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He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room as he would a poem, looking for an Indent that leads to a quiet corner. A half-lit light casts a shadow on the flock wallpaper, (ink stained)! He sits hidden from view, away from plagiaristic eyes. Head in hand scribbling while listening for a new word. A muse sings, emanating an un-heard Beat that guides his rhythm while searching for that elusive vowel. On the floor a scattering of pencil shavings and broken lead... frustration at the loss of an adjective, the Half-Rhyme squeezes like a tourniquet on the brain...
Frustration runs high as Enjambment slips off the stage and gathers in reflective pools. The Lady Pastoral reads an Elegy to the passing of Sir Rondeau Redouble, he lead a very lonely life, ascending and then diminishing becoming less Didactic, the Footle holds a Lantern for the loss, while the Limerick found it quite humorous.
At the bar a Stanza of poets gather, disciples of Villanelle, and regale of their latest triumphs in Womans Quarterly. The Epulaeryu's compare their Diamante while eating their babba ghanoosh. At the pool table the movers and shakers decant opinions on the latest 'form' something to do with A.E.I.O.U...Acrostic looks it up and down looking puzzled, Blank Verse remains silent. They dissect, analyse the entrails, the faint hearted look a little Grook. The atmosphere is tense, Verbs drift like dust in the light, causing confusion, they mop their brows with a tired Senryu, the Haiku has little to say on the matter...
A Quintain of intellectuals quietly sit, the Sicilian sipping slim line Monoku's ( no ice ) hoping for a Couplet before the end of the night. On a stool sits the barfly spilling his Bio over the counter top exposing an Ode-ious life, (Metaphorically speaking). On stage the hottest group in town, Chant Royal and the Syllables...singing their latest Sestina, the notes drift across the room resting on the floor, congealing into a Poet-tree fountain, they feel at home as the last act MC McWhirtle enthrals with his Ballad, the barman Ric Tameter calls time, the evening is a Rap, the club is Epic...
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
They have all kinds of entertainment
That has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Some people say their fugitives which
Keeps them on the out skirts of town
To where their confined
Yet, through their travels they've become
Quite intelligent.
They make honey sweets with no
Preservatives that are just to a dieter
Or diabetic unkind.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
People arrive to have their fortunes told.
They see the signs in front of bright
Colored tents where the palm reader
And the targot card dealer gives them
Some enlightenment
To take them away from their daily grind.
The tamborine shakes and a long haired
Gypsy girl with green eyes will mystify
Any passer by steps in to the circle which
Is the cue for the instruments.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
I guess so. The crowd moves in closer to
See rose colored lips, pearl white teeth,
Provocative hips, that are really defined.
Sway to the beat as waist length black
Hair with just the right amount of curl
Swirls with abandonment.
Her ankle length bright colorful skirt
Shows off tiny dainty bare feet and
Shapely legs as it unfurls unconfined.
See they have all kinds of entertainment.
Watch her spin, the way she tilts her chin
As you take the dance in it gets under
Your skin as a testament
That nothing can compete with the Gypsy
Girl when she has combined
The twirls and whirls to the music in her
World she is definitely in her element.
It has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Her dance is designed
As a convenient
Way for all to hurl coins of any kind
To help support their wonderful life of
Merriment.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find
The gypsy encampment.
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Think of me if tear drops, like pastel pearls, kiss your soft smooth cheek
and the music stops, when the wind no more whistles across the ocean dune
for when the sweetness of your song, your tender lips will no longer speak
I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon.
Think of me, when the fragrant petal adorns your satin wind fingered hair
far beyond the rough waters that life's long illusions have swept through you
to a place where vining arbors grow, Plumeria, Spider Lilly, and flowers rare,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew.
Think of me on summer's day when melting sun warmed our cares away
like the breeze that caressed your glowing skin, here today, gone too soon
leaving only fading memories and dark lonely flashes of yesterday,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn.
Think of me when the verse no longer rhymes and my words lose their meaning
for the muse that once lived inside of me, now, is but a curse of relic rune
which drowns in mumbled eternity, no voice for love nor life's intervening,
as in my mind, yet your sweet smile, whispers the secrets of the one I knew.
