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I have a pussy cat, my cute mischievous pet.
She loves me more than anyone, I can bet.
Among felines, she is so smart and clever,
Too adventurous, never once a bit demure.
Sleek and slim she is with whiskers long,
They stand out like plastic bristles strong.
During day she snuggles on my cot,
And sleeps never annoyed by a nagging thought.
When my fingers move over my cute elfin,
She wakes up and rumbles like a car engine.
She has damp nose, delicate ears, and soft silky fur.
She nudges on my legs and feet with a soft purr.
She often rests on her soft paws with claws sheathed.
Sometimes, seen lying with legs outstretched,
Nibbling at her own feet with her sandpaper tongue,
Curling and twitching with the tail widely flung.
At night she wanders out and prowls
Searching for her prey like nocturnal owls.
Sometimes she comes inside with a frog or fledgling,
And into some secret corner steals quietly settling.
Once I saw her longingly eyeing the glass jar
Which was kept close to the table not far.
In it swam merrily a few ornamental fish.
Darting up and down in water moving with a swish.
I knew what her intent was and moved it to a safer place.
I was sure my jar with the fish was safe in the new space.
But she continued to entertain her fancy of having the fish,
And carried it in her heart like a haunting secret wish.
One day I saw water spilled all over and the jar lying broken,
And all my fish sadly missing, leaving my heart utterly frozen.
Foolish I was to think, she would be satisfied with mice and rats,
But over everything, she preferred fish like most other cats.
We are born aware of our soul’s treasure.
We know we are from spirit sourced designs
and graced with faith traits far beyond measure.
These truths grow loose when spirit earth aligns.
As earth life feeds us human emotions,
we drift from truth and our hearts refashion.
Days of human ways grow false held notions.
God nudges us to reclaim His passion.
When a child, God tingle-touches our skin.
We feel otherness seeking us aware
with love seeped passions that ignite within.
We cannot name it but thrill to its flair.
Time bends us to lend us a spirit mend
for it’s when pained that we seek beyond sight.
When we strive for a spiritual blend,
it is in quiet we find truth’s bright might.
summer birth
lots of crying and whining
wanting a bottle
angry about my allergies
sniffling and snarling
autumn childhood
love for witches, jack-o-lanterns and ghosts
developing fantastical stories about Dracula and Frankenstein
enjoying literature, reading seven books a day
that is all the library will let me have at a time
winter nudges my Achilles’ heel
my asthma is triggered by the cold weather
I live in a climate where I tend to get pneumonia
I have lots of hospital stays, my health is waning
Spring brings me hope
I have retired, my days are all play now
I can do what I want when I want
my cup is full of joy and gratitude for a terrific life.
Life is a puzzle.
Some pieces fall into place easily.
Others have to be manipulated to click.
Some take tremendous effort.
People can put their pieces in different places
Places that make sense to them but to no others
We have the freedom to put them in sideways
When we are frustrated we can try to throw up our hands
And return to it later, but sooner nudges us.
It is up to us to create our own edges
Okay to push the borders as far as we need to push them
Matching colors as they make sense to us,
Designing our life in our own way,
Our own creation, understood by no one more than us.
Zooming with faith wings
toward his scheduled biblical adventures
surpassing so-called super heroes’ feats...
my special child today leaves his wheel chair
as he takes his flight
for heavenly quests
with prophet Elijah’s chariot of fire!
His eyes behold great miracle in its active mode
along God’s omnipotence displayed…
such is the creation of the universe with all its elements
through the Almighty’s potent words
yet the best is the bringing to life of the first man, Adam
and the first woman, Eve with the Creator’s very hands
culminating with the first-ever wedding in the Garden of Eden.
Then, my son dashes to his favorite fighting arena
for a close view, defying his spastic epilepsy’s seizure
to watch the replay of David and Goliath match…
oh, how he claps with glee as he sees his champion
first praying to the Lord for help
and then swirling his sling
to defeat the giant, with a smashing fall.
Placing the Bible story book in his bed’s nook
my son nudges me for tomorrow’s bout
challenging my sweet patience along story-telling prowess
to make alive so vividly great events recorded in the Scriptures
for his delight which is likewise my soul empowerment:
acting out genuine faith in the strength* of Christ
by serving and reaching-out with love and joy.
Psalm 71:16 I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.
May 18, 2020
10th place, "Action Adventure" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 5/18/2020.
