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Life is a highway, a serpentine, curving road,
that is not easy or what you envision.
The way tangled and entwined with hardships,
each way has doctrines with repercussions.
You never can imagine the dangers or the happiness,
and in my reverie, my daydreaming and simplicity.
I recollect the innocent child that was and is me,
oh, to return to a time of freedom, purity and naivete.
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September 4, 2012
Poetry/Rhyme/Life Is A Highway
Copyright Protected, ID 09-418-302-04
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Life is . . .
Sponsor, Kim Merryman, Judged 09/08/2012
Fifth Place
Today I spied my shadow,
And I asked it to dance.
Once it would have taken the challenge.
Once, when I was young.
Where are the memories of yesteryear?
Dissipated with the passage of time?
Today I'm bent with arthritic pain,
result of all my past heinous sins:
a hunchback of misdemeanours.
O how I recollect my wicked deeds!
They echo in the dark corridors
of a bent tired mind.
Now I dance to the tune
I composed throughout my life;
But my shadow simply refuses
to join in the frolic of my low strife.
Ashamed I amble on life's highway....
towards my eventual demise.
Then my shadow will find eternal its rest.
fiction
Women of a certain age
Remember, when in school,
Boys did woodwork, girls
Home economics, as a rule.
The boys made houses for the birds –
They sanded, sawed and nailed
While girls both cooked and sewed,
Which every housewife’s job entailed.
When reminiscing with some friends,
We all could recollect
We had to sew an A-line skirt
For teachers to inspect.
Each one of us had moms like mine,
Who, knowing how to sew,
Helped stitch the skirt on her machine,
So we’d be good to go.
The memory brought laughter
Of our common circumstance,
But I might’ve made a better birdhouse
If I’d had the chance.
Vodka smiles up
from a glass.
Paint me in a garden chair
with nothing in it,
but the swing of white trousers.
Where are my friends,
my wife,
children, grandchildren?
A fat creamy dog licks my toes.
All who ever claimed to know of me
are right here
on the rim of this glass
as the ice slowly melts –
some cling to a slice of lime
that can no longer support them.
The day lengthens,
a shadow returns,
peddling pantomimes
I watch behind heavily curtained lids,
recollect nothing, remember everything,
until a calling moon chimes out.
The dawn will arrive with a dew
as fresh as tears.
Looking back, I tell myself that you’re the one that got away, it’s not like you were a victim and I kidnapped you, not in a criminal kind of way
But as I recollect, I’m glad that you left, because back then I didn’t realize it at the time but when I was with you, I was holding my breath
Just waiting for the other shoe to drop, to feel the pelting of the bricks from the sky, because what I was doing wasn’t right for you or for I
You had already been taken so very long ago, and just because you got bored, or just stuck, and was looking for a way out, only you truly know
I was just there with the car door open inviting you to come in and take a ride with me, but neither of us knew what lied ahead for us, if only we could have seen
Hazardous road conditions, so slippery from so many tears that were shed, and the shaking of the road in front of us because our nerves were the only thing being fed
Living on borrowed time, knowing the road trip will end all too soon, but, in the end, not wanting to say goodbye, it came much too soon
Didn’t I see the warning signs? The “Yield”, “Look First”, “Stop”, before he breaks your heart up ahead? I was too blinded by the chemistry there brewing between us and look where it led
A disastrous wreck, carnage like you wouldn’t believe, everything that I held sacred to me then died right there in that street
Two hearts shattered, two lives torn in two, because we took a wrong turn somewhere between all of the lies and the truth
One of us walked away a little more battered and bruised, and one of us still has the scars, the reminder, the proof
So, in the end you were the one that got away, but I was the victim, the one who’s heart had been kidnapped and left for dead that fatal day.
The blessings of grace come down
to bring change deep within
so not to be what I once was
in God's grace, Christ has come in
Dimly it's hard to recollect
but to be clear on Christ alone
a great sinner am I, but praise God
my sins, my saviour did atone
God pours out His loving kindness
showing His pleasure to HIs own
for I don't seek this loving Lord
but this Lord of love picks us alone
This Lord sees all our mistakes
despite that, He pours out HIs grace
in His providence in our lives
works it for His glory before our face
My love that I feel for Christ
is such a feeble, faint spark
but it truly is divinely sent
as its effect has clearly left its mark
My God is so lovely and caring
For He kindles it and keeps it alive
It's God's work to hold me true
waters can't quench it for it to thrive
God works in His marvellous providence
through a course He would prescribe
though contrary to my narrow view
His purposes work out to be of its tribe
(This is based on seven quotes from the pen of John Newton on Grace, the author of the great hymn 'Amazing Grace', which follow below.)
1) I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to ne, but I am not what I hope to be in another world, but still I am not what I once used to be, and by God's grace I am what I am.
2) Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Saviour.
