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My mouth is full of fizzy liquid,
my toungue is tickling vivid.
Even though my dark circles under the eye,
are deep within my following breath, they lie.
The ground is scretchy,
Are with the bathroom one matchy.
The cold shrouded my soul,
I love coldness, hotness is foul.
My phone is which lays within,
near my eyes, they felt to spin,
but I continued with every grin.
The girl was heavyload,
never saw a marry fraud.
Maybe she wasn't lying at all I don't know.
I don't know anything at all.
Popp:,, Shall we meet?"
,, Hm? Meet?"
My arm was shaky,
I tried to grab the handle,
but it was already lacking.
And not not oping, why did I try for the 50th time?
,, We can't.
I can't"
,, Why?"
,, I am scared"
,, Scared? Of what?"
,, of that"
,, People"
,, Yes, I can't were people are.
But I left a letter once in a locker"
,, huh? Were you there"
,, Once before"
,, were is it?"
,, near the Subway station, 0967.
Leave any key there."
,, why"
,, for you"
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,, Sorry, do you know where the Subway station is Sir?"
I showed him.
,,? Mam, we it's, do you need to go there?"
,, yes please"
,, Okay, but please just what you need."
It was muddy,
everything felt fuzzy.
The lockers were never even touched.
0967, it opened.
Okay, put any key?
Okay I put, I close.
Popp:,, I did it but the Man looked at me confused"
,, Hello?''
,, you there?"
Mom:,, this kid is so useless!"
,, hah, defiently, he is dead already now mom better is."
*picture*
The door was only seen,
the screen appeared to be green.
Is he a sleeping beauty?
The shine of the sun suited his yellowish hair,
But he was more distanced then before,
why is the chat playing a Trick, it's not fair.
,, Let's just built our house above of his grave"
1677
Popp:,, Death is a better ascape.
Why are people scared to turn into a shade?"
Why
Can't
I response?
The key is gone
Above green pastures I fell into a recollection
Beyond the shore side I made a connection
Concisely I wrote in a tiny flowered journal
Determined to be a strong woman so maternal
Everyone craves desires to work on themselves
Find freedom from books on our dusty shelves
Growing in fantasy of being better than we are
Hoping our wishes come true from our special star
Internal revelations fear nothing but great loss
Jurisdiction for true answers no matter the cost
Kicking and screaming we search in front of our eyes
Learning nonetheless we must remove our disguise
Maybe I’ll find my beliefs are enough reasons to live
Never giving up on passion I need to freely give
Open my heart to my honest soul-saving wonder
Pray if I’m in life’s earthquake I shall never fall under
Quietly I sit and ponder why life brings such sorrow
Remember the sun sets in west for a brighter tomorrow
Selfishly I crave more riches than I have received
Truth be told God has given me more than I’ll ever need
Uniquely I write prose for the one true lover of my life
Vicariously I am forever blessed to be his eternal wife
When the snow falls I shall see beauty in mother nature
Xerox my memories of the importance of the manger
Youth came and now I am an adult free to choose
Zig-zagged and healthy free from yesterday’s blues
Date Written: July 7, 2016
Hurrying down a winding path
Among imposing lofty trunks, I
Nourish thoughts with optimism
Discarding an assault by aching limbs
Imploring for a soothing stop
Notwithstanding valid motivation.
Hark! I catch cascading sounds
Approaching from not far away.
Nobody knows how big a boost this brings!
Doubts will not disturb my mind again.
With you this mission I’ll accomplish soon;
Important to withhold mistrust at bay.
Towards conclusion, with firm motivation,
Hoping to attain our initial aspiration.
You hold my hand, without any qualms
Of what tomorrow and days afar might spawn.
Uplifting is this vast profusion of our faith.
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This Acrostic poem is also a Lipogram.
In it, a specific letter or letters of the alphabet is/are systematically omitted. In this case it is the letter “e”.
