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When my pen runs dry
And my long life ends
I'll write a poem
To all of my friends...
For them to read
Anywhere, anytime of the day
To cheer them up
Make things okay
I would not write
A poem about me
I'd write about them
For others to see
How wonderful they were
And to me - what they meant
My guardian angels
That were heaven sent
They picked me up
when I would fall
Thank you, my friends
My love...to you all
So, if this is the last...
Of the poems that I write
I'll lay down with a smile
Then...I'll turn out the light
My Muse, Mortal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden (The Bard)
7/17/3018
I still can't get over you,
My heart still skips a beat
When I hear you name,
and I miss you
I miss you beyond amiss.
So what do I do now?
What can I do alone?
cause you took my smile away,
buried it when you left, and
decided it was okay not to come back.
Your smile built a home in my heart,
and now it no longer feels like home
without your presence.
There's just something amiss
and dear oh dear its you who's amiss.
You left without saying goodbye,
And along you left the heart of an angel
struck by lightening.
You sewed but never sowed.
You left us in a world so dim
getting dimmer by the second ,without your bright smile
Yet you are still my light.
I was doin’ all right, feelin’ okay
Was off to the start of a pretty good day
Seemed like a bounce was steppin’ from my shoes
But lo and behold, I fell into the setback blues
The wife was happy, kids were swift
Got a telephone book for a birthday gift
I memorized every name up to the U’s
But that’s where I froze up from the setback blues
People callin’ all day long
Askin’ if I’d contribute a song
To their cause and appear as a sponsor on their cruise
I did it and sank straight down into the setback blues
The setback blues --
And I was doin’ so good
They had finally agreed
To let me stay in the neighborhood
Time is history, time don’t care
Time tends to rule and not play fair
It ain’t no summer camp -- just ask the Jews
Stuck behind barbed wire and the setback blues
I took a sip and then another
Went to the kitchen to call mother
Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a bruise
And the worst headache since the dawn of the setback blues
Got the setback blues
Took a turn for the worst
I keep waiting for this cloud to fade
And for this bubble to burst
If you wake up early and you can’t see
If they’ve demoted you in your family
If your last successful decision was to hit “snooze”
You may be a candidate for the setback blues
Okay, what do I want to write about?
I think I will write about control
Who is in control?
Is it you?
Or is it the Man upstairs – God?
So many times you think you are in control of something
Did He prove that you are not?
And let you know so
Oh yeah my friend He is the ultimate Controller
Of your life, of everything that is touched by you
If you don’t believe it, then He really is going to prove it to you
You will see that suddenly you feel conflicting about something
Your feeling about something changes
Yes, He controls your feelings
Don’t be cocky thinking He could not touch what belongs to you
Such as your feelings
Nothing is detached from Him, my friend
He has His hand upon everything
You would see that He suddenly changes how you look and feel about
something
To whatever He wants it
Sometimes it’s for the better
Ha most of the time
And sometimes ah that part I know
He never does it for the worse
So you suddenly feel drawn and tired for no reason
He is about to do something
He is the Amazer
Is that a word?
I don’t know
I am running out of words to describe My forever- my Ally
He is so awesome
Back to where I was saying
He will amaze you
And will prove to you that yes, He is the controller
So think of it the next time
You said you are in control
Ha you don’t know it yet
But know you have another thing coming
So yield my friend
Say fold
Ha let Him have it
Acknowledge that you have a wonderful Master
Who is in charge of you
Your everything
Yes
God – the Mighty Ruler of Creation
The Governor, The Great Shepherd, The Guide
The Rock, The Refiner, The Head of the Church, The Foundation, The I Am
The waves are coming in
The sound of the water is all but familiar
I would let it touch my skin
I would let it wash me away from the world forever
As I held my breath and sunk into
I was swallowed with the world shut away
Given a chance to imagine anew
I was given an exacted moment to know I’m okay
And I never felt more alive being so enclose
Feeling so weightless with waters so heavy upon
Just a while more yet no longer... I rose
Revealing once again to the world I don’t belong
How long can I hold my breath under water?
How long more can I survive the world we build?
There is no need to really be better...
Simply a need to feel... and be real
The waves are washing out
I will hold my breath one more time
Will the waters wash away my doubt
To once more emerge... what will I find?
