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I saw her gleam beneath a hollowed moon,
Her eyes were voids where galaxies have bled.
A predator whose silence sung my rune,
Each breath she drew, a shiver born of dread.
“Yet there are no pacts 'twixt beasts and men,”
Her whisper coiled, a serpent near my ear.
Yet still I danced, though death prowled in her den,
Some wretched lure had bound me close, sincere.
Her smile, untainted art, uncrafted and pure,
A blade of grace that cut without defense.
I stood transfixed yet strangely felt secure,
As shadows swayed with whispers deep, intense.
Her teeth, the scythe; my blood, a crimson thread,
And yet in this, I loved the truth she said.
My map said, "Beyond there, monsters be",
on the fateful day that I left home,
to sail the deep, Balloonion Sea
of cresting waves and frothing foam.
As I waved goodbye to Mom and Pa,
tears streamed down my youthful face,
but I bucked up and sang, "La di da",
and sailed into the ocean's embrace.
The first few days, things went fairly well.
The sea around was still and calm,
but I discovered it was the hell
foretold by the witch who read my palm.
There was not a bite of food to eat.
Would I lose my mind? Would I go bats?
Would I eat the shoes right off my feet?
Would I resort to eating rats?
There was no wind to blow the sails,
and the provisions were so scant.
Was there no one to hear my wails?
Would God hear my appeals to grant?
As if in answer to these prayers,
a storm? - no, it was a tempest, raged,
as if the man who reigns upstairs,
upon my ship, a war, He waged.
Storm waves like wolves fiercely stalked and prowled.
Lightning threatened electric shocks,
Winds like sea-monsters screamed and howled,
and pushed me to the machete rocks.
I knew that I would surely die.
My voice was gone. I could not scream.
I said goodbye, but I did not cry,
and woke to find it was a dream.
The sun sank on the transit,
took away colors of the chameleon sky,
the masked face of clever craft
made me walk on the dark garden path.
In the sinister night of broken dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour,
as the facade dissolved in darkness.
In the desolate domain of feral fright,
on the murky ground under dreary sky,
as the creature of night you crept,
stalked the haunted me, I couldn’t hide.
A nightrider you slithered from the wild,
unmasked, you morphed into a brute.
Unsuspecting predator on the hunt,
as sinister sly animal of sin you lurked.
With arcane acumen of trickster devil,
as sordid silhouette of menace you crawled
stealthily into the quintessence of my being,
sucked the sublime ambrosia of my soul.
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September 24, 2022
Contest : One From The Dark Side
Sponsored by : John Lawless
The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.
A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.
Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.
Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.
Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.
No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
while day and night grew weary of each other.
After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.
The sun sank on the transit by and by
Took away the colors of the chameleon sky,
The masked face of clever craft on display
Enticed me to walk on the dark garden pathway.
The fluid dreams the sinister night sips
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil as it creeps
The devious intent prowled to devour
As the facade dissolved in the dark hour.
In the desolate domain of fright feral
On the gloomy ground under the sky dismal
You crept as the creature of sordid night
The haunting me you stalked out of sight.
You slithered from wilderness as nightrider
Unmasked, you morphed into a brute creature
On the hunt the unsuspecting predator keen
You lurked as the sinister sly animal of sin.
With the arcane acumen of the trickster devil
You crawled as squalid silhouette of menace evil
Stealthily into my being ingesting the essence prime
Consumed from my soul the ambrosia sublime.
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March 29, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1204
I was dreaming that I was running fast all around,
feral, wild, untamed- and I ran like a hunting hound.
Then, I felt changes in my bed and a sound,
so, I lifted my head from my soft grey mound.
And crawled on the bed and with my mom clowned,
she was sleeping ~ so I prowled my play mice 'round.
On my mom's lips and nose kisses I have drowned,
well, at least for me she is my mother crowned.
I see her eyes flutter ... she stirs and I bound,
MEOW! Are you going to sleep all day I frowned.
So into her ear I make a loud purr sound,
I am forced to stand on her chest and pound.
Get up and make tea ... my arms hold her 'round ,
Then, she hugs me close and kisses me all around.
