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If I was invisible
If I was invisible
I will always be a voice
That will always whisper
To every ear to hear of love
If I was invisible
I will empty all hearts
Heavy full of hate
And full them up with love
If I was invisible
I will enter into the bodies
Of the African leaders
And show what change means
If I was invisible
I will speak of nature love and unity
through the mouth of
All religious leaders
If I was invisible
I will stop the use of money
So we can see our selves as
Human again not commodities
If I was invisible
I will stop all forms of
Women abuse all over the world
If I was invisible
I will get ride of child labours
In places all over the world
If I was invisible I will burn
All nations flags
And rise the flag of love
The flag the represent all
As one nation
If I was invisible
I will stop all wars of today
Only if I was invisible
As always I wish
Oh sorry but am just
Visible is obvious here
All like a dream
As I dreamed last night .
Hectic red steadfast on earth and anchored fast
Caught in the beginning of the end of working days
To yield a common profit from the land as harvested
On beams of yellow sun light set in motion in the Spring
Beings on oceans of colors with orange poppy fields
That only feel the warmth of winds circumference
Along with golden wheat that is ready to be taken in
Before eaten by Winter strangers and their friends
In a spectacle of hills rolled up in evening green
Beds of vegetation dream of wheat in foreign lands
Under blankets of sky pulled up to open window ledges
A baker gives full attention to making bread
The aroma drifts to the seashore close
While Spring goes back to sleep at peace
And near enough to hear the ocean break
Collapsing waves upon the shells already there
Someone in the wooden cabin listens fervently
Watching out for Summer whispering in
An open vase or vessel fills with country air
Prepared to hold the flowers of the field
Cut with kindness ready for the dinner table
Bread and water are there for company
As well as comfort for some weary bones
An old couple still find romance in holding hands
Vast open lands that radiant with natures colors
Require receptacles made of clay to celebrate
To display the beauty of the day while saying grace
Wind and rain bring back the wheat fields from the past
Swaying flags of yellow gold on beams of light
Anchored from the soil up to the sky
Boundaries emergent to lift the fleeting eye
Flickering light might indicate the end of power
Only shade can hide a candle going out at night
In reference to the Purity Wheat Domain
It remains the same in brightness
When fate decides to bring you love sent on scented air,
you'll hold in your palm the whitest bouquet of clover
as the faithful glances in these enamored
eyes we'll remain as they are today to last and endure;
we may fall out of love and regret what wasn't there,
but which other promise has the strongest bond?
Ignore the sympathetic smiles around us, don't stare
at the prettiest roses taken from the sunniest garden;
let's reflect over our life: what's to come and what we'll become after,
we must love each other and live in full devotion until the very end.
We walk down an isle flanked by family and friends,
and their happiness mingles with ours as they sense
the strongest bond in a proud man and a happy woman so thrilled and surprised,
then we smile back at them and thank them for having come as they had promised.
Away from the cheerful crowd, we kiss in a orchard of lilacs,
they are purple and blue with gleams of light on their petals;
I pluck some and put them in your gentle hands and you gladly accept them
while your vivid imagination paints a rainbow above to appease your whim.
"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616
I write poems of nature, love, loss, grief,
my sweet mentor Shakespeare brought back to life;
writing of past things that creep like a thief,
of morals, visions, virtue and life's strife.
William, my pen is haunted with old woes,
and knocking on my door, knocking- is death;
help me to find the words to fight these foes,
I want joy- not moaning of each last breath.
Yes, will pen sweet jewels of nature's bliss,
my pen is your pen- you are my muse guide;
words of faith, life and of love we will kiss;
Oh William, promise to bestow you pride.
In the end- I will pen farewell, farewell;
and words like birds set free will ever dwell.
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January 11, 2023
Poetry/Sonnet/Life's Wavering Passge
Copyright Protected,ID 01/11/2023
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Shakespeare in 2023
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 01/16/2023
Silver A is the slot this wet morning
Silver A is the most loved Dude
in the streets of Big Apple
for being Copa best patron
& exotic dancers of the strip
clubs don’t with him at all
Silver A is a larger cultural dynamic
representing a still deeper symbolic stratum
the bird that flies
across anything
SoHo
for being
the most sus lit
no cap
no buggin
book it to link
the next Bronx cheer
you sign the dub coming in
your new Hollywood
I’m feening for
Bucktown
Line's free verse,
always touches my heart with emotion;
in short lines she pens beautifully,
poems like bouquets of flowers.
