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My Friend Constance La France

My friend Constance La France

 Creativity
 One of her best attributes
 Native American
 She finds strength in her Ojibwa roots
 Tragedy
 At a young age, she came to know it
 Nothing
 Could change the fact she is a poet
 Expressive

“Life is a journey full of moments-of struggle 
                for a poet the gathering of emotions”
  And “the penning of poems will one day crumble,
                of words that crash together like waves in oceans”

  Family
  Relationships, support, a reminder of home 
 "Again and again each day a new poem"
  New beginnings, a second chance
  Constance La France
  Excellence

Quote from Life is Tragic,
 "again and again each day a new poem" quote by Constance La France
01/25/2021
Written for Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsor Margarita Lillico
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member ''The Lost Feather''

 
Something Old

April 29, 2016

A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed. 

There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
there, under a blazing azure sky above,
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.

There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
there, below the Ottawa River thunders,
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.

There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.

A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.


Something New

October 6, 2021

"They called it home, now the People watch it being destroyed,
once, they owned all the wilderness and in the mighty wind, 
a lone feather twirls and swirls as if dancing ..."
                
the quivering feather is the only sound
where in my dream I am one with my People
and eagles flying above symbolize our spirit and strength
as they glide in a cloudless sky canopy

the vast land of Canada stretches to the horizon
and below the rocky cliffs the Ottawa River thunders
as feathers in my hair and on my horse dance
in the mighty winds that roars

this Ojibwe girl looks at the vast lands once owned
by the People, vast land that could have been shared
and with my majestic Appaloosa horse of many colors
upon that high jagged rocky cliff ... I weep

"and a feather lost glides drifting it soars"
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October 06, 2021


Poetry/Verse/''The Lost Feather''
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1395-601-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Submitted to the Standard contest, Something Old Something New
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 06/08/2022

First Place
Form: Verse

Premium Member ''A Lost Feather''

 
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
In the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
Once, the People owned all the wilderness,
They called it home, now they watch it be destroyed. 

There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
An appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
There, under a blazing azure sky above,
An Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.

There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
Eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
There, below the Ottawa River thunders,
And the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.

There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
Eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
There, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
The only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.

A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
In the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
Once, the People owned all the wilderness,
They called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.


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April 29, 2016

Poetry/Verse/"A Lost Feather"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-783-077-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


4/1/2019, 2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement
Sponsor, Mark Toney

Seventh Place
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Submitted to Marathon, Mile 24
Sponsor, Mark Toney

First Place
________________________________
For the contest, A Poem Please
sponsor, John Lawless

Fourth Place
Form: Verse

Savior of Torch Lake

Arms and legs peddling struggling
I tread
In the middle of the lake

There is 300 feet of blue water
Between the soles of my feet
And the 10,000 year old dance floor beneath.

Torch Lake never gives up her dead.

The lake’s bottom is pocked
With springs bursting as jets from Middle Earth
Jumbling boulders like popcorn.

This is where the drowned bodies sink
Irretrievable by dive teams or priests

Those Ojibwa fishermen ripped from their Birch canoes
	Loggers clunked dead on their heads
		Great Depression titans
Still stitched to their britches
	Top hats and bow ties
		Pistols clutched to their hands

Wives sunk from hurt and betrayal
	Factory workers snapped in two
		A young girl from a rowboat
Caught in a sudden storm
	Clapping for her tossed dog
		She dove in.

I wonder from down there
Where they’re all doing the jig
What I look like to them
Up here?

Another man walking on his knees?

Premium Member Miikawaadizi Ode

 
 
"Beautiful Heart"

Miikawaadizi 
Kindhearted, thoughtful, courteous, trustworthy
Daughter of Jacqueline and Conrad (address Heaven) 
Lover of my Ojibwa grandma, beloved husband, and baby boy (gone) 
Who feels blessed by God, blessed with words, and with good memories
Who fears floods, wild winds, and earthquakes
Who would like to see no wars, justice for First Nation People's, no prejudice
Resident of this great big wonderful World
Ode

I have a really precious kitty cat by the name of Snuggles Kitty,
she is so soft and fluffy-  she purrs all the time and talks a lot;
I have to admit she is like my child and makes me feel good,
she sleeps, she plays, she meows and she is sort of naughty !
me
Form: Bio