Remember me in the cold of winter past, when rain drenched our skin and soul,
clouds of pain like dagger's edge, against each finger my warm hands would be,
with exhaled breath I tried my best but the rain kept falling and took its toll,
before pastel sunsets untimely death, as thoughts weigh kind, please, think of me
...for I'll be thinking of you.
04/18/2019
Kneeling in prayer, I ask God for wisdom today;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway;
And I hear God's silent words falling from the sky.
As graceful angels sing me a sweet lullaby;
Oh God, I am darkness with feet stuck in clay.
Be still child, I will send the gentle gardener is his sigh;
Kneeling in prayer I ask God for wisdom today.
Then, mother comes to me on the wings of a blue jay;
Oh, no more capable messenger was my thankful cry.
For she was truly a gentle soul always blissful and gay;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Mom planted a garden for the bird, bee and butterfly;
her flowers were wild, tangled and often went astray.
I was her assistant till the day we had to say bye;
Yes, God knows my soul for he is my true pathway.
Mom has wisdom boundless and I confide just like yesterday;
She has patience and listens till I feel that I have wings to fly.
Tells me, I have potential and will bloom like a flower in a sun ray;
And I hear God's silent words falling from the sky.
I am at peace in my soul now but I must ask God why, why?
Why is her wild tangled garden at our old house in decay?
Why did my young gentle gardener mother need to die?
Mom, remember how in lush meadows talking, we would lay.
Kneeling in prayer, I ask . . .
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June 13, 2022
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble/The Gentle Gardener
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1464-476-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Rondeau Redouble
sponsor, L Milton Hankins, Judged 07/05/2022
Sixth Place
The first time I saw her playfully dancing in the breeze
to the soft rustling music played by the bright autumn leaves.
Under the dusky rose sky bursting in shades of red flame,
she looked like a quaint portrait came to life from an art frame.
While I gazed at her with my frozen eyes without a shame,
my heart was pounding like an acrobat on a trapeze.
She was in the park where I was playing a football game.
The first time I saw her playfully dancing in the breeze.
A gust of wind blew her red scarf like a flamboyant tease
and she sprang to catch it with soft wheezing voices of claim.
It all happened when she was tip-twirling close to the trees,
to the soft rustling music played by the bright autumn leaves.
As she was running, her scarlet chiffon dress swirled aflame,
reflecting the bright hue on her flushing skin like red cheese.
She was a feisty soul with an elegance of a dame.
Under the dusky rose sky bursting in shades of red flame.
Her scarf flew in a flurry straight to me like autumn leaves
and veiled my face. I thanked the wind gratefully for its aim.
I quickly removed it and she was in front of me ceased.
she looked like a quaint portrait came to life from an art frame.
Her blushing radiance made her look like a ruby gem.
I humbly handed her the scarf and gently asked her name.
Indeed her name was Ruby, she told me and next, I seized
the chance to ask her out. She coyly said yes with an ease.
The very first time I saw her...
Date : 10/23/2016
Note : Entered in the contest (Screwed xv) by Rob Carmack.
*Placed Fifth*
Written for the contest (Unbearable beauty in-) by Frank Herrera.
Though I knew not whether you'd be boy or girl,
I needed to give you a name.
I wanted for it to be a meaning of special
As you are to me the same.
In as the dawn brings light
To the begin'g of each new day,
Coming to me out of your blight
A rebirth, a new life, a new way.
I have had no clue how vastly awesome
Our Father in Heaven's talents truly are.
We travel many valleys that are quite troublesome,
And we forget by how we have come thus far.
From each and every valley, trial, or pit,
Comes a splendid blessing does He make.
Depending upon where we are in it,
As to which choice each of us will take.
Our Father smiles upon us when the choice is good.
But, alas, if we make the one that is bad,
He disciplines and shows us what we should,
For surely it makes Him sad.
He loves us still, in oh so many ways
Though at first we may not see.
And yet He blesses us on our way,
Still turning it out as it was meant to be.
Moments after I had had your life deprived,
The Holy Spirit convicted me of my sin.
Because of your part in my life I got saved,
As I repented and asked Christ to come in.
