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“A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.” Rumi.
When you cry,
I wish I was those tears,
rolling down your cheeks,
dripping upon your strawberry lips.
I yearn to reflect like rainbow dust,
so you mirror like a confetti mosaic.
But in the duration of distance,
I walk barefoot upon a path of
dead roses, whose thorns are
covered in crimson drops.
In between the phases of pearls
and eternal embers in our sky,
I cannot sleep when you remain awake.
Afraid the moon will steal our dreams.
Time is an impatient muse,
but my adoration is timeless.
If only we could pause
and move in slow motion.
With the humility of Rumi.
My words are a colourless chore,
my mind a moth-eaten blank canvas,
but when you appear before me -
I'm a poetic waterfall of ivory ink.
In periwinkle petal phases
of personification, place my
choral carnation blossoms
in chronological chapters -
inside the personal memoirs
of your porcelain soul.
We are fragile figments,
but our serenade is not a fable,
so I keep writing orphic poems,
portraying your innocence and honesty
through an opulent sonnet,
reflecting your moonlight majesty.
Revealing desires of an enkindled heart.
If prose is too simple,
I'll create you a mausoleum of metaphors,
so when silence suppresses my speech,
my arrows of alliteration
will protect you until your last verse.
Before my last breath,
I may not create a perfect masterpiece.
So I wonder if my words will be worthy
or will you forget me
like the others who wrote before me?
In your analogies of abandonment,
I am a pristine scarf in your suitcase.
When I surrender to time,
will you wrap me around your skin,
until the end?
Written: September 30, 2023
Sponsored by: Silent One Pick a Colour Contest
"There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it. Rumi"
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In the scenic scope of a sparklingly stained sky.
Brushstrokes by a dulcet master, sky-high
An exhibit of azure splendor, a masterpiece.
Exquisite works of nature, why must you cease?
A cyanic cerulean, cavorting and courageous
Paints a tale that is both untold and tenacious.
Azure colors dance with genuine happiness.
All day long, hearts are captured by sappiness.
Wispy wetness, whitening whisper wreath.
With complete pride, wrap the sheath
Clouds of cotton candy wander nearby.
Adding elegance and grace to a sunny sky
A golden orb, the sun, sends a brilliant light.
Exudes a svelte and diaphanous gaze bright.
A radiance of soft light through the universe.
Fluttering formulaic fascination is fluminous.
Flowers fields in fabulous fonts of Forebay
Akin to a painter's palette, they thrive and sway.
Delicate petals, akin to brushstrokes fine,
Creating a tapestry is so divine.
The ocean waves have a turquoise hue.
Crash upon the shore, in shades of dew.
Symphony of mellifluous vibe, a rhythmic song,
As the creator elixir flows swiftly along,
Seagulls whiz by with wings wassail wide.
Their graceful flight was a sight to abide.
They elapse through the canvas with elegant ease.
Adding zest and zeal to an ephemeral breeze
As the day gyres to dusk, the sky transforms.
Brushstrokes of indigo chart various forms.
Mahogany and navy, fete the felicity of the scene.
Choreographing a fugacious, halcyon, and serene
Furtive stars twinkle, akin to gems so bright,
As the divine fulfills the tableau for the night,
Brushstrokes of cobalt in the glamor sky,
A marvelous feat that yields hearts to sigh.
The splendor of nature's marvels can't be denied.
A canvas filled with hues, so bright and defied
The creator is inconspicuous, yet his aura is felt.
It's clearly blatant in the cyan smudges knelt.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi
Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem -
to express unspoken thoughts.
I remember when she said,
"Cue me poetry"
So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.
Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars,
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.
Her essence infused a refreshing presence,
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.
As I wandered through her secret chapters,
my word weaving revealed her book of scars,
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears.
Each vexatious verse purified through
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.
We are like quill and scribe,
vowels complimenting consonants,
completing an impeccable vocabulary -
without her there is no muse.
Anne-Lise Andresen- "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady"
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual"
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas"
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles"
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties"
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian!
