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Autumn filled with wonderful colors
A perfect time for lovers
Even in snow conditions
We follow our fall traditions
Back to school
Looking cool
Homecoming dances
Start romances
Hanging with friends
On them we depend
Doing homework at night
Parents in sight
Baseball playoffs
Taking the day off
Football games
Bonfire and flames
Playing softball at the park
Earlier it gets dark
Walking many a mile
Talking with a smile
Trick or Treat
Up and down the street
Costumes and candy
Drinking warm brandy
Haunted houses
Something pounces
Scary ghosts
Screams in your throat
Memories of autumn past
Wishing it would last
Cuddling to stay warm
As we wait out the storm
To Give and to Receive
(Part I)
By Franklin Price
05/08/2023
Looking back upon my life
To the days when I was young
Did not know where I was going
My shingle not yet hung
Was the youngest in the family
Altogether there were nine
Two brothers and four sisters
And two parents that were fine
Had a roof above my head
Never hungered for a bite
Always slept within a warm bed
When I rested for the night
My parents were the very best
Always taught me right from wrong
There were places I should be
And ones where I did not belong
Went to church on every Sunday
In the morning and the eve
Where I continued learning
How to give and to receive
From the first times I remember
Christ was always in my life
He was always by my side
Through all happiness and strife
His hand was on my shoulder
To guide my steps along the way
I wonder, if 'twas not for Him,
Where I would be in life today
(End Part I)
Lost in Applause
I let the book fall from my hands,
relishing the tumbling words
…I fell
I let the air fall….. so I could breathe
below the surface
I retrieved the pages I read on
the way down, calling out the turning
chapters as baby elephants ran through
my coffee shop, unable to prevent
the poster announcing the circus in town
starring their tortured parents
suddenly the poster burst into flames,
burning all the lies hidden between the
lines, singeing the white-face-clown,
the self-proclaimed “ruler of the wild”
for centuries, speeches carved in ivory
beneath monuments to truth,
lay buried in silence,
and no one to talk to
...no one
to talk to
08/03/10
6:26pm
They call me the first daughter,
That I am the most privileged,
Of the four who were lucky to come out-
Of my great mother's blessed womb.
They call me the shortest of the four,
That I am a victim of stunted growth,
And they advise me to take growth hormone,
Like they know not,
That my epiphyseal plates are fused.
They also say that,
I have consumed all the money,
From my parents' pockets,
And that my siblings are getting little,
With access to only poor quality education.
They say all things about me,
But I choose to mask up my sorrows,
With smiles and bright eyes.
But deep down,I say to myself,
That I will study and work hard,
With all that I have,
To return to them that have raised me-
And shake off the doubts of those I'm borne with.
Tribute to Mama and Papa
Mama,
I was so sure you would stay with us for another year
Your time at the hospital seemed like those times you checked in and you would check out
This time, you never checked out
Instead you slept
I saw that tear when you could not talk anymore nor open your eyes
It was a tear of departure
I did not want to believe it
But you knew you would depart from this earth
God called you
Though it is hard, I accept because it is GOD who called you
You are in heaven with our Lord and Papa
Mama,
I love you for loving me the way I am
Thank you for being patient with me
Even though I was not your ideal daughter
But you raised me to love respect
You raised me to want to be humble
You raised me to appreciate traditional customs and the past life
Even though you are not with us, I will press on to be the best I can be
I will press on to spread what you have instilled in me
What you and Papa have instilled in us
You and Papa gave us the benefit of the doubt
You and Papa loved us unconditionally
Because God loves all unconditionally
I love you Mama
I love you Papa
I look forward to the day
We shall meet again
We miss and love you Mama and Papa
Thank you Mama and Papa
Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois,
the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy -
Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria -
but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go.
Another morning spent. The spare room painted.
I poured the soup away, since it was tainted.
He mixed his caustic soda in the bowl,
with Pennsylvania always on his mind
(Bryn Mawr mainliner – guess you know the kind –)
Brainier, mania, Lusitania
and wiped it once around with kitchen roll.
Another morning done. The suit dry-cleaned.
A neighbourhood committee’s been convened.
Initial meet – the Wilsons’ brand new deck –
how was it financed? Heaven only knows.
Seaworthy credit? Like the Mary Rose!
Wegmans, Wayfair, Wakefern, Wickes …
(Let’s hope the builders wait to cash the check).
Another morning over. Turkey basted.
Last night, the almond cupcakes went untasted.