It was not until I had your sister and brother
That I realized what a blessing you'd have been.
I know in my heart HE has taught you HIS love
For which I am truly grateful.
Couldn't bear to think your thoughts of me were hateful.
Looking forward to Jesus introducing you and I one day
When spending time getting to know each other we may.
... I ask you for your forgiveness
... And thank God for your existence.
Just know, I love you Blessed Dawn,
But for now I must continue to carry on.
LOVER AND FRIEND
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair?
We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend
Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care
When eyes behold not just a friend but even more
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end
The battle rages like wild tempest right inside
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair?
The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart
To rise above the pains from which true love is made
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part
Relationships are precious.
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Your Best Poem #2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
~~~3rd Place~~~
Relationships - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~~~2nd Place~~~
PAUL CALLUS and OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
5:14 pm, April 14, 2014
Music of My Soul
The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.
The sounds of earth…
Earth music arranges magic stanzas in perfusion
Lively scherzos in the keys of mysteries
Then reverberates in paschal hues of dawn to dusk ablution.
To scent the shades of pastel pitch silvery
The music of my soul
Revolving earth resolves discordant tones of atonality
To ever sing new scores out of seclusion
Paeans, chants, in deep river waterfalls drumming reality
In rumbling fault zones that move to nascent conclusion
The sounds of earth….
Earth music hums in timorous rotation diffusion
To resound in the harmony of celestial jubilees
Tuned, tuned into, tremulous tones in suffusion
Like a tuning fork of vibrating seasons energy.
The music of my soul
The earth ever writes solos of meadows carefree
Sunlight’s bright vibratos escape occlusion
In the fragrance of fragrant harp strings harmony
Plucked like wildflowers of whispering flutes inclusion
The sounds of earth…
Earth music performs the music of my soul without delusion
Grace notes, once in the grip of apathy,
Voice the sweetness of cricket canticles without intrusion
In the symphony of my soul’s hymnary.
8-9-22 Form - Rondeau Redouble
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone.com
Contest: Let Your Muse Be Inspired R Forms
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Theme Chosen #4 The Sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul
Once I loved you, through sunlit passions' myopic gaze,
when beauty burned deep in this fervid breast,
and envisioned desire beamed bright past the haze,
within my longing fire, to put my pain to rest.
Tender touch, on vexing brow, your fingers pressed,
as trouble of the day, in my brain, deeply weighs.
Your perpetually cool temper, my emotions now test;
once I loved you, through sunlit passions' myopic gaze.
In blazing dawn, past darkened dusk, together always,
until, at length, in winter's cold her heart's unrest
led her astray; the cost, my soul, what price it pays
when beauty burned deep in this fervid breast.
Once I loved her; past wounded ego she pressed
with subtle entreaty, my feelings set ablaze,
only to be doused in her sea, unredressed,
and envisioned desire beamed bright past the haze.
My feelings were true as life passed crazy days,
but I saw in her eyes her desire she repressed
never knowing the depth of my need that she stays
within my longing fire, to put my pain to rest.
Once I loved you, with true love I professed
before, your stone heart beat slow in malaise
and broke me with screams of this love you detest
on my knees, feel the pain, as your harsh tongue inveighs,
...once I loved you.
03/15/2021
My life was dull with hints of gray,
No longer am I sad and blue.
I’m grateful we met that sweet day,
And I see this big world anew.
Before you, didn’t know love was true,
Our union formed in early May.
Your soft kisses feel like morning dew.
My life was dull with hints of gray.
I’m so happy love had a say,
I cannot believe how time flew.
Darling, you’re my home, I won’t stray.
No longer am I sad and blue.
I don’t bite more than I can chew,
All my fears, doubts are kept at bay.
You saved me, we’re such a good crew,
I’m grateful we met that sweet day
I’m thankful when we sit and pray.
You enlightened my point of view.
Now I have a love for ballet.
And I see this big world anew.
Took me on a trip to the zoo,
And bobsledding on a giant sleigh.
Introduced me to Irish stew,
You taught me how to make a lei.
Thank you, my love.
03/25/2023
Contest: Double The Fun
Sponsor: Joseph May