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Nonchalant girl,
oh, words that whirl.
Ecstasy for me is writing,
it is my rhapsody and bliss;
this precarious deep abyss,
a rendezvous so exciting.
And my unique style has flourished,
I let words fall distinct and rare;
with finesse, skill and great care,
with savoir faire- my soul nourished.
Oh, words that whirl.
Thoughts gallivanting that wander,
I roam corridors of my mind;
happiness and sadness entwined,
thoughts- I acquiesce and ponder.
Oh words that whirl,
that swirl and twirl.
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May 7, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My Rhapsody and Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1020-193-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
"Bliss like thine is brought by years;
Dark with torment and with tears."
Emily Bronte - Sleep Not (1846) st.1
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often, I am in the throes and agony of my mind
I am tortured and each day I grapple with sad thoughts
that pinion and shackle me to the past
with anchors unyielding, yet beautiful
with memories vibrant and ever and immortal . . .
and in meditation, I look beyond the firmament
to a heavenly utopia where there is only stillness
a celestial unearthly place divine
a paradise, tranquil and lovely
where I sojourn in serenity . . .
and there, lissome and graceful I glide- a butterfly
I float and drift among ethereal emerald trees
yet, the foul besmirch of my past follows
all those shadows that restrain me
but the beauty beckons me . . .
I wish for silken repose and to rest my mind of thoughts
to dream- to sleep and slumber in total stillness
but, in dreams I struggle with the past
so in blissful contemplation
I find my peace in my quietude . . . .
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May 21, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Vibrant, Blissful, Quietude
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1024-942-21
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Premier contest, Vibrant, Blissful, Stillness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 02/25/2022
Fifth Place
I went into the forest green where the emerald caresses
and here I rested and could hear a thousand birds singing
chirping and twittering in unison and I became lost in their song
and the breeze was gentle and the sky blue with cotton clouds
oh, I felt peaceful and tranquil and soon drifted off to sleep
and did not even notice the forest fairies that came gliding
whispering and giggling, and playing with my hair and dress
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May 30, 2021
Poetry/Verse/emerald caress
Copyright Protected, 05-1360-126-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier Contest, Open Poetry 5
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 06/06/2021
Sonnet
For the millions of us who are sick of Israel's mass killing of Palestinians, the time appears without hopes
we relive the Nazi horror regime
Ironically, perpetuated those who were the victims
who in their seek revenge on the innocent, those
who have their land stolen
We see this and are powerless because the killers are
protected by a regime of corrupt people who have sold their souls to Zionism, a sect of evil even God fears
What can we do other than speak out, write, and protest
yet in the sad knowledge, we will not be heard except
someone hears the whisper in the wind
In Canada we have tons of Muslims-
Little, I know about their religious belief's but,
I like them as people, always polite and gentle;
kind in their words and actions, happy to be safe,
eternally grateful to the Canada people and government.
Many are very well educated and in time will be an asset,
until then, they work hard at any job they can get;
some are having a difficult time learning two languages,
let them rest easy, Canada is a country of diversity;
in Canada we try to help all people to be the best they can be,
my view on terrorist, they do not represent Muslims,
so not all can be judged by those radical thinkers.
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July 10, 2017
Acrostic/My Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 919321
The Master left to go away,
But, being wise and just,
He first called forth three servants and
Placed Talents in their trust.
According to their proven skills
He portioned out their share:
Five to the first, the second two
One to the last man there.
And once the Master went away
The man he gave the five
Invested what he had been lent
And made his Talents thrive.
The man who had been given two
Worked hard to earn yet more,
But he who had been given one
Hid his beneath the floor.
After a time the Master came
Returning from his task
And bid his servants come to Him
With but one thing to ask.
"With what I had entrusted you
Now give me your account."
The man to whom was given five
Had doubled his amount.
In turn, the man He'd given two
Had turned them into four.
The Master said, "Well done my sons,
Now I will give you more."
The last whose Talent had been hid
Rushed forth to plead his case.
"I have protected what you gave
Within a secret place."
The Master, disapproving, looked
Upon his share returned.
"What good can hidden Talents do?
They yield no profit earned."
That Talent then He gave to he
Whose faithfulness was proved,
And from the man who had but one
His little was removed.
The moral of this story then
If you have ears to hear
Is we are given portions of
Which we are overseer.
Don't let your talents waste unknown
Whether they're small or great.
Whatever talents you possess
Should even more create.
9.16.18
Contest: Parable of the Talents
"Will you take me as I am ? Will you ?"
Joni Mitchell, California
I have walked twisted paths leading to here
have been lost in darkness and felt great love
there have been mistakes that I do regret
yet, on this vast journey
I have found me . . .
and "will you take me as I am?"
you will find me most days in nature
reading a book or just resting my mind
alone- for I must have quietude
I find great joy in art
and get lost in writing . . .
so, accept me- exactly as I am
please . . .
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October 11, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/exactly as I am
Copyright Protected, 10-1493-677-11
All Rights Reserve, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 10/12/2022
my heart has been broken and my soul cracked many times
I have been knocked down
life has stabbed me with with daggers that still bleed
I have fallen to pieces
life can be very cruel
and words and jabs can leave one fragmented and unsure
childhood was not a very happy journey
there was too much grief and death
my wounds are hidden
for I wear a mask of happiness each day
if people hurt me I become dark silent
where I fold my wings
but through
teachings philosophical I have studied
and found a great truth
a belief system and a code of morals
I asked God he said
put your faith in the bible
buddha says
live in now
and tao said have calm patience
so I have a new ideology path
can handle pain but think I will always be
a bit cracked
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March 07, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Cracked Inside
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-954-07
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Suzette Prime form was created by Suzette Richards of PS
Written for the Standard contest, Cracked
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/17/2023
Seventh Place
Writing a deep poem is very emotionally draining for me,
pulling the feelings from my soul to share is hard;
and reaching into my heart where my pain dwells difficult,
and in the end it usually will leave me weeping . . .
But that is a poet's lament, a poet's reason,
I have felt it in the poet's of old and in new writings;
it is something necessary to be any good at poetry,
you must be able to bare your innermost pain and sorrow.
Show it to the world with a tear but keep some of the pain,
and let it fall red onto white leaving a forever, ever stain;
yes, let it drip from your pen- let the sorrow and pain drip, drip.
then, let your words soar in the wind like a bird set free,
oh, sometimes, the lament leaves me so sad . . .
that I must pen of nature's beauty to soothe my spirit.
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April 24, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Poet's Lament
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1127-157-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, April 2019, Premiere 9, 14 Lines
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
come, my sweet to a far off forest, just
take my hand and I will get all gusty
or do want me to be a gentle wind
come, my ethereal enchanting girl
let me take you for a night time whirl
don't be afraid my beauty . . . .
I am just swirling air in the sky, and
we will drift with leaves that rustle
I will make a breeze to fan your raven hair
hold my hand over this swaying meadow, and
deep valley with a rippling pond
all night we will soar until you awaken, then
forget about our journey taken
the wind whispers . . .
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March 20, 2016 - Edit
Poetry/Free Verse/the wind whispers
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1110-237-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Contest 170
Brian Strand
First Place