I don’t know why I go to all the trouble –
they raid the fridge for fudge and mayonnaise:
don’t call it eating. Kids today just graze.
Athletic greens, soya beans, proteins –
I sometimes think I’m living in a bubble.
Another morning down. The carpet hoovered.
The garbage bin unemptied, outmanouvered.
It looks so comfy, nestled in its cleft.
The city elders park outside their own,
so why can’t we? Is this a yellow zone?
Organic waste, paper chased, cadmium-laced.
Another morning gone. How many left?
I feel I am blessed. Yes, there have been moments of pain and trouble. But when I look back, I realize that it was all to correct me and to prevent me from making mistakes. God, you have been with me in form of my parents. God, you have held me strongly every single moment. I LOVE YOU THE MOST! Holding your hand tightly, I want to move into this NEW YEAR.
With a promise that I will keep up my promises and will stay upright! Allow me to thankyou for the care and love you have bestowed upon me, always!
On this new day,
I want to thank you God!
Thankyou for keeping my family hale and hearty.
Thankyou for giving us so much of togetherness.
Thankyou for this increased faith and understanding.
Thankyou for beautiful awakening.
Thankyou for bestowing positivity.
Thankyou for providing company of real friends.
Thankyou for the important lessons, may be it was required.
Thankyou for giving me a chance to become a better human.
Thankyou for all the love and comfort you have granted.
Thankyou for allowing me to feel your presence.
Thankyou for letting me move happily into another year.
Thankyou for having faith in me that I will contribute in betterment of this world.
Thankyou for being with me every moment, every second.
Thankyou for bestowing blessings upon me God.
Form:
I am a blue Swallow. I was born in the late summer, and
my parents taught me everything they could before leaving
me to fend for myself. I spent all autumn gathering food and
hiding it in a thousand places ... I have a good memory !
Oh, winter, winter all the time! Will, you ever end? Each day is
a struggle, so many days with snow falling, winds blowing and
freezing temperatures. I have grown dense and downy feathers
and can drop my body temperature. Shivering keeps me warm !
I like to cuddle and roost with my bird friends on a tree branch
being close keeps us warm and we like to pull up our feet, one
at a time, and I am good at finding warm places to sleep at night
like a tree cavity, any gap, nook or a house eave will do nicely !
I love how some nice humans put out feeders in the winter,
filling them with tasty seeds, and hanging suet from branches
even leaving warm water for washing, and even some leave
bird boxes where many of us set up a warm cozy winter home !
Oh, when will winter be leaving and spring coming please
I long for the sun to start melting the cold winter snow and ice
the trees will start to groan and creak as they come alive
and when I am sleeping ... I dream of beautiful things to come !
On a sunny branch I fluff up my feather and preen myself
I feel a change and I am gaily singing a song of happiness
for spring is here and it won't be long till all is lush green
I survived because I prevailed though I weigh only ounces !
_____________________
January 24, 2023
Poetry/Personification/A Swallow's Winter View
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1519-918-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Winter Is Not Forever
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 02/19/2023
Second Place
I am Alice, trapped and trying to find my way home.
The world is topsy turvy. I yearn to be back amongst comfort and safety from whence I came. Where cats are cats and rabbits cannot tell time. I long for the warm glow of my parents' hearth.
I am learning more the workings of this place and trying to act accordingly but when what was big becomes small, and one-dimensional figure heads make the calls how can I but fall, fall, fall.
I fear if I ever make it back home my family may not recognize me… I barely recognize myself.
For it is I who has changed. The house may look the same but my reaction to it will be different. My perspective indefinitely altered from my time on the other side of the looking glass.
The Nature
Nature. The parents. Life giver and keeper. Thank you
Thank you, what? What are you saying? Could you say?
Yes, my life. Yes, Nature. My phenomenal home. The only
The only? Where is nature? The Nature? In your room?
My room. This is a place. There is no room for my only love
Then? Where is she? Maybe in the attic? She's up, you're down
Yes, but to be down is a hidden heavenly wonder. Bright hell
So bright, I see. You are a glossy hematite. Mineral stone
I am only a carbon compound. A grey stone. There is a lot
There is only one. The pinnacle of carbon compounds is…
… diamond
No, I am just a coal rock in an abandoned mine. I don’t have a life
I am your karat. The Nature. Just follow and walk the path. Stay
I want to walk in a different land. But in the same way. An exotic world
Just do, your way is the end of my gate. Step in. There is no way
I understand
Crown your karat
Love you, Nature
Nature loves you