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Warm apricot jam is this life.
Jam melted running into corners is
where lessons are learned; a
little hard or real hard ones in succession.
Ideas, ideals that we dream of
become those valuable hard lessons.
In time we see they are which
produce character, these are a must.
Mistakes, oversights, wrongs must be
lived over and lived over and lived
again until we learn the lessons to
life, which will forever be
ingrained into our being, then understood
End line: A quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Finish
A bright clear light of the rising sun
Reveals the dark corners are now clean
The Apricot Jam has changed into clear light
All the lessons are melded into one fine character
Inspired by HGarvey Daniel Esquire's contest
"Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a few laws."
_ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The flowers voluntarily give all summer,
and nectar is taken by each whirling 'hummer.
And seeds fly in the wind !
The flowers and trees relinquish, bequeath their seeds,
we all could learn by doing and giving good deeds.
Be helpful and be kind !
The bees drift from each bloom and carry sweet nectar,
they are important and I am their protector.
Bees drinking is a find !
Give of self to a cause and become a giver,
without compensation- let good thoughts deliver.
Don't be "thank you" inclined !
In nature all things are connected by magic,
why in humanity do we find scenes tragic?
Let's be more nature twined !
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September 22, 2020
Poetry/Tail-rhyme/Nature the Giver
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1288-692-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Givers
sponsor, Regina McIntosh
First place
WALT WHITMAN PURSUING BEAUTY
( In his 200 Aniversary )
His Biosphere, his Biorealm, his Bioprovince
His Bioregion, his Biolocale
Beat plunged humming “Leaves of Grass”
Throught drunken twisted paths
Stumbling pleasures and thinking about
The quality of being different
Transparent, unthinkable
Just talking from experience
Tracing the tread of our heads
Into a web and so mysterious and clear.
Despite the Presbyterian pastor’ words
Ralph Smith
Saying with envy and burr:
- Walter is a Freeroamer of Love
That has converted the Locust Grove School
In a School of Sodoma
Or the John Peter Lesley’s, geologist:
-Walter is a “pretencious gil”
And his Leaves of Grass
Are “profane and obscene trash”
Walter and his Leaves of Grass
Still are a promise and a delight.
We’ve been thinking about his offer
And their answer is a strong tentative yes.
I love it:
His new possible consciousness of the Earth
Filled with demons – making scenes
Of Love and Freedom
Wastings what he has given to You and me:
Leaves of Grass
And its natural science: that the Earth
Is the center of the attention
Not another’s manipulation on it.
It is a lovely pamphlet of possible Life.
O honey
Walter, You’re an acorus calamus
I love You.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting. Ralph Waldo Emerson
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In a world so obsessed with youthful bloom,
Where fleeting beauty becomes man's costume,
Let us pause and ponder—let us truly foresee.
Genuine beauty emerges as we age gracefully.
For beauty is but a vain and doubtful hood,
A shallow gloss that fades as quickly as it stood.
Such a fragile flower—it withers away.
Once it begins to bud—it cannot stay.
A brittle glass shattered in an instant,
Beauty's illusion is so easily distant.
Yet, in the midst of this doubt, there is a truth.
A perception that reveals the beauty of youth.
True beauty is not defined by outer charm.
But by the wisdom and kindness that disarm.
It is not anent the color of your hair or eyes.
But the principles and morals you prioritize
Beauty is not measured by appearance.
But by love, caring, and shared perseverance,
Life may be magnificent—life can be beautiful.
At your beck and call—your life can be bountiful.
In this world so consumed by physical appeal,
Let us not forget what is utterly real.
To be aesthetic is to be beyond skin deep.
However, spiritual reflections let you weep.
It is the kindness and love we freely sieve.
The strength to assist others and truly live.
It is the power of a smile, a weapon so strong,
That can conquer any battle, right any wrong.
God's fingerprints can be seen all around us.
A display of the innate grace of humans, thus
True beauty is not bound by age or time.
But a radiance that only grows beyond sublime.
So let us cherish the beauty that comes with age,
A pearl of wisdom and grace we won't assuage.
For in the journey of life—as we grow old,
We discover a beauty that's worth beyond gold.
Her eyes a sapphire blue,
An awesome sight to view,
Her nose aristocratic,
She was so charismatic,
Her lips a rosy petal pink,
One had to blink,
Or been seen as staring,
Her nature a sheer blessing.
Her hair pure black like coal,
Her ears so dainty as if she stole
Them from a pretty fairy,
Her friendly attitude quite flirty,
Her peeking bosoms such a tease,
Begging for a squeeze,
Her tantalizing always alluring waistline,
Her demure look whilst sipping wine,
Her legs, toned and smooth,
The actual truth,
Those legs were the best in town,
Caire lived in a cottage down
The hill, her ankles slim and slender,
Her speaking tone ever so tender,
Her teeth pearly white,
Her nails and toe-nails bright
Red, wrists strong, fingers slight.
She was betrothed to the mayor,
Was this beautiful girl Caire,
To be married next week,
By a sandy beach near a sheltered creek,
Excitement was mounting,
Two days to go, she was counting,
Claire had ordered a Dior designed dress,
This was the perfect wedding, oh yes!
