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Knowing Love When You Find It!
Is love a nectar, random taste for candy bars,
Or gem so rarely found you’d dare a trip to Mars?
Do sweetness, rareness, beauty own their light or wane?
Might wiser pilgrim’s paths reward with subtler gain?
To young, some fun that’s shared suggests one way to go.
But dining out and fancy cars are more like snow
That melts, sublimes with time, could fade without a trace,
Still moisture sparks new growth – a rose could take its place!
Experience grows souls and often strikes sweet chords!
Self-patience and all kindness - fertilize rewards!
Love’s more revealed, lobotomized, by owning things?
‘Love’ gravitates to rich? That’s rich! If she wears rings,
But man’s nose pierced, is ‘love’ more staple bought and sold
Both settle for (and call it ‘Love’)? That seems less gold,
More brass to me. ‘Security’ sires’ Poverty?”
Who’s Slave, who’s Boss? I doubt that Solomon could see!
Do friendships’ disappointments prove no friend exists?
Goal’s loss (can LOVE be ‘failure?’) means no one gets kissed?
All ‘effort’ is sufficient! Each dream owns its weight!
Our SIN’s God’s failure, or ‘THE PATH’ to Heaven’s Gate?
Is love defined by what I’ve said so far, you think?
Is love more venal truth than poetry gives ink?
We’re slaves, enslave! Who thwarts temptation without end?
Who bends his knee to Christ, gives life to save a friend?
Might ‘humble one,’ a sinner, know more peace, in fact,
Than ‘loving one’ who dreams return with every act?
Your ‘gift’ (to let Him in) is how you know you’re loved
God’s servant to potential! ‘Soul’ is never gloved!
Long Tooth
August 26th in 2019
Today my heart is caught in a great dilemma,
It is unusual,uncommon & very rare,
when mind stops to think,but heart continues its work,
today i am in that stage of love.
This tragedy with someone is really very rare,
That secret of my life today i want to share,
Unconditional & uncertain towards him i was walking,
At that moment mind was ceased to think what i was doing.
That extreme care & commitment so intense,
this was the only feeling in my whole soul which i can sense,
but in a second got shattered all my dream,
When i realize that in his world,only a little i mean.
my life entered in that darkness,where light even fears to go,
The lips which were ever smiling,on those lips now smile fears to grow.
At that worst moment of life,someone entered my lane,
I couldn't even noticed that he loved me like an insane.
Now here also once again got repeated the tale,
situation made me so, that to love him i fail,
It was impossible for me to fall in love anymore,
'Love' & 'me' became the two sides of a seashore.
This was the tale uptil here,
about which you can think that isn't so rare,
But there is a truth making it EXTRAORDINARY,
Not a lie,not a story,it is something real about me.
About the two person i told were not the different two,
Yeah he was the same whom i loved,& who loved me too.
The situation made him so different at different time,
That's the RARENESS with the life of mine.
I never got the one,whom i really loved,
He never got the one,whom he really loved,
With every breath now,myself melting i find,
I broked someone's heart & couldn't even saved mine
Expectedly it came and she knew it
Those sleepless and there were many of those
The rareness of bonding session with her ,my mother
The multitasking of motherhood
The goal had to be achieved at all cost
The determination that was displayed
The support that was given for a remarkable woman
The days, months ,years of hard work finally paid off
The honouring of a family name
And she had done exactly that
We had planned it well to the last detail
So many things to do and so little time
It was a surprise all right
My big sister Ruth had to come down from Cape Town
Who else was going to execute this plan, if she is not here
And besides it was her speciality
We had to thread carefully, no loop holes were allowed
To be discreet was the middle word
To be thankful was part of her nature, my mother
And she deserved exactly that
The creativity was in the atmosphere
As the decorations were awesome
Yeah, it was no child play
The smell from the kitchen, made the mouth watering
Left the tummy to make funny noises
The ladies had done a great job
Yep, the champagne and the wine, all the goodies
The weather was just a blessing
And the outfit was a show stopper
Yep, the guests were amazing
In their academic wear, I tell you
Yes, the family had arrived
In their best behaviour, hilarious was the norm for the day
Her close friends,
Whom she had walked with on this journey
Her mother, she was just speechless
Her only husband, he was just too proud of her
And we all knew that
She will be thankful
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SPONSORED BY REGINA RIDDLE
"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
Quote by _Sigmund Freud
After birth our bodies are aging,
slowly ... but by forty we notice the changes:
with cells and with bones a war is raging.
We notice that our muscles have less ranges;
we have bothersome metacarpals and phalanges !
Oh, each of us have lived life in chapters.
with ups and downs we are a constant changing book:
experience make us good adapters.
We just float ... flowing along like a forest brook;
and know real truth from just silly gobbledygook !
All through life there is constant awareness,
it ebbs and flows ... changing and we see ourselves:
and hopefully our unique rareness.
Never let your life gather dust like books on shelves,
be aware ... encourage others to help themselves !
To be aware is to know who you are,
your thoughts, dreams, character traits and even your flaws:
oh, be aware of this world ... close and far.
When upset don't get angry and bring out the claws;
be aware, step back, take a breath and a long pause !
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May 10, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Screen Of Awareness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-378-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Screen Of Awareness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/26/2023
Eighth Place
In the soul of silence comes a knowing that
only we know exists in a life of a star
shining brightly in the purple heavens of
our reality.