3) He has been pleased in loving kindness to draw us to himself, and to be found by us when we sought HIm not.
4) We serve a gracious Master who knows how to overrule even our mistakes to His glory and our own advantage..
5) The love I bear Christ is but a faint and feeble spark, but it is an emanation from himself.
6) He kindles it and he keeps it alive; and because it is his work, I trust many waters shall not quench it.
7) God often takes a course for accomplishing His purposes directly contrary to what our narrow views would prescribe.
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
With the party in full swing
And the joy that this can bring
I wandered through the garden fair
Stood in the doorway mesmerized there
Sat on a stool in the middle of the lawn
Was a big Stag with a small Fawn
Suddenly a Tiger came
They started playing a childish game
As I watched in awe, dumbstruck in fact
An Elephant passed by with a Haversack
He saw a Mouse sat on the grass
Which freighted him, so he tiptoed past
I blinked my eyes, I must be dreaming
Suddenly a Hyena was screaming
More like a loud laugh, it had quite an effect
Made me smile and recollect
As I stood by the Garden Door
I shook my head and saw some more
Amazing things to think about
As a Bear walked by and he had gout
Walking slowly with a limp
In dark glasses, looked like a pimp
His black suit looked rather smart
Must have been bought at WalMart
My eyes are playing tricks on me I thought
It’s time to stop that’s what I aught
To be doing, stop this illusion
My mind is in such a state of confusion
Just then Dr Doolittle came walking by
Looked at me and just said Hi
Walked out through the garden gates
And took along all his garden mates
I then collapsed into a chair
Looked out again, there was no one there
This funny baccy, mixed with the drink
Made my mind hallucinate a bit I think
It’s time to stop now this has begun
Must be other ways to have fun
Walked back indoors so full of dread
Turned over quickly and fell out of bed.
SISTERHOOD OF AVON
Oh how I miss the sisterhood
the brrr...ringing of a bell
a catalog and a smile in hand
the scent of sweet cologne
nearly met customers at the door
miraculously in their own flavor
jingle jangle of jewelry
not fine but touchy-feely
and collectibles how i miss them
and the sweep of my youthful skirt
i was God-blessed with territory
— assigned not chosen,
a secondary job
i recollect three households
heaven sent, angelic psalms
as if I had travelled beyond earth’s borders
first woman, straight-laced, strict
believed every lady should wear skirts
a Christian, perhaps too pharisaical
Brr...ring at twilight and a gruff voice
a man barks, “who is it?!”
taken aback, “the Avon lady…”
a lovely woman practically
knocks over her husband, to answer
the door, sporting silver hair
she invites me in and we chat
over a quite different setting
— relaxed
Christian wearing pants,
so cheery and warming
— the bite of her husband mosquito-like
And now I’m not joking —
Christian sisters living next to each other...
do you see the theme of my life?
this dear woman’s married to a dermatologist —
certainly woman do tip their hat of facts
so i go off to water aerobics and notice my skin
has a rash
so i call
and being young and brash
ask
if i can ask her husband’s advice
the next morning i tell my boss — a naval Master Chief
that i needed to see a dermatologist,
and he laughs, “you’ll never get in”
i say, “sir, i already have an appointment”
so i had shingles, just on the cusp,
and was saved from much pain
for God is good all the time
all the time God is good
and when i step over the border into the heavenly realm
i will still sing of his goodness!
Brr...ring i miss the fine company and the singing
of customer’s doorbells
and one day i will hug my fine
sisters
12/21/2018
{The callings of reality is already beginning to drown my dreams
And soon, my spirit shall disperse from The Ancients within
What lies to be, brings a lone journey to believe
No more am I once again to once more be relieved
I desire not this engiven entrapment of time
Am I but bound to a curse to be poisoned in mind
I need you Ei-rian… I’m unable to walk this path alone
Will you not whisper a dream to guide me home?
There is but no one who could simply understand
Even within, comes great difficult to bloodly comprehend
And as clear as crystal vapours, I see myself diminishing away
Only to find I awake to not yet a morrow’s day}
It was still however as dark
Isn’t the gifted time as thought as it be?
Unlikely of sorrows within my heart
I began to recollect what I’m oblige to see
I see my room, I see Ei-rian
Both remains, beyond most absurd reasons
I’m as lost as am I broken
Is there light then, beyond my darkest moment?
As much as I serve the Word
I too, have myself to be devoted to
Yet most every then, I know not what’s heard
To know and not know what more needed to do
I have traveled since, a long way
With The Askance to guide me in the awakening
Yet much so was I kept at bay!
To simply embrace the calls of unwelcome beckoning
Is there a need to serve, I wonder often?
Yet gifted was time I’m willing to accept
Since the memory, I’m not forsaken
True for my love to Ei-rian, I’ll never yet regret
This night, I remain as awake as I can ever be
For come will a dream, I’ll receive in tranquility
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