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Genre: life
Song: Early Morning Fog by Hans Zimmer
"Final Edition" Posted 12 Sep 2021
With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and bringing a smile to one another, we all need a lighthearted break from the serious side of life once in a while... especially on Mondays! ~ John
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[humor attribution - #5 by Edmo Snord, #6 by Rodney Dangerfield, all others found online, sources unknown]
Same fight everywhere
Everyone want to be
Free from something
Our freedom differs
Yet could be connected
To one root
That root that promised
Us the sources
We hope it the provider
Of all we deserve
It sad how deeply
It just but an illusion
Of just an ordinary
Control
Same fight everywhere
Everyone freedom differs
Yet it source speaks same
Root
The root that brings freedom
The root we thinks
Could be our redemption
The root we was thought of
And that is sad
Cos we never find it out
Our self
So I wonder how another
Mans imposition could
Makes you a total free person
Same fight everywhere
Some fight for freedom Is
Brutal
Some look okay but it pains
Equals brutality
Some looks calm
But more destructive in heart
Our fight everywhere are
Same
As long as you need be free
Freedom is freedom
Is either you have it
Or you live to get one cos it
Same fight everywhere
so much is held within silence, that has yet to be appreciated
while everything that is nothingess, yearns to be satiated
and elated with understandings that are demanding
too much
I've been searching this whole time for what was already there
as the the crimson and hazel eyed me down with a stare
to remind me just how kindly that life remains unfair
unfair in words that could never be expressed
forever leaving my heart with not but a guess,
a request that keeps me utterly hanging, still
un-changing between two crooked dimensions
simply, only longing for the attention
spent my words trying hard to be cheap
while sanity seemed to take the back seat
I could only try to keep calm for so long before
I tasted the meaning of this beautiful song
sing to me the meaning of what it means to smile
perhaps just to lay in the sun for a while,
in comfortable silence that's just understood,
i get it, you get it- its all good
but maybe im just dreaming and it wasn't okay
for the clouds seemed to cover the sun on that day
should've just stayed and spared my last change, then maybe
my words would be slightly arranged.
but this deranged state of mind can find reason for being,
it's just another feeling that to experience is fleeting.
in the end I remembered I had a voice,
with the realization that happiness is always a choice.
I cannot tell you I am not hurt
Because I am crucified.
Did you ever love me or was it all a lie?
I need a few seconds to get some control.
Was it the red-headed woman?
Or the blonde little troll?
Do not tell me you have moved on without anyone else
I am naïve, not crazy, not stupid.
Although now I feel a little of both.
You have completely devastated me.
I feel skinned alive, my eyes hurt from crying.
If I said I was okay I would certainly be lying.
Some day when you have a little girl of your own
I hope you remember this day and how much you hurt me
You had nurtured the little girl inside me
But she died a few minutes ago
When you told me that you never loved me
When you look at your baby, you will remember this moment
And you will feel remorse
Knowing you killed another little girl
Now go because I do not want to hug you good-bye.
I will never forget you ...
each one I love ... gone for Heaven above
my sister left first and years rolled
but I was left silent
no talking
but I heard ...
~ it was grandma who reached into my silent world
and gave me a safe harbor and inspired me to write my pain and sorrow
and I healed under her loving care ~
when my father left me
I was utterly shattered and broken
he had been my rock
I still recall our walks in nature and his sayings
that I now understand ...
~ don't burn the bridges behind you ... you may wish to go back
pick your battles- find the courage to walk away from a fight
hold your friends close to your heart ... and many others as well ~
when my baby died I wept for days and months ....
and my mother held me to her heart
when my husband left shortly after I was left empty
we lost my brother to a senseless war
and when mother left me I was beyond grief ...
like a wilted rose I hung my head
I was a lost balloon floating ... with no true north
but, somehow I found myself again, 'till
grandma left me 'alone' ... in this world
she is the reason I am a writer today ...
~ but, yet again I found a fathomless strength within me
and also found my poetic voice and MUSE
and express myself now ... in poetry and art forms
... broken but okay ... and I will never forget ~
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April 22, 2021
Poetry/Verse/never forgotten
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-756-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Open Poetry 3,
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 04/25/2021
Submitted into the Premier contest, Your 2021 N-A Choice poem
Sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 04/27/2021
Fifth Place
Poem of the Day, April 24, 2021
Submitted to the Premier contest, Your Favorite Poem Of 2021
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 11/23/2021
First Place