Premium Member My Feather

 
Fluttering, drifting
to and fro it soars
it dances in the mighty wind
it twirls, it swirls

There
upon a sheer jagged rocky cliff
an Appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic

There
under this blazing azure sky
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada

There
in the mighty wind that roars
a feather lost from her raven hair, quietly moves

There
far below the Ottawa River thunders
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon

There
above in a perfect sky
eagles soar, symbolizing "The Peoples" strength

There
in my spirit dream
the only sound is the wind that moves my feather

Fluttering, drifting
to and fro it soars
it dances in the mighty wind
it twirls, it swirls

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March 21, 2023 (Repost)

Poetry/Free Verse/My Feather
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-991-21
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Submitted into the Premiere contest, Strand No 1201
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/22/2023

Eighth Place

Premium Member An Ojibwe Girl - My Spirit


My people the Ojibwa are fierce and strong. A people of stories, myths and
knowledge.  On birch bark scrolls and stones their history is told. And I,
a mere Ojibwa girl writes stories.  The early Canadian explorers wrote of
our fierce warriors.  "Strong arms held bows, arrows and clubs, their bodies
tattooed in various fashion and design, faces painted and noses pierced."
Eventually they stole our land, so I fight for the rights of my people.

                      I tell my stories
                      keeping the warriors alive -
                      their strength and spirit


And there upon a sheer and rocky cliff a black stallion stands majestic under a 
blazing sun. My Ojibwa warrior looks at me with great love.  In the air and wind
that roars, his feathers earned in acts of bravery flutter.  I am nestled within his
strong arms.  My turquoise and glass beaded dress sparkles in the sun.  Far below
the Ottawa River thunders.  The vast lands of Canada stretch to the horizon. Up
above in the azure, many eagles soar, as a symbol of Ojibwa unity.  The Spirit
Fathers approve of this love. And in this dreamy dream the imagination of this
Ojibwa girl moves his majestic feathers.  The beauty will never fade in stories.


                       wild water echoes
                       of land as far as the eye -
                       and tribes brave and fierce
                        


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May 1, 2015


Poetry/Haibun/An Ojibwe Girl - My Spirit
Copyright Protected, ID 05-668-447-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

Submitted to the Stndar contest, Show Me Your Spirit, 
sponsor, FJ Thomas, HM, Judged 2015
Form: Haibun

Premium Member The Feather

 
A feather lost, gliding and drifting, it soars, 
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed. 

There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
there, under a blazing azure sky above,
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.

There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
there, below the Ottawa River thunders,
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.

There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.

A feather lost, gliding and drifting, it soars, 
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.


____________________________
April 29, 2016


Poetry/Verse/The Feather
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1227-360-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, Strand Select X
sponsor, Brian Strand

Honorable Mention
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Feather

Fluttering, drifting
to and fro it soars
it dances in the mighty wind
it twirls, it swirls

There
upon a sheer jagged rocky cliff
an Appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic

There
under this blazing azure sky
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada

There
in the mighty wind that roars
a feather lost from her raven hair, quietly moves

There
far below the Ottawa River thunders
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon

There
above in a perfect sky
eagles soar, symbolizing "The Peoples" strength

There
in my spirit dream
the only sound is the wind that moves my feather

Fluttering, drifting
to and fro it soars
it dances in the mighty wind
it twirls, it swirls

_______________________
December 9, 2012


Poetry/Verse/The Feather
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 441-546-09
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Form: Verse

Premium Member Promised Land

Promised Land: A Psalm of Faith

There is a kind of strength comes to a wanting land
(Where six inches of unfavored soil must withstand 
 A chance for rain), when rooted in the Word
That brings hope through faith.
---And a roadside sign proclaims, "Jesus is Lord"

Expand and retreat, germinate and scatter
Rhythms of nature play out no matter
How the seemingly perpetual estates of man defy.
---And an ancient Ojibwa cried, "Sometimes I go about in pity
For myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky" 

I knew of a man broken by this land
Who remains unbreakable in his stand
That he and the grange are one.
When asked why he stays on in this now dead sea,
—-Says only,"This is God's country and I am his son"

Copyright Paul Thomson 2013.
Form: Didactic

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