Of nature, of life, of sadness and great grief,
often a message or lesson to give the reader;
her grammar and spelling is perfection,
I think she has style !
Lu's free verse,
leaves me breathless and weeping;
I get lost in her reverie and woe,
she has the skill to take us with her.
On journeys of life and of grief she bares her soul,
I feel her pain dripping from each written word;
and her nature poetry is divine,
I think she has style!
My own free verse,
well, that is when I can just fly;
throw away rules and know freedom,
oh, it is well known that I write about death.
It is my forte and I write to share my sorrow with the world,
I write my grief over and over hoping some soul to touch;
but I also write of nature, love and my cat,
I think I have style !
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/In Regards to Free Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-865-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Stanza one - Line Gauthier
Stanza two - Lu Loo
Stanza three - Me
Written for the contest, You've Got Style
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
The reasons we call her Mother Earth are easy to concede…not only does she give us life…she provides us everything we need.
If you’re not convinced of what I say…from the Earth to the sky above…here are but a few examples…a sampling of our Mother’s love:
When we walk not only does she offer her beauty she provides a cushion for our feet…
When we’re thirsty she offers her water to drink…when we’re hungry…her food to eat.
When we’re looking for adventure…when we find the time…she gives us her seas and rivers to navigate…her mountains and trees to climb.
When we’re in the mood for music…mother nature is happy to appease…her ocean waves provide the rhythm while her birds the melodies.
When sadness overwhelms us…filling our heart with sorrow and our mind with fears…
she provides the wind to carry away our sadness and rain to wash away our tears.
When sometimes we feel lost…like we’re paddling up stream…she offers us her stars and clouds upon which to place our dreams.
And at the end of the day…when it’s time to rest…and a time when lovers swoon…she blankets us with night…under the beauty of her moon.
I leave you now to think of your own examples of how her love extends….
aware it comes in many sizes and shapes…
and knowing…her love shall never end.
Why is it that we do that which we don’t want to do
And we don’t do that which we want to?
This is the question that troubled the Apostle Paul
A man of God, who still struggled with those inner tendencies.
It’s a question that troubles me, too,
The good that we should do, seems so hard to do
The evil, so easy…because it is in our nature to err
I find it mind boggling that the very fibers of my being
Seem to be drawn to the forbidden…
Is it because it is sweeter? Easier? More fulfilling? Simply…human nature drawing me?
Ah, but there is a transcendent joy
From doing what is unnatural to us:
To love the unlovable
To uplift the fallen
To be faithful to the faithless
To return blessings for curses
To forgive instead of get even
To love instead of to lust
Are we justified in doing what comes naturally because after all…we were born this way?
We are just following our natural inclinations?
Then, I ask…what makes us different from the animals that follow their basic instincts?
Is there a difference? At times there doesn't seem to be. Delayed gratification seems unheard of. We want to relish this moment...there here and now...whatever the cost. We put our morality on a shelf and give in to the basic instincts to posses...to be possessed...to satisfy. Is there a difference?
Yes, there is…for we have been given the power to reason and to choose the high road.
It isn’t by accident….we were created with that power. We need to put it to good use, and we will have divine help to do that, if we so choose. It isn’t easy….but then again, sacrifice never was. It has a price. Ask Jesus….it cost Him his life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Mother dear
Oh! The beautiful mother,
The mother nature of all.
Lovely children she bore,
Plants, animals and more.
So what exactly is nature,
The one we all adore.
Nature is the long pinewood tree,
And the busy buzzing bee.
Nature is the sown seed,
And the beautiful mountains indeed.
Nature is the lion who roars with all his might,
And the kangaroo is always ready for a fight.
Nature is the beautiful sky,
And the lush green grass to eye.
Nature is everywhere,
But beauty is in the beholder’s eyes beware.
Be sure of the man,
his greed just grows.
Mother dear is that a tear you show!
Rare as each blossom on a tree,
From Watusi tribe unto the Cherokee,
Each member of man's family,
Has their own unique biography.
Rare the nights of burgundy,
That prelude yellow dawn ecstasy!
Green are the fields so summery;
Pink the rose of fragrancy.
Silvery moon most satisfactory,
And stars winking at you and me.
Nature speaks not of equality;
Pale butterfly to grasshopper free.
Deep blue sky and frothing sea,
And colors of the nebulae.
A spectrum of hues, each in harmony,
Is how it was all meant to be.
Redbird red sings a rhapsody,
Pretty bluejay warbles his gaiety.
The sun shines on His Majesty,
As orchards respond fruitfully.