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Into the morning light I rise,
a reluctant soldier clad in skin,
hair a tangle map of sleepless nights,
the ghost of yesterday weighs within.
Eyebrows, half-plucked reminders
of a time when self-care felt like a dance,
now a chore - a forgotten ritual,
each brushstroke of make-up, a heavy sigh.
I force a smile, an actress in my own play,
lucky if the sun finds me awake for eight.
My socks don't match,
like the thoughts in my head,
a quiet rebellion against order that I long for.
Jeans collecting dust,
just like dreams left behind,
once a fabric of colour,
now a relic of effort spent,
as I make my way through the chaos of my mind,
a patchwork quilt of what was and what is in time.
Still, amidst the mess,
a flicker comes out;
resilience stitched at every frayed edge about.
I learn to breathe,
to give pride to the fight,
finding strength in the cracks,
embracing the light.
I came with hands unclenched and heart awake,
To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake.
I walked among the young with humble aim,
Yet found the fire I brought met not the same.
The gate was open, but the welcome thin,
The smiles spoke less than what stirred within.
Cold winds blew from those I stood beside,
While silence grew where trust should have replied.
A voice once steady, eager to be heard,
Was hushed before it could speak a word.
When conflict came, no room was made
For truth to rise, or wrongs to be weighed.
And though I planned with care and grace,
My work was brushed aside—no face
To meet me in the sacred space
Where teachers grow through mutual grace.
No tools in hand, yet still I gave
Each spark I had, each hour I saved.
Not for praise, but for the child
Whose mind could bloom though skies were wild.
Yet in this path, my spirit sees
The weight of walking without peace.
No anger now—just light and rain,
The lessons etched through silent pain.
Let this goodbye be soft and clean,
No bitter roots, no twisted scene.
The kindness shown by hearts sincere
Will stay with me, and persevere.
So here I part, with humble grace,
No blame to cast, no final case.
Only a prayer—that all may grow
In kinder soil than I did know.
This walk
is my only escape.
My feet—
the concrete—
a closeness so sweet.
Soon the bell will ring,
and the ridicule will begin.
But for now—
the concrete and me,
the rhythm,
my thoughts.
A sweet escape,
wrapped up in a steady pace.
Where will I hide today,
my grey friend,
when away from your steady strength?
The library?
The canteen?
The willow tree?
Oh, pavement,
I ponder and long—
let me melt into you.
Another day
will surely break me.
But if I somehow
make it back to you
as the leaves fall in the afternoon,
it will be you and me once again—
and a steady beat
of heart and feet.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 8/13/2025 9:42:00 AM
( 7th Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
I run the miles deep within,
a subdued race, an unspoken intent,
devoid of spectators-- no finish line,
just breath and heart, both entwined.
The shades lengthen along my path
but still a soft dawn finds its way turning into gray.
Stage by stage a tale, flaw, and goal,
rushing, steady flow.
The road stretches far, but I endure—
a counterfeit concealed, strong and pure.
through storms that howl, nights that weep,
I keep the pace, I am awake.
With each mile that challenges my thoughts,
I find a surprising wellspring of strength.
not in the roar or triumphant--
but in the stillness, I transformed!
A marathoner not of feet,
but of the unflinching heartbeat,
so when the world drifts apart,
I run the internal reach.
The economics student
was gaily rooting around
absorbing nutrients
like compassion
investing in deep learning
positively resonant roots
and negatively dissociative
branching values
and toxic disvalues
When s/he had a bold
green epiphany
These cooperatively positive values
were
are
will also inspire
"Nutritional health
co-arises green economic wealth."
An ecofeminist textbook
not yet streaming
polyculturally accessible
thus continuing
a chronic NorthWest Hemisphere dominant
monocultural
monotheistic
cultural mystery
Why two negatives
trust equality
of positive
polypathic energy
regenerating nurturing integrity
of synergetically fused co-passion
This economic empowering
and enlightening principle
applied throughout any polynomial
YangTime 1
equals polymathic Yintegral Whole 0 Space
Spreading Open EcoOrganic Green Systems
empowering squared-fractal
dialectical binomial spiraling
LeftBrain dominant integrity
1-positive
equals RightBrain bicameral NonZero-FullSum
0-not(not) dipolar co-arising balance
also not-not
Dominant Capital Yang
monoculturally overpowering
Recessive but Positive
Yintegral Nutrient Flow
1 Whole EarthSystem
naturally over under-spirited
0 full encircling systems
co-binary valued
as Positive Universal-Yang/Unitarian-Yintegral Balance
Green EcoFeminist economics
also health/wealth cooperative politics
Positively eco-politically regenerative
LeftBrain healthy space
dipolar co-arising
not(not) degenerating RightBrain wisdom
Indigenous wisdom time
revolving toward integrity's green Earth
economic potential
for investing
in natural love song infesting
enjoying this spiritual co-passion
dance reunion
Restoring
healthy
happy wealthy
ecofeminist enlightened
masculine empowering poli-statistics
Peaceful green cooperative
global revolution
resonating revoiving values
of indigenous LeftBrain winning
ego-nature
is also winning
for RightBrain feelings
about EcoFeminist Earth
Economic spirit
of nutritional systems
NonZero WholeSum designed
To harbor
and co-passion,
conserve
and co-liberate,
universal health integrity
of green uniting wealth.
