Long Ornament Poems
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GREEK EVIL EYE
Beware, beware my friend of the evil eye,
It is mere jealousy that others see and spy,
So always have one in your home,
Often seen in a Church dome,
An evil eye can bring you harm, make you cry!
An example or two, a pretty dress you wear,
Someone (normally female) says how beautiful dear,
You don’t give it much thought,
Say thank-you so much, bought,
It yesterday, go round the corner, nail does it tear!
You have told many people you are going overseas,
That afternoon is a very cool breeze,
You forgot to bring a jersey,
Lucky you they say, rather pertly,
You get bad flu, cancel your trip as you sneeze!
So keep one somewhere, in Greece worn on a chain
On your hand or your neck, fashion statement, it’s plain,
Give many to my non Greek friends,
They wear it proudly, know it transcends
Any jealous or evil thoughts will go down the drain!
P.S An evil eye is a bead or a charm, which can be worn or hung up in a home.
It can be regarded as an ornament or as piece of jewellery.
Power forgets.
But the human heart remembers.
And poetry
is the memory
we share.
You gathered forty-one nations
without borders,
without flags.
Only voices
meeting in the same breath.
You understood
that poetry is not ornament.
It is responsibility.
Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace was born—
not as ornament,
but as moral labor.
Truth carried softly,
so it could travel far.
Different voices speak,
yet one truth answers.
Across oceans and screens,
pages move.
Ideas breathe.
Words find the hands
that need them.
This book does not demand attention.
It earns it.
It does not shout.
It remains.
Like kindness.
Like conscience.
Thank you, PoetrySoup,
for choosing depth over speed.
And thank you, poets—
from every corner of the world—
for trusting words
to carry
what humanity must not forget.
Leaving him alone to sleep, she gets up out of their bed;
late night Christmas Eve, their first Christmas since they wed.
Quiet as a church mouse she makes her way down the hall
and over to the Christmas tree that stands against the wall.
Standing there in her negligee in the silence all alone;
being ever so still and careful not to make her presence known.
She hangs on the tree the ornament she had been so careful to hide;
the special ornament as a gift to him, a present from his bride.
They didn’t have much money, as newlyweds seldom do;
she couldn’t afford that special present, something fancy and new.
She prayed that he would like this gift, she had crafted it herself
from odds and ends in her studio she found sitting on the shelf.
A special ornament for the tree to celebrate their new life;
an ornament, specially made with love, to remind him of his wife.
She decorated it so carefully, and inscribed it in plain view;
“On this our first Christmas together, my darling I love you.”
Aside from God-blessed beauty
Midst vital contribution to the ecosystem
Dendrobium Purple Orchid boasts of functional essence.
Endowed with delicate elegance
Showcasing longevity in blooming for months
The exotic “moth” shaped flower is nature’s pretty ornament.
Used in leis for graduation ceremonies
Or as garlands in events, as well as decorations
It serves as unique gift midst presentation that is gorgeous.
Appreciating flower’s value
Blossom, environmentally priceless and precious
My heart praises the Creator* Who lets me behold such.
*Genesis 1:31And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good…
June 9, 2022
2nd place, "Purple Flowers" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores; judged on 6/25/2022.
Spectacular! Nature’s decoration
Perfect art work demands admiration.
Void vacuum framing firmament
as skillful goldsmith making ornament.
Galaxies are set in cosmic align.
Sparkling stars embroidering design.
Charming cerulean sky: A surprise.
Great wonderful art to visualize.
Mother Earth paints peerless panorama
in series without full stop or comma.
Flora-fauna flourishing on lively sketch
Sun rays brushing artistic touch to fetch.
UNIVERSE! Artist Nature’s creation
conforming progress of evolution.
The opal anchor clings, clutching, falling,
fetching the lapis lazuli. Mermaids flee,
frightened by the heavy ornament. Fate,
like chain links of Jacob Marley; shaking
of the seabed at the pounding of sin.
Gavel striking like a velociraptor storm.
Sand churns as if Scrooge is turning
in his bedclothes, his premonitory bed.
Sapphire eyes suffer the crashing. Abode
of ponderous tales, predilection of sharp
shadows, darting hither and thither,
reserved for the most heinous of beasts.
“The beast is dead,” speaks Amphitrite
Her children carol, “Ashes, ashes…”
They dare not speak the scathing name
of molest and neglect, mutilated beyond
recognition. His fists forever incarcerated,
His face, food for the scavenger fish.
Mermaids remain innocent of such leers,
never drawing near to earthbound treachery.
The silk sense of security constantly tending
to their flesh. Tails fearlessly splashing.
~ ~ ~
But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Matthew 18:6 BSB
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
??Ecclesiasticus 6:26-31 KJVAAE??
[26] Come unto her with thy whole heart, and keep her ways with all thy power. [27] Search, and seek, and she shall be made known unto thee: and when thou hast got hold of her, let her not go. [28] For at the last thou shalt find her rest, and that shall be turned to thy joy. [29] Then shall her fetters be a strong defense for thee, and her chains a robe of glory. [30] For there is a golden ornament upon her, and her bands are purple lace. [31] Thou shalt put her on as a robe of honor, and shalt put her about thee as a crown of joy.
[33] If thou love to hear, thou shalt receive understanding: and if thou bow thine ear, thou shalt be wise.
[37] Let thy mind be upon the ordinances of the Lord, and meditate continually in his commandments: he shall establish thine heart, and give thee wisdom at thine own desire.
Form:
I stood at the edge of the universe,
cradling a heart wrapped in twinkling lights,
an ornament for a tree
that never adorned my sitting room.
“What a quirky thing, this love,” I thought,
as you strode in, a meteor in a suit,
sprinkling stardust on my insecurities.
“You’re a masterpiece, even in progress,”
you said, while I toyed with tossing it all out -
how to love someone
who stumbles over his heart
while tying his shoelaces.
But your smile halts the universe,
a speed bump on this cosmic highway,
drawing me back,
sipping the absurdity
of loving you while juggling shadows.
So, I didn’t discard it.
I placed it beneath my pillow,
a tangled reminder that even as doubt enfolds,
this messy web of love is worth unraveling,
that perhaps in loving you, the gap
between who I am and who I’m becoming
might close.
I came not to compose, but speak with thee,
where silence kept what speech could not command;
thy listening entered into mine, and we
became one utterance no tongue had planned.
No ornament I sought, nor garnered phrase,
but waited where thy meaning touched my own;
and what passed wordlessly between our gaze
made music of the silence we had known.
Then thought, relinquishing its sovereign throne,
stood bare before thee, neither shielded nor
adorned; and from that unpossessive zone
there rose a cadence neither thine nor mine—
our silence, finding form, became the line.