No more corridors to run through
as if there were no more steps to
continued on, till another one appears
without explanations, and new
steps brighten all with hope.
Silence speaks your name quietly when darkness
slips away lighting each thought with brightness
of unforgettable thoughts.
Simplicity shakes hands with sincerity, conjuring
forth rareness of emotions combining
uncomplicated situations made with untamed
purposes to be acknowledged.
Manifest honesty, humble to lives eternal
stability, brightening the hearts and souls of those
who never stopped believing love has the power to
cure the incurable and fire to burn deeply within
our consciousness of new dimensional knowledge
letting go, rising up to a new world of “Love
Peace, Harmony.”
No more hesitation to let go, just let go and
rise as high as you can finding that love and
the peace you've been searching for all your life.
Hear the silence now you have opened your heart
to love.
All complications exist no more!
You're a light being, now aware of it!
Peace, Love, Harmony!
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved).
They say you're nobody
They talk lies behind your back
They speak of an insignificant soul
A heart worth no attention
I say -
It's the prominence of my walk
The strength of my stance
The graize of my speech to the intelligence beyond glance
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me
A lot try to say you're ugly
Change your appearence - your style
Try to make you conform
Be coll, Be "in," whatever that may mean
I say -
It's the brown of my skin
The scar on my hand
The rareness of my style to the bareness of my ends
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me
They despise your real talk
Call you weak - Call you a punk
They turn the world against you
Your friends - Your loved ones
I say -
It's the abundance of my knowledge
The credit of my character
The uniqeness of my name
An undisputed fame - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me
So when they give you lip
And they torture your stature
When they come across your self-esteem
And say you're not anything
I say -
It's the flare of my actions
The perseverance of my smile
The integrity of my measure
The courage of my style - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man
That's me
Stepping into the atmosphere
Of your near-sighted illusions
Masked by hollow words,
You asked me
To exchange my rareness
For a vague existence.
Self-indulgent conformity
For acceptance in a world
Where I do not belong
Should be my reward,
If only I would
Become your willing clone.
Your pretty veils of red
Paraded before me,
But it made you naked
In my eyes;
Shamefully revealed vulnerability
Was starkly alive.
I know who you are,
The spectacular voices
You listen to,
And I am the defiant one
Who has broken through
The walls confining you.
If my vision haunts you,
Brings you to your knees,
And leaves you quivering
In pathetic anxiety,
Then I will have brought
The truth to your door.
Don't you see?
Individuality will always
Ask the wrong question,
Reveal the rawness,
And pick at the scab
Of all you'd make me swallow.
So go on.
Scream about my defects
While I go under
For another breath.
I am numb
To your mutilation.
When we have reached
The other side of this hell
We will understand
The shadows where we hide,
But we are here now,
And I will not be raped by you.
With my fusion of lyrics and rhythm
There is no confusion that I’m refusing to simply be disillusioned
With intellectual distribution
I do not have hesitation to let you give me recognition
Realising that my vision is empowered by my necessitation of not wanting to simply be the illest
But the illest who conveys parables continuation
Guaranteed expectation of never being word stranded, inspiration
Protection from all lyric dieticians, word anorexia, rhythmic bulimia
Representation of obese lyrical content, larger than life
Not afraid to speak what’s on my mind
Plantation of human strength to express ones feelings with the spoken word
Avoiding repetition of past mistakes
Promotion of inner strength to flourish
Installation of anti-verbal abuse
Living your own dream with motivation and authority on ones lips
Inspiration being drawn from the depths of self
Allowing others to march behind me
You are not motivated?
Self-pity embraces you
Self-pity moulds you
Allow yourself to blossom
Your uniqueness is rare
Only you possess that rareness
Abuse it
Use it
And you will be surprised the person you will become…
Just look at me…..
If was a surprise for I did not know
It was heart and strokes the family history showed
And I grew more and more tired thought it was age
Then I could not come up with simple words I knew
Ah a stroke but the emergency doctor was not sure
So into a helicopter onto Stanford we flew
MRI and the best doctor gave me an answer
Seizures and malignant cancer
I admit I could not fully comprehend
I was so tired and the brain does defend
Although it was the brain that had acquired this fiend
But still though I knew my life would soon be careening
Beyond anything I knew or would know
Then surgery and radiation and chemo
Would become a daily routine due to it's rareness
Aware of a pending end and life’s unfairness
Went by quickly because there just wasn’t time
With all the work-- a mention of three years or five
And then a few months of complete awareness
Now I have a helper and my dogs and arthritis
And the world suffered from that crazy virus
So there just hasn’t been time
And I am not listening for a bell to chime
Instead after my vaccines now I am connecting
Fully as much as possible with the summertime
The Carousel
As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake
I sliver with the snake leaving ruins with heartache
***
My eyes shut to the I, spinning thoughts will awry
Languishing lips calcify upon lost imagery to crucify
Round & round they go dissolving dreams I borrow
Happiness says hell-lo as it leaves me in its shadow
***
Hurricane of my abyss telling secrets that I shall miss
In their blasphemous bliss, morbid storms reminisce
Reaching terminal velocity amidst its ill monstrosity
Carousel of curiosity drowning in dynamic viscosity
***
An elliptical awareness melds allusions of unfairness
Within a secluded rareness posturing, you defenseless
A salivating swell with sorrows that comply & compel
For my none-stop Carousel the merry-go-round of hell.
Nov.23.2018
The I Of The Storm
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
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