, embracing my thoughts…
Yes, once – there lived a love inside that was like light,
Tender and insightful, a knowing that colored me bright,
Ignited my yearnings, the burning that follows me
Reminding me why I am alive, to love without giving in
To the fears, the tears, the years that seek to dissuade….
Feelings so kind, so wonderful and dreamy, like a breathe
Silencing the dark, repairing the heart, restoring the light –
Like a beautiful that believes, even when there is grief,
Belief that binds my feelings, wraps me in the miracles
Love that knows the music, the harmonic rhythms – beating
Away all the worries and fears, reassuring all my hopes –
Abiding with me, where I finally know…
It is love – love sent down from above, through His kindness
His grace, seeing me through the doubts and disdain,
Reminding me to listen to His voice – His still, small voice…
Murmuring hope, faith and love into my soul, inspiring me
To remember the music that blends with my tears and reassures
Me – there is a song that only He can play, a song that only
He can expose – it is a secret tune, the tune of faith and truth,
The song that invites the singer to know the One who writes
The music, the beautiful, the tenderness in each breathe,
In each prayer and each promise…
He remains the music for my soul, always playing, always crooning
Like my heart who knows that He is love – my heart who knows
He came down from above to give us a hope and a future, a promise
Of what is to come – when we seek Him, we are pursuing our one true love!
The moon is a silver blade, tearing the veil of night into strips of light,
Clouds shatter like the stained glass of a celestial temple, scattering sparks,
I step through the forest of fire trees, their flames dancing,
Shadows move like spirits whispering incantations to the invisible wind.
Beneath my feet, the earth is a sleeping giant, awakening from ancient times,
Its heart beats like the drum of the ages, murmuring forgotten tales,
A labyrinth of flames stretches ahead, walls flowing like the tide,
Paths that seem enchanted, calling me to leave traces of ash on sacred ground.
My breath is stolen by the flames speaking in ancient tongues,
In the center, I find a suspended heart, shining like a mystical crystal,
I reach out and the question floats, "Are you sure you want to know the truth?"
Metaphors open like a lotus flower, mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
Like a blank canvas calling to me with a siren's voice, an echo from eternity,
An ancestral song reborn from the depths of my soul,
Carrying me toward answers that dance in the shadow of the moon,
On paths of fire, to the heart that beats beyond time and space, into infinity.