Long Renovations Poems
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Like the burning tree, resting on the clouds
The glow of the sun, hidden...flourishes
Mirrored waters, tween the tall grass-marsh, crowds
Before the night...when the sun perishes
Once caught, are the crabs of past generations
Like rabbits, how fast they come and they go
My fathers boat, beyond renovations
I can see him still...with oars he would row
Mom, at home waiting...for dad's buckets full
Waters boiling, nut crackers for the claws
Grandmother waits too...as she knits her wool
Waiting to eat crabs with her long jowl jaws
These days of old I will never forget
A shadow of time...my mind's silhouette
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Books to the library
photos to family.
Paint cans and lumber
from renovations years ago.
Most of the furniture
including the piano.
Fastest way to do this
is rent a dumpster.
On the internet
nothing’s permanent,
nothing's gonna happen.
Photosynthesis, evaporation
as if your spirit disappears
when the sun appears.
It’s a burden lifted
not to have to persevere.
Edits
for clarity
and brevity.
One owes the reader
a respite from
the tonnage of
fructifying English.
To drown one’s book is devoutly to be wished.
Coupla trumpets,
big comfy couch,
four beds and dressers
and the contents of closets.
Tools we don’t use,
surge protectors and chargers,
lawn and patio accoutrements,
table settings for ten.
Lamplit underground,
the stray branch,
synchronized chaos,
a red fez.
One canary,
map of Antarctica,
three deaf little otoliths,
six or seven sybils.
Extra salt and pepper shakers,
sharpies and crayons,
a printer and a scanner,
the Bible and Koran.
Kaput calculators and computers,
subscriptions and prescriptions,
a host of vitamins
and the ghosts of ancestors.
Time itself
but not nature.
Wealth
and most of culture
but not my health.
That I’ll keep,
and sleep—practice
for perfect rest.
SHENIKA SIMS
i guess i am on a pathway to light
i put on my contentment perfume and just run and jump
i do not know that i am free
i only know that i notice that i am not free
for too long this man has been the death of me
it is now time for me to come alive and let the little boy go
knowing this now, it is allowing me to grow
this pussycat of mine will remain closed for renovations
my yorkie is all the company i need right now
she is my new travelling buddy for she loves me without judgment or ridicule
i begin to become reacquainted with myself
i guess i am on a pathway to light
MARTY KING
i guess i am on a pathway to light
i omit and dissipate the damage the bullies made on the soul of my confidence
there comes a time when you have force the clutches of fear to back off and take back control
it is then that you see things in life anew and enable yourself to humbly grow
for oh too long i have allowed those bullies to beat me down into full submission
i now say NO MORE....I MUST ALLOW ME TO BE ME!
God now fully engraved and forever still in my life, He becomes my tour guide
my life has come full circle with history stickers of different states and realms
however, i am working on myself and my life has not been the same
what i dig most about it all is that I AM NOT THE SAME!
i begin to become reacquainted with myself
i guess i am on a pathway to light
day begins with digital clock buzzing
I rise slowly and turn on the TV
that's my 50" HD
I check the world news first
my HD digital box scans them all
next it is time for breakfast and cafe
so I make some eggs in the microwave
cafe comes digital
and toast comes the same way
now, I am ready to check my cellphone
enough news, so pick up the converter
click, click oh yes some home renovations
later I click on the show master chef
now time to check face book
likes, hearts, and messaging
oh, fun to be connected to the world
time to turn on my Samsung computer
click on zoom for some cardio fighter
big punches and kicking
next zoom zumba dancing
it is time to check out poetrysoup
contest wins, contest, poems of the day
comments received, blogs, mail, and comment
write poems beautiful
click, click, click and posted
I then surf the interconneted web
google is like my very best, best friend
my reference to world dictionaries
image inspirations
amazon books, and stuff
yes each day of my life is digital
"oh, forgot about my digital camera"
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February 11, 2022
Poetry/Verse/connected to possibilities
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1429-463-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Let's Explore Digital Technology
sponsor, Simon Rogerson, Judged 03/20/2022
Honorable Mention
hello tombstone, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i never shed tears but emit celebratory smiles
ahhh, if only tombstones could talk
sometimes words are not there, but memories are,
but when that is not enough....so incomplete.....
hello ashkeeper, kiss my Mother for me
tell her that i never express fear but put on brave faces
ohhh, if only ashes had multiple facets
sometimes lies are minidevils allowed in for false therapy
but when that does not cut it....so unsatisfied....
hello cemetary, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i always value openness but tend to be closed frequently for renovations
aye, if only cemetaries could properly present
sometimes shields and shells are all i have for the comfort and safety of my self
but when that is no longer useful.....then what.....