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A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Placed 4th
© 24th January, 2023
City, after city fades
One more night dreaming of home
Morning arrives and my weeping cascades
I am tired of this journey and my solitary roam
Now, I realize how much I love you
Gathering my strength I pray our love is still true
Beautiful memories of us come out of the blue
And I wander the crowded streets cold to the bone
Can you wait for me I am coming home, I groan
Keep sending you messages, oh I am so alone
Hoping and praying to the Lord above
Oh wait, I will be home soon my love
My heart is weary but also full of joy
Eager to see you- worried love I did not destroy
__________________________
February 9, 2021
Poetry/Rhyming Acrostic/COMING BACK HOME
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-299-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Inspiration - Michael Buble's song Home
Written for the Standard contest, COMING BACK HOME
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 03/07/2021
Third Place
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love watching them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts;
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to watch them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to watch them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to watch them passing through;
scampering around the garden.
So if you make time in your day,
Quietly spy on them at play.
Unafraid, they won't run away;
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, but not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear;
Enjoy them from afar, not near,
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free for all to see.
M y special place
A nd special day
R eserved for you
I n the night I pray
L ying adrift
Y our gated home
N o place to go
B eside your throne
U pon sacred ground
C hrist scripted stone
H allowed be thy name
A nd a note, you've moved on
N ot your funny words
A nd your heart of gold
N ot the love we shared
A ccept the vessel, that freed your soul
F orever memories
R eminiscent of the days
I n younger times
E ven our separate ways
N ever to forget
D uring your last days
I felt the tears upon our face
N ot saying goodbye
H oping for another day
E very word you spoke
A nother memory paved
V ery often you would say
E veryday you fought to stay
N o other than family could touch you that way!!!
"A friend in heaven"
We miss you so much!!!
RIP Marilyn 8/17/2013
Children so excited, they cannot sleep,
hoping Santa will leave lots of new toys.
Rudolph guides the sleigh in snow crisp and deep
Is he visiting these good girls and boys?
Silently Santa creeps into the house,
to leave presents under the Christmas tree.
Moving around as quiet as a mouse
at midnight; when sleeping children can’t see.
Soon children wake to see if Santa’s been,
many wishing for the toys of their dreams.
All glad that their Christmas letters were seen
Giggling happily; hear their joyful screams.
I reminisce on my own childhood days,
carefree and simple in so many ways.
Checked with how many syllables
Contest: A Christmas sonnet acrostic
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
12~06~15
Hoping the love we have will be forever true
Another dream comes alive, for me and for you
Positive attitudes are prevalent between us
People see us and sure wonder how we are thus
You know our love comes year after year with passion
Never did they realize we have the powerful mission
Every day of the year our love boils with a special lust
Whispers of desire comes at our command, we adjust
Young we were at the beginning of each loving year
Endearing our hearts beat as one, both hearts are dear
All these qualities are glowing at the start of now
Real love in the New Year, a love so strong is my vow
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Francine Roberts' "New Year's acrostic" contest
1/1/2013
Silence hushed, a crowd in awe,
Only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
They looked to where he pointed,
Hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever-knew,
Would, once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher wasn't phased,
And threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
Eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
Unfailingly, the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered on,
Headed straight for its target.
(Acrostic)
5/19/2015
12/21/2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
R-emain good for a lifetime,
I-n love with each other;
C-herish the sacred marriage,
H-oping to last forever.
A-im to be good for a lifetime,
R-egardless of the weather;
D-on't let the storm strain the chain or bond in the air.
&
V-ie to be good for a lifetime,
A-llowing the Lord to rule;
N-o longer two but one,
G-od's gift is beautiful.
I-n spite of the trials in life that come your way;
E-arnestly learn to be firm, strong and steadfast every day.
C-ount the blessings of God,
A-nother year has passed;
B-ecause of His guidance,
A-ll heartaches never last.
N-inth of May Tuesday
S-eems sweet and sublime;
A-lways stay together,
G-ood for a lifetime.