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Being together is not living glued ...
It is not to require constant presence,
It's not talking constantly ...
Being together when always
possible to be together ...
Have lunch, dinner and appreciate
the moments together ...
Lie in the same bed
even without making love
continually ... but it's having
affection in gestures and
words ... respect the
thinking of each other without
conflict ...
It's arguing without fighting,
debate without imposing ...
In everything supply love ...
Love to praise, to download
or lift the toilet lid ...!
Is to be doing on a daily basis
things whenever possible together ...
Accompany the doctor, providing assistance ...
Be patient when shopping, at the hairdresser,
on the football couch, in the armchair of serial ...
Search the cooking recipes ...
and cook together,
Laugh together whenever possible ...
cry together with sympathetic emotion ...
Respect feelings and ways,
but look for common achievements ...
Project the house, the couple, the future
the children ...
Be a husband and wife anywhere;
At home, on the street, in dreams ...
Being together is fighting, persisting,
Forgiving, Relieving, Supporting ...
And love, love, love ...
This is being together ...!
Azteca
As a young girl growing up in Los Angeles City
My mother took me everywhere with her
Our favorite Mexican restaurant had great hospitality
Casa De Nina, I enjoyed the music and she, their famous platter;
Guajolotas o tortas de tamal
Desayuno, plato de huevos rancheros
Champurado and pan dulce de Pasqual
The owner made us feel special, served us our usual
There were, Chicano art hanging
Some of the most authentic were of Azteca
Roots in the primeval instincts enchanting
The details of nature surrounding, alla prima,
A painting of an epitomal Aztec noble prince
A beautiful princess in his arms, bien fe`rma
The traditional cuadro stayed on my mind ever since
There it was, in all places, the painting was everywhere
La Marketa, the textile district, La Golondrina
Pintura’s de Indios Mexicano’s all about the town square
Olvera Street, even in the Mission at the Marina
As soon as I got home, I cleared away the furniture,
from up against the wall
In one hand the print on the calendar
a charcoal pencil in the other I began to sketch it all
A mural has to be painted in close relationship
to the scale, style, and mood of the interior,
With regard to such siting, to eye levels, a very good tip
Considerations as light sources, make realism art superior
I hid the paint from my mother and dad
Unnoticeable as of yet, I drew very lightly
I worked fast with what mediums I had
Brush strokes here and there, ever slightly
Until a finished project, my very first mural
I took her scarf and covered her eyes,
lead her down the hall and pushed the door
I whispered into her ear, s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
Happy Mother’s Day, I prepared her a little more
With her fingers splayed over eyes and lips
My mother processed, motionless, in awe
Focusing on the corner at the paint drips
she said, I always knew that you could draw
An inspiring experience for the most part
Exhaling—she saw that I was passionate of my Chicana art
He expressed the need for
her to be more efficient.He
wanted her to know that she
was best at what she did and her
voice and personality could make her
affords, to be the most successful in her craft.
She believed him, she trusted him, their affords paid off
when they engaged in the project" To make the all things Great"!
they took small amounts of time, and collaborated with people
who wanted to create Orchestrated noise, with beautiful sounds.
once they created the song's with sounds, they wrote lyrics.
They contracted horns, strings, percussion, and two pianists, these affords were to improve the quality of
the sounds, it worked. they celebrated their success, and hoped and prayed
a craving world wanted to buy and hear some of these beautiful, sounds.
"Ask a drummer what the best part of the song, he?she would probably say the rhythm, unless he's complimenting someone else, every one hear said the songstress, expressed her artistry with her voice, and the background singers
were even greater then the songtress, the musicains were impressed. The composers and lyric writters celebrated their affords with a party, the orcheatsra and singers performed two songs from the upcoming art peice, reporters were wowed, and the rest with be measured upon the sales of concert seat's. they await finding what the shedule of events will be.
"Sing me a Love Song" written by Alotta People, 2018 New Sounds Of Lovers Music Company.( they made a deal for a two million dollar concert tour, which includeds a traveling caterer) New York- San Fran Culinary Tour Team, from ot of Nashville( Chef Bisstra) It had two touring buses, converted into kitchens and one bus with beds for the staff, along the way i's beleived that seven children were conceved by the musicains and the kitchen staff.They made a fortune in concert dates and food sales.It inspired the new song," Loving You,(AKA...I love loving you) and the groovey" Make It Right"
In magical verses weave your fated heart's request,
With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast,
When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest,
And chains of thought whip gently the gentle flight's zest.
If you are to regain control once more,
When friends of yesteryear were but a lore,
Whose drab garments through time emphatically wore,
But forgiveness you've secreted from its core.
And if in hope you can stand upright,
Not raising armor before the liar’s project slight,
When rage whispers edicts as if to indict,
Melt it in calm, with spirit bright.
Show the world whole your portrait fair,
No masks, no regret, laid bare,
And if you dream of deep breaks in despair,
May you not become in others' lives a dismal seer.
