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The snow is falling, falling on Remembrance Day,
and I cannot help recall and remember my brother;
now, his beautiful name is engraved in a stone gray,
he was more than a brother but a friend like no other.
He left only wanting to keep Canadian peace,
those who think peacekeepers don't die are wrong;
until my last breath I keep in my heart a piece,
of him- and my love for a soldier brave and strong.
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November 10, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/A Soldier Brave and Strong
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1197-394-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Sixth Place
O, Canada we sing, standing tall with pride as one,
for our land of natural beauty, mountains, trees and lakes;
we are a peaceful country of many races and religions,
we are all immigrants as our ancestors came by boat from across the ocean.
I am so proud that we are the peacekeepers of war torn countries,
our history is vast and fascinating and we have come a long way;
I love this country from the open-spaces to the clean water,
for the diversity of people, a mix of all nationalities living as one.
Canada is a country with freedom of speech, thoughts and belief,
and just one tiny thing to boast about please, we invented hockey;
I am so proud and realize that I am lucky to have been born in Canada,
so proudly, I stand to sing, O, Canada strong and loud.
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Added after Judging January 20, 2020
Written, December 23, 2019
Poetry/Ode/We Are the Peacekeepers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1211-133-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Whitman-Inspired Uplifting
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
First 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
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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.
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May 24, 2017
Verse/A War Far Away
Copyright Protected, ID 904137
Written for the contest, Foreign War
Sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Ninth 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...
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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
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.
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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 . . .
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
Time marches on but the story doesn't change.
Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged..
Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still
critical, and the other is now deceased..
The unstable shooter is also now gone.
Will this ever stop? What keeps going so wrong?
This tragic story truly rings home for me.
I had a person with mental health struggles in my family.
Psychiatrists rely on the pharmaceutical industry and
prescribe new medications that alter patients' brain chemistry.
Family members are often leery to commit, because our mental
hospitals discharge the patient still unfit, and they are left to
deal with the brunt of it.
At home, these families struggle to keep things in control.
Many times that stress alone will take a major toll.
How many more peacekeepers?
How many more innocent lives is our society willing to sacrifice?