Her parents arrived the day before,
They were excited wanted to explore,
Mark’s parents acted a little strange,
There was never any form of exchange,
Of phone calls, no answer to a wedding invitation,
Future husband gave Clair limited information,
She looked radiant as she walked down the aisle,
She turned everybody’s head, unique was her style.
Happy as a lark to be her beloved’s wife,
She looked forward to her future role in life,
Suddenly, police sirens heard,
The noise moving closer, how weird,
Two cars arrived and, four or five policemen,
Walked towards the couple, in fact ten,
Cuffed her future husband, read him his rights,
Clair fainted, Mark was a criminal, many nights
She often thought he was too secretive,
Which made her sad, certainly not appreciative,
Claire dear girl, you forgot, habits are difficult to re-arrange,
Mark was set in his ways, so hard for you to have him change.
Mark was wanted for fraud, millions of pounds
Involved, had cooked the books, so out of bounds,
Claire's mom and dad put her gently into their car,
And took her to their home which was far,
Claire took some time to get past this catastrophe,
Over a man she loved and about to relinquish her chastity,
Ralph a divorced writer was her parent’s neighbour,
Who soon stole Clare’s heart and her chamber!
Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph. Macchio.
Ask any woman who gets up at three!
How great it is to get out there and earn a salary?
Then not only commute but slave all day.
Pick up the kids at three, and then the kids
overburdened with hours of homework?
Mom has to help them like a enslaved Turk!
Then each night prepare dinner for all three?
While clothes in the washing machine be?
Women's Liberation~~
My, my .....oh me!
I have not listed endless shopping or sports
on this list!
Gloria Steinheim's neck and women's lib needs
a quick twist.
Women brainwashed to theif very core.
Now think its an honor to wear
pants, which I abhor.
We are far to flabby in buttocks and thighs.
Walking, our legs look like an
earthquake, Richter Scale 5~jello surprise!
Perms begone, no more pretty hair, we must look
like men?
What's comes next?
Smoking cigars in tweed jackets in the den?
Sorry to rant, but I miss women
having time,looking fine...
To run a home, not looking for
a shoeshine.
I will write later of the history of
a woman's place being in the home.
And it's close to the time of Ancient Rome.
October 11, 2019
A San Francisco Haiku Quartet
Oh San Francisco
Beat poets Ferlinghetti
North Beach was our city
Hushed conversations
Rich coffees and biscotti
Smothered in rich fog
Our French cigarettes
Then under table footsies
Moonlit hills our home
Cable cars singing
Golden Gate from our window
Heaven and stars..ours
{In Memory of Ralph}
May 4, 2020
2:30pm PST
English Haikus
*Image of Seashell On Beach Sand by Pixabay.
"A seashell should be the crest of England, not only because it represents a power built on the waves, but also the hard finish of the men."
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sally Sells Seashells, Rethinks Career
A shell lies ashore by the sea
freely moves about as waves drift in
the seawater playfully tumbles its plaything
the glistening sun reflects on it by the cresting sea
Seagulls filled, fed by the sea
wafting uplifted o'er the sea current
it hovers down suddenly, wings opened out
initially stares then prod the shell needlessly about
Bird prints traipsed the beach
shoved shell safe by pushing waves
like an army by divisions thrusting a seawall
as a prying feathered friend, surrenders to the sea
Lil' Sally sports run next wade
notes the shell immersed in the sea
her eager digits cradled it upward with care
she poured out sand and seawater from its spirals
Abrupts, those forces of habit
the same that excited the nosy bird
she put the polished part right up to her ear
hoping to catch past the shore and across the sea
Dismayed, looked at the shell
frustrated, release it from her hands
whilst sea reclaimed that seashell uniquely
as tax pays overseas calls, collect-calls unallowed.
2021 August 23
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 August 25
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
You'll see...
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Winning the Lottery
Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery,
Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night.
Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine,
So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight.
Our George bemoans his bad luck,
All these years, not even a Tenner.
He told me that a couple from up Orkney,
Won Five million, Mr and Mrs Jenner.
Now I don’t want a fortune,
Just to be comfortable, would be nice.
I could buy me a shiny new sports job,
Without thinking about it twice.
A holiday to the Island of Barbados,
Under tropical skies, that sounds grand.
Or perhaps a Mediterranean cruise,
Lazing on deck, getting tanned.
I would have to update my wardrobe,
With a suit from Ralph Lauren.
A few shirts with the label of Versace,
Oh, and Designer shoes by Donna Karan.
We may have to move from the terrace,
Buy a cottage in the countryside.
Or better still a bungalow by the sea,
With a Veranda, to sit watching the tide.
I could afford to have Guitar lessons,
Learn to play blues like Jimmy Page.
Imagine that, me becoming a rock star,
With adoring groupies at front of stage.
Now, I won’t see our Emily go short,
and I’ll give a bit to John and Jilly.
I’d better return Danny’s Lawnmower,
and give that borrowed Twenty back to Billy.
I could retire and take it easy,
No more working long shifts over-night,
Slaving for that Miserly McGregor,
He’s loaded but so flaming tight.
In truth, I’d leave without notice,
And tell him just where to stick it.
My wife say’s stop daydreaming Jim
You’ve never even bought a ticket.