Long Recollect Poems
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--Who Has no Tomb to Rest His Soul--
After the long, long wandering in the wasteland,
sometimes by the sea where the roaring wind surges
the waters, or times in the highland where the dews chill the bone,
and other times by the marsh where pouring rain lashes the reeds,
Oedipus the blind and ruined old man, led by his dearest daughter,
came to the land of running horseman Colonus,
the land where Theseus reigns.
Woe is the blindness,
strange ground where Oedipus stepped on,
however, was the holy ground of immortal beings,
the ground forbidden to all who are the mortals.
Oedipus, therefore, an impious old man,
the blasphemous king once reigned Thebes,
the shameless one without the eyes to see.
Since the day driven out from Thebes
Oedipus needed a refuge where to lay his worn out body,
where to rest his wandering soul, and therefore, though
unknowingly, he hastily stepped on Holy Land.
Since he was expelled by his own sons and mother’s brother,
Oedipus needed the comforting word that soothes his aching body,
that relieves his troubled heart, and therefore, to hear
sweet music descending from above and echoes
in the grove as the gay spirited birds twitters,
he hurriedly sat on an altar forbidden to the mortals.
The oracle upon Oedipus since his conception
in mother’s womb was a cursed one, a foe to his own father,
the curse Oedipus, therefore, carried from the day of his birth was,
rather than a blessed one the proud heir to the ruler the king of Thebes,
but to become an abandoned child one forced to be a stranger everywhere.
And after the long wandering in an endless desolated land,
though death gave benediction in the night dark as his sight at last,
it did not allow him to have a tomb where his beloved daughters
would be able to dedicate a piece of stone with an epitaph,
the inscribed words of praise to honor him, or to recollect
his sorrowful image before his grave with tears in time to time,
though it may be a painful reminiscence to his daughters.
Alas! the king Oedipus, who has no tomb to rest his wandering soul
even after his death under an evil star.
As I recollect deeply on my mind
On how I would describe it
Pain of losing my father comes into my mind
He did not get a chance of saying goodbye
Although deep down I knew
That look into his eyes that told me a story
A story that I battling to come to terms with
Years dried up my tears
I have not yet started
Laughter that comes and goes
Smoothies my heart from time to time
A purpose that must be utilised
Amazement on my lips
Focus takes over
Who am I
A daughter of an intelligent man
As I go through the memories
On how I would endure this pain
Motivation comes into my mind
His legacy has to be continued
As his eyes told a story
His name must be uphold
A promise has to be fulfilled
At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul
Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay
Dear hubby take great consideration
Of our two children who
Will forever cry requesting
For my whereabout to nurse
My body may not be there.
It has decided to rest.
I'm not excessively far away.
My spirit lives on,
Peering down, looking after
You and everybody.
Furthermore when you feel miserable
Furthermore life appears to be so blue,
Simply recollect
That my soul has its arms around you.
What's more on those exceptional days,
Times that you want to see,
That cool wind streaming past you
Indeed, that will be me,
So don't be pitiful.
Have no dread.
God has encouraged me,
I actually watch you
Consistently,
My affection and soul are with you,
Also our two little angels
Good bye darling
Waiting for you patiently
In this new world
Church Supper
She puts salt and pepper on tables
covered in white paper from rolls.
She always enjoys church suppers -
special recipes from different kitchens.
She can’t help as much as she used to,
but she can put out condiments and butter.
She watches the bustle in the kitchen -
men and women in aprons making coffee,
stirring something in a pot on the stove,
crowding platters, bowls, and plates of food
on the serving table in the parish hall,
all the time laughing and joshing each other.
Not like her childhood, she remembers,
when men carried in baskets and bowls,
set them on counters and stood talking
while women did the kitchen work.
She loves the camaraderie
now that she eats most of her meals
with just the company of television.
Friends here with whom to converse,
old friends who recollect with her
events of years back, funny incidents.
Food, laughter, lights and music,
lovely desserts – she doesn’t bake now.
Later, at home, she’ll store the warm
memories of tonight’s dinner
in her mind’s album of happy times,
to draw upon in days to come.
My soul reflects beauty day by day
The morning sun - crept through my mind
Hues deep in my eyes - they mesmerize
I sit - I look at those prominent skies
I am bewildered at the rays upon my face
I walk hand in hand with GOD - the rocks I trace
I stand tall - I recollect - I am with aura
It surrounds me! It overwhelms me with awe
The prettiest thing in my thoughts I saw
Hypnotizing! I see colors of those reflections
Dancing in my mind - I see recollections
At dawn! I wake each day and I gaze
I view! I sometimes see gloom engulfing me
The freeze stepped in and the clouds are black
I stumble in my life - I contemplate
The heavenly skies - beauty can wait
Til the sun beams down catching my eye
And the wisdom of warmth - I then conclude
The hues on my face way up from the sky
Keeps my soul - beauty within me, I am at peace
And the suns' breath - I breathe at ease
I reckon each day I have opportunity as well
Then God wakes me listening to each word I tell...