When eternity throws its cold shadow in your corner's crease,
You should gaze with eyes that do not buckle under time’s caprice.
Every living moment in time's palm surely will not cease,
On the heart's scale, they demand to be released.
If you can listen when the truth is spoken,
Alien and shifted in a world that's been broken,
And to persist through the common lies outspoken,
To find faith beneath the frothy spray's token.
If you dare face decay’s embrace without dread,
Avoiding the gilded pleasure's feigned spread,
And in autumn whispers feel your stern fall ahead,
In the poverty of a sky that once display had fed.
Risk carrying on the die heavy, precious pearls,
Wager all that you've got for a fleeting twirl,
And then, whoever you are, learn not to hurl hopes like chaff,
Your failures become a path leading to something more sacred, more daft.
Endure, in a feeble body, remorse and persistence,
Wearing a smile as a shield, melting the tormenting ice of existence.
Cherish the moment that remains in unending instance,
With a soul lined in armor's silent resistance.
If you can fill the silences in empty spaces,
When shattered times speak with yesterday's faces,
Replenish them with fresh sparks among the disgraces,
Then you will build from seconds, unbroken traces.
And the Earth shall through you be magnified,
And all that writhes in its infinite tide,
And in this great shaken, you'll uncover as scribed,
That you're a whole man, not just a soul that's been pried,
Not part of the herd whose times have dried,
But master of the strength from your own dream derived.
Beloved,
again, I bargain
with my unbridled mind,
seeking to find
a smile
wider than time,
and wild eyes
like mossy tree stumps,
gliding against light,
in exchange
for all of
my recollection's
regrets combined.
A stranger's
divergent eyes
always disappoint,
pointing away from
the maze of memories
that light up
a late father's reflection.
Bashfully inadequate,
I project pity upon
those understudied features,
each seemingly
inferior to familiarity.
An uncomfortable stare
doesn't prepare one
for the despair of
a persistent
preoccupation
with
what is not there.
March 8, 2025
My favorite President is Barack Obama
the 44th US President . . .
the first African-American elected
he always stood strong and diplomatic
with his beautiful wife Michelle Obama
at his side . . .
he is a lawyer, an author, a politician
always well spoken, kind and gentle
loved all over the world . . .
as president he inherited recession and two war
"I am not opposed to war, I'm opposed to dumb wars"
one thing I remember most of all he accomplished
is the death of bin Laden . . .
he knew how to flex his presidential power when needed
his two terms were an inspiration -
"I will guarantee you, we will move this country forward"
and still I love to hear him speak . . .
in that powerful, strong pleasant voice
_______________________
January 10, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Barack Obama
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1319-969-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, YOUR
FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project)
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS. Judged 02/21/2021
Seventh Place
What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
It is no secret!
That this country is still racist,
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
When all we see is colored faces!
For most our ignorance’s,
conjure illusions were not racist.
While some masquerade
in an attempt to misguide!
Some parade to protest
with riot in disguise!
Every day! Every day! Every day!
We display racism toward others,
we deem difference than,
by how we think,
transferring thoughts into behavior.
Racism is everywhere!
It is at work,
it is at school,
it is on TV,
and all over the news.
It is podcast on the radio
and on social media too!
It is all around us,
it surrounds us!
We project around with no realization,
that were all racist,
simply by our own fears,
emotions, and actions.
As stereotypical individuals,
whose attitude reflects it,
were just too judgmental
of others to recognize it.
Our own mystery
is no secret,
that we are racist too!
If only you could see me, like the way I see you..
I've been around a long time, I have an insight view.
Your journey has been long, and full of ups and downs..
I know.. because I've been here.. I've always been around.
Your picture perfect canvas, may fool them from the start..
But I see right through you, your cold inside your heart.
Everytime you reflect, your secrets are deep within..
What you project on the outside is mask of evil sin.
I replicate your visage, and the essence you imbue..
Unmasking every deceit, and every hidden hue.
You've gazed at your reflection as I've looked back at you..
Your mirror is the portal to all Karma overdue.
Rainbow banana, we all tried to make the most beautiful one, the silliest one, the most disturbed one.
We used food coloring, all the bowls in my kitchen, and fingers which were soon all kinds of colors.
Our troop was competing in a contest which might lead to a girl scout badge being honored in our name.
“Rainbow” and “banana” were the first two suggestions, and they ran with it, being seven and eight.
This project was a dismal semi-success. The end projects were disgustingly weird, non-appetizing.
The girls did not realize it, they were shrieking and laughing, and loving the dye on their hands.
They were one hundred percent confident, and began designing the rainbow badge in their conversation.
I sat back and wisely kept my counsel, and naysaying opinions to myself as one particularly enthusiastic child announced that we would most undoubtedly be named troop of the world for this terrific idea.
Youth. Nothing like it. The enthusiasm and hilarity continued, as I quieted myself.