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If I, your sister Jill, were Alice, and you, my brother Bill, were Rabbit, and if I asked you, "How long was forever", and you answered me with, "Sometimes just one second,* and if you, cousin Jonnie, said that you had a dream about a house with a thousand rooms, I for one would think that we three knew something, though not much, about a few things in the Bible which speaks much about eternity, and how mere seconds with God are not seconds that we could even remotely comprehend, and about many mansions or rooms in our Father's House, though far more than a thousand, being reserved for us, and I'd also say that we three were on to something big. You see, to speak of the words 'forever and second' in the same sentence would be rather inappropriate and tantamount to sarcasm, and a house with a thousand rooms would have to be heaven because it would not be a thing of reason in this our world so finite and so filled with people so separated and disconnected both by space and disinterest.
013120cjPoSpCtest, The Meld Of Muses, Craig Cornish. *As per contest rules, this poem is based on two muses melded into one: Muse #1 - Louis Carrol wrote - Alice, "How long is forever". Rabbit, "Sometimes just one second". Muse #2 - The house with a thousand rooms.
FLOWER POWER
He broke the rule, shattered it,
left the pieces for all to see.
The hill rolling, tree climbing,
butterfly chasing, game of tag
was over and the race for the
water fountain was on.
He ran with his flock,
suddenly breaking sharply
to the left, slowing to a
two knee landing.
He bent low, rolled onto
his side, did a little snake
dance, then lay motionless.
After several minutes he rose,
corrected his circuitous cycle,
and rejoined the thirsty flock.
Intrigued, I investigated the
cause/effect relationship
of his deviation - A lone dandelion.
It had drawn him in,
he had studied it, touched it,
smelled it, tasted it, spent a
few moments getting to know it.
He remained unfamiliar with the rule
but had gained a familiarity with
the dandelion.
Perhaps he was on to something.
Submitted to Encounters with Flowers – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
11/22/2014
See Me
I want, desperately, to Impress
Why
I don't know why
Hmm
I just, despairingly, want to Impress
I, sincerely, wish you knew why
Why, pray tell
So, interestingly, I may want to Impress too
Oh, my dear friend...
Yes, buddy
It, unfeigned, has to come from within
That, undoubtedly, makes sense
Sure, unequivocally, it does
If not, unwavering, from within
It, unmistakably, doesn't matter
Yes, but...
But what
But, dear confidant, if I don't...
Yes, you're on to something
Feel it from within...
Yes
And I, forlorn, strive to Impress anyway...
Yes, almost there...
Then, sadly, I'm not happy...
Yes, say it goddamn it
With who I am
Yes, I'm Impressed
*
She tries to get over it..but how does she?
When she remembers that you're the one who made her 'bazodee'
That you're the one who made her smile,
For hours and hours despite the miles.
How does she get over the memories that were made?
We both know those things don't fade.
Or perhaps she doesn't want them to because she's holding on to something that seems like hope..
Hope- for what can happen again
Hope- for another spark
Hope- for you to come back
Hope- to start over
So she dwells on the 'what ifs'
Neglecting that she's putting her life on pause,
For someone who would never return no matter the cause.
Hiding her emotions is what she does best
Smiling so much that her face never gets a rest.
But deep down inside she feels the pain,
Pain that she tries to contain
Knowing that she'll never feel the same way again.
The struggle lies an ever on
Holding on to something never to
To find a place never to belong
To have love but never knew
As tough as love can ever be
Life but lives by just as close
Billions of simply you and me
To live and learn to never be pros
An ever be to never was
Never were to never is
To be found to know you are lost
To be laughed... I laugh at displease
Can you love what you hate?
So easy to simply love what you love
Too early too late
So hard to simply hate for all that's worth
Struggles... lives forever on
Have you love or do you want new?
Searching for places never to belong
To have loved but never knew
Gentle
I'm fragile
Handle me with care
Feel the vibe
Like no one else is there
Cherish me like it's your last dream
Build me like an all star team
Stick with me by any means
Let me tell you or let me show
You see with you
I want to grow
From the root
See you in a suit
One day saying I do
And really mean it
Things like this we always dreamed it
Then I looked in your eyes
It was genuine
Took me by surprise
You are my love ,my buddy
My partner I want to study
Study where we are going in the future
Let's leave the past
And move on to something that's an Everlast
Be gentle with my heart
Don't rip it apart
I have a heart of gold
Please don't make me fold
(Repeat 1x)
Hear me out
Hear me good
A woman does a man good
Scratch that
Let me state
What it takes
It takes caring
When it gets tough
Don't leave when you feel you've had enough
Help him out, just show you care
Like Mariah said just Call my name I'll be there
To help mold you
When I get upset I won't scold you
I plan to uphold you
To our vision
You are my best decision
That's been made
With these feelings I wouldn't trade
Be gentle with my heart
Don't rip it apart
I have a heart of gold
Please don't make me fold
(Repeat 1x)
Be gentle
Be kind
And we will be fine
(Repeat 1x)
Be gentle with my heart
Don't rip it apart
I have a heart of gold
Please don't make me fold
(Repeat 1x)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
06/01/2022
It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched,
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched,
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just a little back from single country lane,
high-hedged between the farms with tracks for bumpy tractor rides,
strong arms to try and guide wobble wheels on hardened sun-dry ruts,
to draw trailored dung across winter's dark and muddy fields.
