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There didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.
It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped your anger
hostility
hopelessness.
I could always tell
in the car
Adele’s playing
the hours will not pass
quickly
it will be a long night
a call to arms
a call in the morning
“I won’t be in today
something’s come up.”
And blood
would seemingly trickle
from the corners
of your
downturned mouth
from your hateful
eyes
from chewing on
the razors of your
merciless
rage and despair.
So many
candle impressions
left on walls
breaking windows
staining chairs
so many treasures
and keepsakes shattered.
Amazing how everything
was always ready
for a new scene
how you managed to
replace the facts
change the clues
change impressions
replace the views.
But then
you were exceptional at
evaporating the mess
outside scrubbed tidy
(inside would always
be ugly spiteful vengeful)
you were so thorough
so vigorous
through your efforts
appearances were kept.
Not me
nothing clean here
filthy with horrors
dirty with dread
scummy with fear
on the inside
never knowing when
the other heel was going
to drop or when
peacekeepers would
appear skeptical again
arrangements were made.
In the end
you wrote a play
I was the unknowing lead
the irony the comedy
the blasphemy
great theatre
it didn’t win me awards
you got me put away
what a drama!
Your performance epic
your sad woman’s show!
No sweat
took on the bout
no man could win
no sweat
it was the principle of it
I wasn’t lying down but
the judge she didn’t see it
my way
funny that
k’od.
Oh, but now!
But now!
I have today
freedom never
tasted so good
sometimes I’m amazed
that I don’t
have more scars
but then again
your aim was never
that good
was it?
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As we walk the down
The path of life
We find some areas aren't
As well lit as others.
And it's within these sections
That our hope seems to fade
As we go through them.
Fears begin to surface
When we can't see
What's in front of us,
Questions of doubt rise
Like tiding waters.
We even believe that
At times it seems
We're journeying alone
During this process.
Such is not the case.
You're never alone.
Regardless of our circumstances
There's always someone to turn to
During times unknown.
You have to humble yourself,
Sometimes we're our own worst enemy
When it comes to asking for help.
But if we set aside our pride
For just a moment, we'll see that
When refuge is sought
Sanctuary can be found
In the arms of uplifters
In the hearts of encouragers
In the presence of peacekeepers
In the bigger picture of the open minded
And in the hands of helpers.
We are woven together like fabric
And are here to lighten the darker
Regions of your path to restore
Your hope and faith
As you move forward.
Our hands extend to you
With acceptance and
Without judgment of any kind.
Whatever your questions may be
Know that we'll do our best
To find an answer for you, honestly.
No one is refused
And all are welcome
To come and go freely.
Forgive us for not properly
Introducing ourselves,
We are the trusted and
The faithful in understanding
We are the ears that listen,
We are the shoulders
That are leaned upon
We are voices of reason
We are your bridge
Over troubled waters
We are your faith in times of fear
We are the ones who have
Nothing to gain by lying to you.
We are your truest friends
And confidants, and
We are here for you,
How can we help?
1/25/18
"We are the dead. Short days ago
We loved, felt dawn and saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved ...."
By _ Lt. Col. John McCrae (In Flanders Field) 1915
________________
Let me tell you a story . . .
I recall a little boy who played in the sandbox
and drove me crazy most of the time
I had to chase him everywhere
but he had a dream to be a soldier
a Canadian Peace Keeper
we, the family were proud but frightened also
Dad would say, he is a peacekeeper so he will be okay
anyone who tells you peacekeepers do not die
is lying because they do ...
my little brother came home in a box
like so many he fought in a battle far, far from home
I visit his grave often
passing the rows and rows of white stone military markers
my great grandpa fought in WWI
I have a photograph of him in uniform
my grandpa fought in WW2
he never spoke of what he saw
grandma said he came back a changed man
I think a lot about all the men and women who go to war
who have given their lives for peace
wish I could go to Flanders Field Cemetery
and see the 12,000 crosses row after row
is war to be part of this life forever
for, it seems there is always a war somewhere
I read somewhere that
the poppies are dying in Flanders Field
_____________________
November 13, 2021
Poetry/Narrative/Where Poppies Grow
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1606-322-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, War
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 12/22/2021
Seventh Place
Soon
The war will end
Both parties will shakes hands,
All in the name of peace.
The nations will parade all heroes,
But wait a minutes;
Only those alive will be honoured,
In the eye of the public.
Mothers will long for there children’s return.
But some will be afraid to even imagine their fate.
Peace we all want .
But our heart are filled with greed,
Power just to suppress is all we dream about.
Let just forget this European war..
Closer home:
Haven’t we seen much bloodshed!
Haven’t we heard of neighbours gone rogue?
Haven’t we heard of discipline forces killings
Let’s go back to the story
This genesis has 2 factors,
The victim and the enemy,
All depends on which angle you look at it
But all in all:
War has no super weapons,
Both parties loose lives
War has no vaccine
It just results in years of mourning
Finally healthy young men and women,
Will never embrace there families again.
There memories is all will remain in there families.
We are a world of believers,
But no one is praying for this wars
All we are doing is posting the pictures of the scene.
Finally I come in peace,
Not to ridicule or do anything ,
But just air my concern as well...
From east to west,
South to north
From one sea to the other let’s humanity win
Peace from God
God’s love shroud all peacekeepers
Amen
#chuimunga the poet
Life is not always easy and it really depends on where you live,
I cannot speak of life in other countries because I only know Canada;
Canada is a nation of immigrants and all cultural differences we embrace,
Everyone can get an education, even a girl, we are unstoppable, never give up.