Carolyn Devonshire- "Sweet Caroline" (R.I.P. dear Carolyn)
Christina Bowring- "Hugs & Smiles"
Constance la France- "Cats"
Craig Cornish- "Need a dictionary"
Daniel Turner- "Great scrabble player- better poet" (lol)
Darlene De Beaulieu- "Hello Mr. Messina" - (needs to fix avatar-lol)
Deb M- "Debx"
Emile Pinet- "Gifting his books"
Eve Roper- Nursey Rhymes"
Gershon Wolf- "The great philosopher"
Gregory Barden- "The Bard"
Hilo Poet- "Aloha"
I Am Anaya- "Cool"
Ink Empress- "Ink Princess"
Jan Allison- "Best for a laugh"
JCB Brul- "Never won her contests (lol)
John Hamilton- "Lyrics"
John Lawless- "WTFWT"
John Watt- "Word master"
Joseph May- "Love his contests"
Julia Ward- Never won her contests either (lol)
Kim Rodriguez- "Nature"
Lady Labyrinth- "Deep"
Line Gauthier- "Short and sweet"
Maria Williams- "My dear Aussie"
Michael Tor- "My brother from another mother"
Mike Gentile- "Caring"
Milton Hankins- "Missing him"
Mystic Rose Rose- "Flowers, flowers"
Panagiota Romios- "Pangie, the S.F. kid"
Paula Goldsmith- "A lovely read/write"
Quoth The Raven- "The Birds"
Regina McIntosh- "Love, Gina"
Richard Lamoureux- "His lovely wife"
Robert Hinshaw- "The poem I wrote for his wife"
Robert James Liguori- "Marvel"
Sam Kaufman- The finest bus driver poet I ever knew"
Sandra Haight- "My Jersey gal"
Sara Baker- "Bill's lovely wife"
Sara Kendrick- "Thanks for sharing"
Silent One- "Silence" (Rumi)
Sotto Poet- "Admirable"
Susan Ashley- "Warmest wishes"
Suzette Delaney- "The poem I wrote about her avatar eye"
Suzette Richards- "Can't do her contests, too hard (lol)
Tania Kitchin- "Haiku's"
Tom Cunningham- "Great story teller"
Tom Watt- "Another word master"
Tom Woody- "Reminds me of Milton- for some reason"
Unseeking Seeker- "The Seeker"
Valsa George- "Blessings"
Victor Buhagiar- "Missing his wife"
Vijay Pandit- "Imagery and Imagination"
Winged Warrior- "The great alliteration'er"- (R.I.P. John)
Written: September 11, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams, you have no end" By Rumi
I woke up in a sparkling tide,
Where shades bloom and beliefs collide.
A pain left me sad at one time,
But they bawled in their glee, sublime.
Stars were interwoven with doubt,
Blinking: flip a trick inside out.
I chased a door that had no key,
It vanished when it looked at me.
A child I was, anile and wise,
My hands held smoke, my breath told lies.
I kissed the moon, it turned to sand,
Then slipped as silk from out my hand.
A clock unwound its silent scream,
Time is integrated with dream.
I saw my face in someone's eyes—
Stranger's grief, a lover's guise.
Sky was ink, the sea was glass,
I walked through fire — let me pass.
Steps I took, the last one was gone,
I ran, both firm and slow — was drawn.
A plume dropped — it fluttered away,
It told me things I couldn't say.
I pleaded night to let me wake,
But the daybreak itself was fake.
You were love specter in my dreams.
Some praise the work of Rumi
They declare him the poetry king
But his deep philosophical lines really are not my thing
William Shakespeare the Bard of Avon
I find that his work is so boring
And his use of archaic language has THIS poet snoring
Others rate the work of Edgar Allen Poe
Who is famous for writing the Raven
I find his work depressing, it’s great humour that I’m cravin
So when I pop onto Poetry soup
For a minute or perhaps an hour
And need some witty poetry… I head over to read Ilene Bauer
A SOMEWHAT TONGUE IN CHEEK LOOK AT POETRY ... EXCEPT THE FINAL STANZA WHICH IS TRUE AS I HAVE LOVED ILENE'S WORK EVER SINCE I JOINED SOUP
10/18/20
"From deep within my heart I always catch
the scent of my Beloved. How can I help but follow that fragrance?"