Father's fingers, numb with frost by hand-picked sprouts,
with dawn's dim light not yet bright enough to warm his back.
And hundred weights of summer grain on neck and shoulder,
staggered through barn doors to store, to tip hessian sacks piled high,
sack upon sack.
My mother, crushed and bruised at milking stall,
squeezing squirting teats to fill the milking pale,
to complete them all before mucking out the dung and straw,
then moving on to something more which bends the back
and rubs sodden foot sore in chilled hoof-trodden boot.
This was no Eden's garden which followed war enough to harden
even softer souls.
Yet, it was a paradise for smaller feet to roam free among the fields,
not caring when to make for home and sup on sprouts that dad had picked
and mum had peeled, and soft cooked, with such hard labour,
all overlooked by youth, and by youth's youthful ignorance.
For some, certainly for dad, and for mum,
Eden's garden gave way to thistle and to thorn,
and to sweated furrowed brows serving children's carefree days,
and precious hopes for first and second son.
These rode upon the carts and crossed the dykes in leaky barrels
and threw their stones at tethered bull not caring for the weather,
whether fine, or whether dull, or whether small gloved fingers numbed with chill.
For them that Eden's garden was a Paradise still,
and though choking staining seed was sown, it was not yet grown,
and eyes not yet exposed to serpent's smaller gardens,
composed for ever younger eyes, for the tainting and enslaving of ever younger lives.
That wiley snake now lurks and lies inside dark orchards of delight,
a world explored unseen from pillowed comfort,
and sometimes in the darker night with a different sky blue light,
that Eden web now known world wide, that Eden made with fallen pride,
that Eden oft obscene, that Eden all of lies, that lies behind the pixel screen.
Expectations, that's what we have
Is it beneficial that it'll last
Could it be from the past
The reason we can't grasp (ooooooooohhhh)
Holding on to something old, I was choosing while you'd already chose
This was bold, I can see
That we are in expectancy
Expecting something new
But these old feelings are over you
Is it true that it could be
That our love needs to flee
Sitting on expectations, while time is steady wasting
No replacing just let it go
No more walking your way through the door
Is there more I'm just saying
That's what happens when love keeps playing
There's a pattern that we couldn't put together
How could something so lovely
Not last forever,
Maybe we didn't try as hard
We had alot to look up to
But you never let down your guard
You thought that I was out to hurt you
I would never
I guess in the end we expected better
But it seemed when it was just us
We could face any kind of weather
I hope one day ,With all due respect
That we both find what we expect
Don't settle ,For tea in a kettle
Or a bike without a pedal
A medallion without a medal
This for the gentleman and the ladies
Don't be in something make you question yourself maybe
If it's not good for you move on to the next
If it's not what you expect
By:Concetta Hardnett
There is a void I cant seem to close,
Into it all this turmoil flows,
Like a tender storm rushing forth,
Mingling all my midnight thoughts.
Those moments I have you, the moments I dont,
The moments Im inside you, the moments I wont,
Im feeling discarded locked in a dome,
Where do I now call home?
Your walls are built high,
Your tower beyond my reach,
And still I try,
To be a driftwood on your beach.
Here I am: nothing built on nothingness,
Inching towards something for a moment of bliss,
Kisses on thine eyes,
lips on your neck,
How quickly time flies,
While a ship is wrecked.
The remnants left in the deep,
Treasure chest in the ocean's keep,
Worn, beaten and if time has been kind,
Will never lose their luster in my mind.
I hold on to something that made me feel alive,
And if memory fails, I'll open my heart and take a dive.
Expecting in September
I'm Expecting a blessed month
Amongst it all
This is my month
To not fall
If I loose balance
I know God will handle it ??
He will be my protection
Point me in the right direction
Be the answer
To my suggestion
He will supply my needs
Hear every prayer
The one thing about him
He will always be there
He has always been there
From what I can remember
He said open up your heart
For expectancy in September
September
Please make it one to remember
No hurt no stressing
Just September's blessing
(Repeat 1x)
It's been a year
You held on
Pulled out your super powers
You were strong
Did things you didn't think were possible
Overcame alot of obstacles
You made it in plain view
The best part you did it for you
Clap your hands
Pat yourself on the back
You are on to something
Thats a fact
You are greater ??
Than you have ever been
Look what September is bringing in
September
Please make it one to remember
No hurt no stressing
Just September's blessing
(Repeat 1x)
Blessings are coming
One blessing at a time
Keep keeping God first
You will be just fine (Repeat 1x)
September
Please make it one to remember
No hurt no stressing
Just September's blessing
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
8/31/2026