Every day there is horrible news on the television and the radio,
Torture, bombing, killing, fighting, and even natural horrific disasters;
Like hurricanes, tornados, flooding, earthquakes, mudslides, all faraway,
In Canada these things rarely happen, but we did have a terrorist attack last year.
Life in Canada is full of opportunity; you can be your very best,
Enjoy the little things and the big things without any fear or abuse;
Speak your mind, even make a powerful speech, we encourage freedom,
Explore our vast wilderness and go anywhere that you want, there are no limits.
We Canadians truly embrace our flag; you will see it every where,
The terrible things we see around the world really break our hearts;
We are the peacekeepers; so just let go of the past because life will go on,
Come to Canada and let go of fear, never give up and embrace our beautiful flag.
________________________-
October 29, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Life According to _____, sponsor, Silent One
First Place
"We are the dead. Short days ago
We loved, felt dawn and saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved ...."
By _ Lt. Col. John McCrae (In Flanders Field) 1915
________________
Let me tell you a story . . .
Imagine a little boy playing in the sandbox
and driving his sister crazy most of the time
he ran and ran everywhere
and he had a dream to be a soldier
a Canadian Peace Keeper, like many
the family were proud but frightened also
fathers, would say, he is a peacekeeper so he will be okay
anyone who tells you peacekeepers do not die
is lying because they do, they do ...
this boy came home in a box
like so many he fought in a battle far, far from home
I visit those graves often
passing the rows and rows of white stone military markers
my great grandpa fought in WWI
I have a photograph of him in uniform
my grandpa fought in WW2
he never spoke of what he saw
grandma said he came back a changed man
I think a lot about all the men and women who go to war
who have given their lives for peace
wish I could go to Flanders Field Cemetery
and see the 12,000 crosses row after row
oh, is war to be part of this world forever
for, it seems there is always a war somewhere
I read somewhere that
the poppies are dying in Flanders Field
I heard that he had been killed
in Afghanistan
oh, I will remember the day I heard
it was a bright summer day
azure blue
and my heart swelled like an ocean of tears
and I wept on a beautiful day
clear as sparkling wine
and my sorrow was a chain of lead
as I visited his grave
and was lost in a sea of white military headstones
in rows and rows and rows
baking under the fierce summer sun
and hidden birds sang from drooping branches
and flowers hung their heads
yet butterflies drifted
and squirrels scampered
and clouds sailed across the blue
but the air was saturated with quiet sadness
and my heart was a blanket of darkness
oh, some people assume that peacekeepers
do not die but they are wrong
for the graves do not lie
and the drums of time will roll and roll and roll
and I will keep him in my heart evermore
where the sweetness of a childhood friend lives
like an endless day of play...
________________
July 10, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/I will remember
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1370-163-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 12
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/11/2021
First Place
On Remembrance Day . . . I lay poppies at his grave, a lonely grave among
many, the military grave of my brother. He had been a beautiful baby and
sweet little boy, oh, where did the years go- soon he was a young man; and
telling us he wanted to be a peacekeeper for Canada, and with a smile he left
on a mission to a far away distant land and a distant war. We watched scenes
of bombing and fighting and terrorists, father would say "don't worry he's a
peacekeeper." As time rolled on we accepted that was his dream, but anyone
who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong. I will never ever forget the day he
came home to us, in a box- a hero who only had peace for the world; and I will
forever be doing- an offering of poppies for this brave young man . . .
rows of white head stones
where poppies sway in the breeze-
miles of the brave dead
______________________________
April 25, 2019
Poetry/Haibun/An Offering of Poppies
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1137-528-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest Pick a Title, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #1, An Offering Of Poppies
Second Place
"We are the Dead. Short days ago.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie.
In Flanders fields. "
Quote By _ John McCrae (Flanders Fields)
on the eleventh month, on the eleventh day, at the eleventh hour
under a blue hazy sky in my city
we honored those who answered the call and died
for the peace and freedom that we enjoy today
we have a beautiful war monument and statue
and a tomb of the unknown soldier
that we treasure everyday not just on November eleventh
all the wars are engraved in stone
World War I, World War II, The Korean War, Afghanistan
and it honors the peacekeepers who lost their life's also
the sound of the bands, the parade of branches of the military
the 21-gun salute, and the jet fly over, and the choir singing
the pipers and trumpet, breaks the silence of those standing tall
and when it is over everyone removes their poppies
and places them on the tomb of the unknown soldier
like red tears cascading
____________________
November 11, 2022
Submitted to the contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 25
sponsor, Mark Toney
My brother was a real beautiful baby
and the sweetest little brother a sister could have.
He wanted to be a peacekeeper- thats what Canada is famous for,
so he enlisted and oh gosh, he did look handsome . . .
then, he left on a peacekeeping mission.
It was to a country I did not know
far away, a foreign land and a foreign war.
We watched the television at the horrific scenes of bombing- fighting,
father would tell us don't worry he's a peacekeeper . . .
as time rolled on and we accepted his dream.
Those images of roadside bombs scared me
those news cast reports of fighting breaking out all over,
of terror groups who have no value for life- theirs or anothers.
Anyone who says peacekeepers don't die is wrong . . .
I often kneel at my brothers military grave.
And lay red roses for that sweet little boy
who died a hero with dreams of peace in the world.
_______________________
May 24, 2017
Verse/A War Far Away
Copyright Protected, ID 904137
Written for the contest, Foreign War
Sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Ninth Place