Mom walks towards the kitchen- so I leap and bound,
I zoom past sliding on the wood floor to astound.
After breakfast I go to my tattered scratching post round,
the living room of our home has become my playground.
I run southbound and then 'round and 'round and 'round,
sorry about the vase I meow- I was messing around.
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April 10, 2022
Poetry/Nursery Rhyme/Just a Round Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1449-758-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme 3
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 05/02/2022
First Place
Shhh! We turned at the sound and beheld the stern scowl of the public library monitor as she admonished us. Steely eyed, with piercing glance, jaw set so tightly even her wrinkles retreated in fear. She seemed to be born for this job of hushing raucous grade-schoolers who had invaded the “ big “ library for the first time, under the pretext of doing their homework assignment together. This was our second warning. The third would mean expulsion and possible banishment for life.
Such threats, however, could not deter giggles from bubbling up inside two anxious sixth grade boys, who constantly prowled their lives for new adventures. Silence is for old people! Silence is unheard of for kids! It is the worst form of torture. The story, of course, ends with expulsion, but here is the all important epilogue:
The public library was large and rectangular with a grand main entrance. Directly across from this entrance, sixty feet away, was a rear entrance through which you might enter and exit to the parking lot. This was the entrance through which we had arrived.
We were escorted to the main entrance with a great show of force and a substantial demonstration of authority. We were almost physically ejected.
Undefeated and undeterred however, we waited five minutes before re-entering boldly through the main entrance. We strode briskly across the sixty feet to the rear entrance, to exit of our own volition. All the while trying desperately (and failing miserably) to maintain the certain pride that comes from exhibiting both grace and decorum.
Instead, we were giggling and busting up, wide-eyed and panic- stricken as we half staggered and half-ran into the everlasting history of our adolescence. Filled with our own brand of pride, one that was bestowed on all those who conquer any obstacle, be it mighty windmills or fearsome library witches
Let’s Eat Something New This Christmas
(Parody of Have a Holly Jolly Christmas)
I can make some spicy tacos
better than the ones down south.
Please though know to eat them slow
or they may burn your mouth.
Try my sauciest lasagna
better than a Christmas ham.
Cheese galore – I like that more
than even roasted lamb.
Some get hung up on foods
so traditional.
My foods you cannot call
repetitional.
For dessert, there’s tiramisu.
I’m so sick of pumpkin pie.
Cookies crumble
so I grumble: why not new foods to try?
Christmas Balls,
(Parody of Jingle Bells)
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
One night I took a pause because I’d heard a crash.
Hoped it might be Claus bringing me some cash.
I saw my big dog’s face. She looked up guiltily.
To those darn cats she’d given chase destroying our tree! Oh!
Repeat refrain:
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
Two oldies:
I Heard Mother (to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")
I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh And then sneaked out to play
After having waited for his boss to fly away.
Mother caught him gobbling all our snacks
After he tore open every gift.
Oh, when she glared down at his face,
He went scrambling from our place
Screaming, "Santa, stop the sleigh-
I need a lift!"
New Body
Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating.
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take.
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline,
so take that Chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
and may all my body lose its fat!
(I no longer make Chex Mix. It’s just too tempting)
The spent sun sank on the transit,
took away the colors of the chameleon sky.
The masked face of clever craft on display
enticed me to walk entranced
on the dark garden pathway.
The creepy night sipped the fluid dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour sanity
as the facade dissolved in the dark hour.
The desolate domain of fright feral
encased within the gloomy ground
under the dismal sky haunted me
as the sinister sly creature of sin,
ingesting the essence prime,
consumed my soul.
The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life I’d acquired,
I then scaled at the beckon of destiny,
as the solemn summit awaited me.
I followed the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
I crossed with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installed for me,
I placed steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith showed me the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaved untamed waves in grueling tempest,
I sailed unquestioning at His call
and found the final ecstatic anchorage.
I got guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
In the dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
I lighted the candle of hope,
retrieved the anguished soul from the abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
got suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.
A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.
Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.
Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.
Day and night grew weary of each other.
Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.
No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
as days and nights grow weary of each other.
After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.