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
Emily Dickenson.
Queen of Heaven
Give me faith!
Ground me!
Tell me the sky will not fall in
the earth at my feet will
not give way- pray,
shelter us- mankind and me
from crazy predatory frenzy
Defend us from all destructive forces
Foster love of beauty, altruism-
generosity to our cores; a search
for grander possibilities
Teach us the solemn value of history
Keep us true to form, intuitive
imaginitive, instinctive
Attuned to the importance of
self- limiting responses
Not innocent in self delusion
Not virtuous for virtue's sake
Unique and irreplacable
Never notorious, false hearted
or didactic
No! not the sum of trivial
accumulations
Not the collection left behind,
of usesless irrevelancies;
objects beyond human memory
No! it must be us
Abiding echoes
of breath caught in wonder
Suzanne Delaney
The leaves crunch beneath my feet as the rain is dripping,
A windy road takes me to a place of tears and lamenting;
My heart is forlorn this day, as I recollect all my prior happiness,
Each name engraved is a treasure lost in the darkness.
Every new day, I struggle to keep the past from lingering,
O, I recall all the joy devoured in this life, all the sweet living;
I realize how fortunate I have been, I think of those lost in loneliness,
They are unable to see the beauty of life's exquisiteness.
For without the melancholy, the grief and the dreadful crying,
There is no delight, no contentment, bliss, no joy and laughing;
So, I embrace the winding road that is this journey with utter gladness,
Listen, if one seeks the beauty, they will find loveliness.
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October 17, 2013
Poetry/Verse/I Embrace This Winding Road
Copyright Protected, ID 10-513-484-17
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Whoever said life’s a happy movie
must’ve seen the win after hard times.
In my movie, the main character has already lost,
the past was golden, all my good wishes already used.
Jealousy and sadness, all together, now supported only by wine.
You holding hands with someone else,
while I smile, pretending to be fine.
I could see your smile in all the photos,
my heart was strong until I saw you
proposing with a ring and daffodils.
Oh darling, I’ve done it a billion times
and have been quite successful
in getting over you in my mind.
But still couldn’t resist once I saw you again,
sweet and kind—
not to me, but a different person this time.
To manipulate, I said to my heart,
it’s all a facade.
However, that constant backlash won’t just stop,
every time you come closer so that we could talk—
cracking jokes, making me laugh
in those late-night walks.
Now I’m walking in the cold mountains
with my headphones on,
Lana’s songs all along,
while I recollect all the beautiful past
with the only person I had once dreamt to last.
My love for language is the best
Yet my love for her goes far mile than that.
She lightens my heart with her smile
Even when in the nighttime, I see through her heart.
She is that- subsisting
Who makes me feel healed when drained.
I recollect the night devoured with her.
Her eyes flicker more than a diamond
Her lips are far more seducing than the pinkies
Her figure might not be the best but triggers me to the right
Her smooth pointers make me feel warm
Even in the harmattan season,
I feel I am covered in an air-conditioned season with her
I shall pronounce not her inscription,
For I know not who she is owned by
She is my conviction
For I confide in her
Even the peacock is not as peaceful as she is
Yet, She bears the name
©DR.MILLZ
"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible
Behold me…
marked with awesome affectionate hues
exuding family love
radiating bliss of eternal security bonding
triumphantly prevailing midst smiles.
Recollect with me…
while exposing joy of home
along grateful heart of glowing faces
praise-filled, beaming with grace
bestowed by the Lord!
Be glued to me…
never blinking your eyes,
yet now welled with tears
as you are gripped with Mom and Dad’s love
transporting your very being toward siblings’ milestones.
Reminisce with me…
grand celebration of blood-ties reunion along prayer fellowship
as your Dad and Mom steadfastly hold hands
and you view them doing so in heaven
with their inspiring love story, upheld by faith.
Get nostalgic through me…
recalling sweet peace in your paradise
with hearts warmed midst compassion wonders
seeing your parents’ partnership of caring scene
creating legacy of kindness for your generation.
Now, treasure me --- more than a keepsake
as I reverberate your life history
chronicled with mementoes
never to be buried in oblivion
since I, your family picture reign in your heart.
February 8, 2025
2nd place, "Dusty Box of Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/12/2025