Imagine!!
Spending each day of your very limited life.
Communicating only at one poetry site?
They only respond to those who read them?
How selfish~ radioactive poets, ahem!
They’d drop atom bombs on people’s delicate souls.
People you believed that cared, have turned to coal!
Theirs acts are so specious, so some poets absolutely will fold.
They were foolish to believe, that you had a heart of gold.
We never know what situation in life another poet faces.
Gods of letters, we, drop them from our good graces?
Those who shared their hearts with you…
Mistakenly, you thought, were a friend that was true?
Life is chock full of painful, great lessons to learn.
They won’t kill you…enjoy the warm heartburn!!
Ignorant punches will never, ever get you down.
They give you strength and dignity to carry on.
So pen…but never necessarily to please.
Godspeed! Now rise, get off your knees!
Great poets pen of things that matter to them!
Of hope and fantasy, and each night, whisper, Amen!
"be happy in a moment and live in a breath,
be STILL- and see with your mind. "
Quote by _Constance
____________________________
when I first started mindfulness- living in the present moment
it felt unusual and unnatural
my mind wanted to escape
I had no anchor holding me
but, in time I could hold the moment and feel it with my mind
the wind on my skin caressing me in waves
how blue the sky is, the shape of the clouds
the sounds the birds make
I found the texture of the moment and the shape of it
when I spoke to people I listened
I did not think about my response
I felt their emotion and words
my life became about less take and more give and more heart
I learned how to quiet the dragons within me
how to have a panoramic awareness
and like a tree my roots grew deep
I connected with the natural world, I found my compassion
my kindness, my goodness, my resilience
and how to STOP- take a breath, observe, proceed
I found my mindfulness
_________________
June 8, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/live in a breath
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1362-085-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Mindfulness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 06/13/2021
Third Place
I must say I am the happiest girl on the earth
because I have a guy loving me for what I’m worth.
Through my best girlfriend, he made his presence known to me.
Now I have him for my own. Soon, we will both marry.
Now it is December, and Christmas Day will arrive.
This man I know and love makes me feel glad I’m alive!
Somehow, all those lights seem to shine with greater brilliance.
He made me come back from my troubles with resilience.
He’s just like that star at the top of my Christmas tree.
Never in my life have I ever been so happy!
This holiday would bring me a much greater surprise.
Here's Regina’s engagement ring about two-carat size.
This indicates Joe and Regina will soon marry.
She displays it proudly for both Mike and I to see.
With an embrace, I convey my congratulations.
Mike and my mother display genuine elations.
“Joe and I set the date for August,” Regina said.
“That is only three months after you and Mike are wed.
Mike, your cousin Joe is someone I truly adore.
He is the man I’m wanting with me for ever more!”
This Christmas, everything seems so much sweeter to me.
However, I can’t wait for May when I will marry!
Close up in the depth of my soul, I wonder why,
Loneliness grips me, leaving me to cry,
Partners came and partners went,
Leaving me in an empty nest, feeling spent.
Loneliness suffocates, a heavy weight,
Leaving me longing for a soul mate,
Microscope on this lingering pain, there lies a cure,
A path to healing, to love, and to endure,
Close up on pain, embrace solitude, a chance to grow,
Discover yourself, let your inner light show,
Microscope on solace in passions and dreams,
Build a life that’s vibrant, bursting at the seams.
Close up on challenges, a mountain to climb,
Microscope on resilience, enduring through time.
Examine the tears, each one a pearl,
Close up on strength, in the face of the whirl.
If poverty were human,
What would they be like?
Would he be stout and tall,
Unyielding in his ruthlessness?
Or a frail young woman,
Weary in her helplessness?
Would he stink of broken hopes,
And those of starved deaths?
Or would she smell of a long day,
And hard-earned pennies?
Would he have calloused fingers,
From years of crawling the dirt?
Or would she have frayed long lines,
Engraving her palm and destiny with silent endurance?
How would he look like when he smiled?
Sinister in his biased cruelty?
Or compassionate and patient,
In the face of unwarranted sufferings?
Lastly, how would the eyes be?
The windows to the soul, they say.
Would they be hard and grey,
With sadistic pleasure for the fallen?
Or would they be hopeful for what's to come,
And grateful for the little that they have?