Seeking out tranquility
Transcendent information that allows the mind to be free
Interdependent adaptation that science ensures you see
Resplendent observations that you find only in your dreams
Ascendant liberations that teach you to believe
Applications of complications that see you need representation
Calculations of culminations that combine to give you resignation
Dedications of postulations which require intellectual renovations
Allocations of moderations that take it to the next level innovation
There is not an easy answer when your constantly in question
Like the silhouette of a dancer who defies physical comprehension
There is too much enhancer at these cosmetic conventions
So he remains a freelancer to protect his good intentions
Annexation of a land that was once a sovereign state
Starvation on their hands as there is too little done too late
Accusations that they demand as the air is filled with hate
Aberrations that can’t stand unless the people demonstrate
Exploration of a new reform that brings about possibility
Designation of the tired and worn who live without probability
Resignation of the concepts that are forlorn that engender nobility
Temptation of the broken and torn just seeking out tranquility
I wanted so badly
to know every darkened piece of coal
beneath your sooted mantle
See for myself how every well lit pane
Became a sunlit stage
Where the glittered dust danced so graceful
How every long hallway corridor
led to every spiral staircase
Alway leading to something more
The home you built, the person that you are
I wanted so badly
to share with you, my soul
the messy, slightly broken home
I rebuilt with stone
And called my own
finding common grounds beneath each other
Our shared days were spent in cherished laughter
Our Nights held sacred as we explored one another
Laying out upon the sheets blueprints that were seldom blue
Describing to each other all of our rooms
From the textures of the floors
And the nails in every board
To the displays on the walls
And all that they saw
We shared the rooms full of light
And the ones we chose to keep locked tight
The messes in the corners we couldnt seem to clean
And future renovations we hoped to soon see
I fell in love with the walk throughs you gave to me
So into your hands I placed my key
I trusted you so I entrusted to you all that was me
In love with the home that you described
I soon danced in its halls inside my mind
Forgetting the key you would never provide
Blending instead your home and mine
Upon common grounds made from truthless soil
We set the table and watched it spoil
The aging of time caused the foundation to shift
life rubbed holes through the walls and the brick
The truth revealed through the facade now thinned
lies built the home I loved and the house where you hid
Once upon a time there was a young girl,
who lived in a huge mansion with many rooms;
And although quite young,
She was about to be married.
On her wedding day she wore her mother's dress,
It was a wondrous gown of ivory lace and beads;
She became bored with all the waiting and waiting,
So, she decided to play a game.
Her favorite game of hide and seek,
And so she went to find a hiding place;
Into rooms she ran giggling like a child,
She wanted a new place to hide,
Not the ones that everyone knew about already.
Family and friends searched and searched for her,
They looked in every room and closet in the house;
The woods and area were searched,
The nearby lake was considered to.
But she had disappeared it seemed and that was it,
Stories were told for years about the mysterious girl;
Some thought she had just ran away in fear of marriage,
There was never an answer to the story.
Years passed and the tale faded in the telling,
And soon all that family was dead and buried;
And the mansion was sold to new owners,
The house need repairs and renovations;
So workers were hired and the work began in earnest.
One day the workers went up into an attic room,
And there they saw a trunk and they thought perhaps;
It held a treasure that they could steal,
They tried to open the trunk but could not.
So the men went to get something to pry it with,
A crowbar was used and finally the lid was opened;
And the men peered inside the trunk and screamed,
For inside was a small curled up skeleton.
The skeleton was wearing a wedding dress,
A wedding dress of ivory lace and beads;
They ran away and never said a word,
And she still lays within that attic trunk.
But the chilling twist is this - now she haunts the house,
Wearing her beautiful wedding gown;
and all she wants - is to play hide and seek.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Ivory Lace and Beads
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-444-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Humpty Dumpty House
A home.
The one he promised you.
That white picket fence,
light flooded rooms.
A swing on a tree in the front yard.
He promised,
I'm sure he did.
He promised,
to fill it with laughter.
It was where you were both supposed to dream.
The gathering place of love,
of family,
of friends.
Sadly,
it was a place of pretend.
For you a dark fairy tale.
Wrapped in a pretty shell,
it’s perfect beautiful lines
Curved away from you.
Then the cracks appeared,
spreading at the speed of his lies.
You so desperately wanted to trust those eyes.
You thought he was different from other guys.
Him presenting his perfect disguise.
No amount of renovations
Could repair the cracks.
The essence of you under attack.
A beautiful dream painted black.
You couldn’t,
you wouldn't
Put it back together again
Your house was no home,
it was a place of pain
Helplessly you watched it crumble.
Forced to walk away from it all.
The cracks too many it had to fall
You had your answers.
You needed to hold your head tall.
You seen a future beyond eggshell walls.
You deserved better,
Your own happily ever after.
The dreams you held matter.
Tears can turn to laughter.
For you
Fairy tales were not enough
You deserved a foundation made of better stuff.
Beyond your broken,
you found your dream.
Thankfully,
wonderfully,
amazingly,
God answered
Both of our prayers.
He gifted us harmony.
I would like to announce my presidential candidacy.
I would appreciate it if you'd vote for me.
If I were president do you know what I'd do?
Pretty much anything that I wanted to.
I'd have a first class seat on air force one
and an awesome pad in Washington.
I'd play golf all day with the heads of state
and if they brought beer, wouldn't that be great?
I can't wait.
Well there are a great many issues important to me
and so here is my campaign policy;
Legislation, occupation, education, organization,
administration, hospitalization, immigration, registration,
arbitration, equalization, integration, representation,
race relations, housing renovations, space stations, unified nations!
I Will Restore Our Once Great America!
Etc, etc, etc, etc.
Well it's the home of the brave and the land of the free,
and that's the funny thing about democracy
because a vote for me is a vote for me.
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Again, I'd have an awesome pad in Washington DC
if you'd find it in your heart to vote for me.
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