Quote By _ Rumi
The day I found love I do not regret _
It was in the Spring when the flowers bloom
And then, like a sweet dream you were my groom
It was our life destiny that we met:
Those romantic days I will not forget,
Oh, I can still smell your scent in our room
And yes, we were planning a baby boom
Still recall us walking- as the sunset.
Now, in my dreams I call for you in vain,
God had a plan my love so up you flew:
My heart is shattered and I am in pain,
but still feel you in the night and morn' dew,
Though dark death has taken you up above,
You will forever be my one true love.
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July 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Dante Sonnet/Oh, My Beloved
Copyright Protected, iD 07-1474-500-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Body of poem is 124 words verified on PS Word Counter
Rhyming verified on Rhymezone.com abbaabba cdcdee
Syllables 10 per line, verified on HowManySyllables.com
Written in the Rhyming Sonnet style of Dante Gabriele Rossette
Written for the Premiere contest, Rhyme Rumi Quote
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 08/12/2022
First Place
Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi
Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and torment,
descending like surreal sinking sunsets shaded in scarlet,
yearning for a dawn where we can blend like sunrise.
I have no desire to write
in your journal of sorrows,
but you cut my veins to bleed.
What is pain without pleasure,
or a poet without his poetess?
Oh mistress of the night,
I'll forever wait for you to adorn my garden,
to finally inhale the fragrance of my roses.
I'm the oil lamp in all your blackness.
Sometimes I may flicker like a candle,
but I will always reignite to create a spark.
Change the eternal chambers of my heart.
The day you stop reading my musings,
my pen will forever slumber.
Oh daughter of darkness,
let me salvage moonlight then place it into your eyes.
Guide my quill to engrave upon your shores.
Together we will sail away from Satan's spawn.
I'll shield you from twilight's beasts,
protect you from demons with crimson claws,
emancipate your wings to fly from an illusionary island.
Because,
you love the moon,
but it's the stars you gaze at,
hoping their stardust will illuminate your heart,
before they fade into nothingness.
Oh my seclusive sweetheart,
I will strum strings of serenity,
so you release tears of tranquillity.
I may not be the most handsome blossom,
nor the most popular prolific poet,
but I gift you my art and alliteration.
Some may say I'm romantic,
but I am no judge of what is exotic or poetic.
We can't put all our faith in petals and poetry.
I'm no emperor who deserves an enchanting empress -
merely a broken butterfly in your precious palms.
Life is an absent bride,
so I'm not afraid to bleed to death,
in the hope of soothing tomorrows.
When I look into your eyes,
I become lost
Withholding words
That are so close to my lips
Words I know I want to say
I cannot
Afraid of what you'll say
So much I desire to let flow
With sorrow silently I’ve told them
A thousand times in my heart
Words you need to hear
Of feelings locked up
Deep in my heart
Arguments I try so hard to avoid
Afraid you might close the door
Like birds lock up in their cage
I need to let them have wings and fly free,
But kept covered
For no one to hear or discern
I need to keep them away,
Locked up safe in my heart
For fear of losing you
5/4/2015
Contest: Contemplation visual 2
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
https://spiritualgal.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/img_9903.png?w=293
AFTER LIFE
Her scent! Her scent! The best of life!
I watch her move - the smile, the curves.
Sixty-one years she’d been my wife.
The light projects - my mind observes.
Perfume, present, in our sweet home.
Doesn’t rise, though coaxed, from purple urn.
T’her closet clings, like honeycomb,
The pleasant scent of clothes well worn.
If I could, but, follow the trail
And find her form in great beyond,
Upon her shoulder, lay, inhale,
My darling, court, renew our bond.
Her scent! Her scent! The best of life!
Her pulse, unique, as is my grief.
Sixty-one years she’d been my wife.
And when you’ve loved as I…so brief.
7/13/2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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8 syllables per line
109 words