When we embrace success for the first time
When a child encounters her father after a long time
When a poor hungry boy nudges a food
When friends reminisce our old memories-good
When a dialysis patient gets the donor
When we become a house owner
When we take off our first journey
That too in our first salary
When butterfly from chrysalis finally flies
when we discern happy ending stories
When our friends behave sweeter than honey
When we realize it is not always money
There comes some esoteric sense of happiness
That is sometimess exposed through the happy tears
Every human deserves these happy tears
Atleast once in their lives,
For, it is the best solution for all their strives
And the sweetest tear that never hurts
Long Ago,
I gave my life to a vision beauty,
And it ruined and blessed my life forever,
I met a taskmaster, who was relentless,
He showed me my sin, sin after sin, and I could barely bare it,
But through it all his still small voice said, “Woody I love you”
And there are moments friend, There are moments, when he opens up the
Sounds of Heaven to me,
And I feel a peace and a joy that are unequaled by any time I could imagine,
Like for instance, today, I preached at one of my best friend’s Churches,
And I preached the theme, when a seed becomes a Storm.
And my friend read poetry,
And my friend arrived in laden apparel,
And it was a like a dream of old, come true forever more,
The Fantastic Four, knocking down windmills and furrowing eternal friendship,
And at the end of the day, my wife and I sat down and cried tears of empathy and
passion and healing to Gridiron Gang,
I tell you this world is harsh,
And so my King must be tough on me,
He must relentlessly remind me of my emptiness and inadequacy,
But in all of his chastening there is the still small vision of a beauty more
captivating than any World Wonder,
I tell you my King is tough,
But beyond his toughness there is a soft still comfort,
And my love for him is so deep in this moment,
I yell and scream at my savior sometimes like a jealous wife,
I curse him out, I dare him to show himself,
And time after time, he responds, “My son, you are beautifully and wonderfully
made and I love you”
I tell you, in his service I have suffered horrors I couldn’t have thought of in my
wildest nightmare,
And yet his protective hand has always been on me,
He is the King of all I tell you,
And I am unafraid to embrace a Buddhist or a Muslim or a Jew or a Hindu as
sisters or brothers,
For I know of my Saviors protective Jealousy,
He does not fear my adultery,
For he is confident,
He nudges me to explore the universe and see him in Vishnu and Siva alike,
And like the Sivites I sometimes say to him, “God where is your mercy?!”
And he answers with such sweet caress,
And he answers with such sweet murmurings,
He is the End and the Beginning of my joy,
He is my coach, my lover, my friend, my King, my confidant, my brother, my father,
my boss, my master, my life, my heart, and I will love him forever!!!
“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard.
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A day like any other,
but also
a day like no other—
She’s losing the threads again.
No—she’s finally starting to see.
—A day like any other.
The bus hustled over
cracked cement in damp air—
a sight scorched
to the back of my skull.
I sat in my window seat
like it’s a
reflex—
a voice nudges me in the ribs
break something— it said
—anything,
just stopping sitting here.
I switched sides
before my brain can question
if it makes sense.
I let my eyes drink out
the other window—
A smidge of red—a balloon.
Something navy—a child’s backpack.
A birdless branch wobbles—
My gaze drifts up,
the sun reply with dazzles—
For a second,
everything rhymed.
and in my dream fantasy ...
I find my beloved Chimera horse
he is quite beautiful, magical and wild
with great feathery wings breathtaking
his mane is a flowing river when he runs
his coat striking brownish shades of brindle
we leap and fly in my dreamy dream ...
~ over forests lush in hues of green
and valleys deep ... dark with mystery
my own hair a golden river streaking in the night
oh, my heart swells with love for Chimera
as the moon sails across the sky
Chimera and I drink
in the night and stars ...
he knows my emotions like when I am sad
and gives me kisses and nudges his affection
sometimes we lay on the cool grass
my head on his body looking up at the twinkling above
and he feels so real to me
not a figment and not an illusion
but a real breathing lovely horse
he just happens ... to have wings ...
~ he found me in a dream years ago
and comes to me unbidden to soothe
my weather-stained soul and broken heart
oh, moon, your light is failing ...
... and Chimera must fade away
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April 2, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Chimera
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1343-524-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, This And That, Vol 1
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 04/10/2021
Fifth Place
Sometimes
it seems to me
That life is like one long day at the beach
If you’re lucky, it starts out sunny
You play and time is of no concern
The world is warm,
a happy and beautiful place
The day nudges along
There are some rain showers
they come and go
And there’s that darn sun block cream
Who feels like worrying about that?
So, here’s the sun again
It’s late afternoon, early evening
You’ve had fun all day
But now, you’re not feeling so great
Your skin is burning,
Some chills render shivers
You didn’t use that sun block
At least not enough
And boy, now you are going to pay
If you make it
You think about the sand, the sea
And the castles you could have built
but didn’t
Then, you gather your things
and move on
Somewhere