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Just One More Day
One more day, mother, but not with you so sick;
We would walk your fragrant garden and flowers pick.
Make some jasmine tea and just sit and talk,
Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock.
I would tell you of my day and you would also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.
Oh sweet mother, you are still my anchor and my rock,
One day, it will be me who on that golden gate will knock.
I'll be seeing you, was the music playing that sad day,
And in my heart and soul, that song will always play and stay.
I would tell you stories and we would laugh also,
In life, this deep sorrow and pain, I must sadly swallow.
My grief is deep and forever but full of sweet beauty,
I sat by your bed waiting for your death, with love not duty.
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December 2, 2015
Couplet
Submitted to the contest, Any Couplet You Wish,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Just One More Day,
sponsor, Laura Urbaniak
Second Place
Dappled twilight etches broken shadows
Wandering mountain breeze rustles the leaves
Last flocks of birds wing back to their nests
Evening turns grey with the sun sneaking out of sight
Mind too darkens with fears illusory and real
Emotionally drained and heart broken
Feeling trapped and ensnared in the confines of homes
Life is no longer the way it used to be
An unseen killer- Corona virus is striding nonchalant
Dust of silence settles on cobalt streets
They lie vacant without the thud of hurrying feet
People lock inside, grateful for just being alive
Without a touch, a hug or even a word of farewell
Human bodies are licked by flames in forlorn pyres
Sadly they are deserted as contagious garbage
Unclaimed even by the nearest, demanding quick disposal
Night seems endless, caught in a web of diabolic desolation
All that surrounds is silence and we play a losing game
At what point in time will this maze come to a stop?
When will we come out from whirls of dark to swirls of light?
31 Dec. 2021
Corona virus( Covid. 19) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
On the time scale of the Maker
Just the blinking of an eye
But on his latest Creation
Millennia had passed by.
The ko-ko-ko birds no longer
Did their burnished daily run
Circling the World under
The steady square Sun
For they, like the Tigrons, were
Now almost completely gone.
In the Maker’s absence so many
Sorts of things had moved on.
The Adam and Eve descendants
Had long left their garden behind
With any recognisable trace of it
Almost impossible to find.
The destruction of the trees
Now almost complete
Most of the areas of each stand
Covered with concrete
The light from the sun
Obscured on most days
By industrially produced
Acrid pollution’s haze.
No white clouds delivering
The rain as pre arranged,
The once perfect climate
Almost completely changed.
A species set on destruction,
Another experiment gone wrong,
Too late now because the Maker
Had left it unchecked far too long.
Moved to Creation’s outer limits,
Now left to either survive or fall,
Sadly the Maker decided to
Finally turn its back on it all.
Lessons had been learned
For that time if, and when,
New worlds would be created
And the experiment run again.
"I dream of painting and then I paint my dream."
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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My kitty cat is fluffy grey- an indoor cat,
I never let her outside except on the porch,
but in a dream I am with her in the garden,
among all the painted flowers and foliage.
First, I paint the emerald trees and grass,
and then flowers of blue with yellow centers.
and purple here and there of many kinds,
there were pink ones and orange ones too.
Above the sky is azure blue and the sun shines,
a thousand birds are singing in the trees,
and bees are buzzing and colorful butterflies drift,
the breeze is gentle and whispers in the branches.
And in the center of all this is a happy kitty,
a grey beauty with green eyes exploring,
then, a blue bird is suddenly being watched,
but, no fear my kitty cat is no bird killer.
Oh, I am there too a girl with long long hair,
wandering and picking a rainbow bouquet,
while keeping an eye on my frisky little girl,
is there anything more wonderful to dream.
Well, I am no Van Gogh but I do like to paint,
with words especially kitty cat and my garden,
sadly, kitty will never wander alone outside,
but she can in my dreams that become art.
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November 8, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Painted Words- Kitty In The Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1405-336-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Become a Painting
sponsor, Chanelle Anne Cooke, Judged 11/22/2021
Third Place
I'm finally writing to you a lifetime too late.
I'd hoped to catch you but, sadly, you couldn't wait.
Couldn't wait for me to take a moment out of a busy day,
To let you know I'm thinking of you, and call without delay.
There's a hundred things I wanted to say but nothing came your way,
So I need to write this letter, through tears I brush away.
You were always 'there' for me until the day I knew,
It was time for me to move on and say goodbye to you.
You saw my off on life's adventure when I was young and free.
I know you felt trepidation but nothing frightened me.
I still have that last letter that you wrote to me in French.
I read it often now but my longing it can't quench.
You signed with hugs and kisses and called me your own.
I was serving in the Army then and feeling quite alone.
I need to tell you 'thank you' for being my friend and more.
I feel I lost a mother and my life has closed a door.
If it pleases God, I pray someday to reunite with you.
Until then, I guess these words put to pen will have to do.
Je vous embrasse bien fort.
AS NATURE INTENDED
This is the tale of Edward Brown, a man respected in the town.
A model of sobriety, a pillar of society.
He lived alone and, in hot weather, he’d walk around in the altogether.
With neighbours few and far between, he wasn’t likely to be seen.
And, anyway, to make quite certain, each window had a nice net curtain.
Having had a shower one night, he decided that he wasn’t quite
Ready to get into bed, and so he went downstairs instead.
First he put the kettle on and then prepared a buttered scone.
He put some cocoa in his cup and stirred it as he filled it up.
Just then he heard the front door bell; the knocker loudly knocked as well.
It gave poor Edward quite a fright; who could it be this time of night?
Standing there, completely nude, which in an old man looks quite lewd,
He realised, with a worried frown, that between him and his dressing gown,
There was a well-lit hall to pass and the front door was entirely glass.
He used his two hands to conceal those bits a man should not reveal.
But, as his hands were rather small, they really didn’t hide much at all.
He took a deep breath, made a dash, but, sadly, also made a hash.
And, running through the flood-lit hall, he tripped and had a nasty fall.
Just then he glanced towards the door and was aghast at what he saw.
For, standing there, mouth open wide, a female constable was right outside.
Panicking, he turned and fled, revealing the rear view instead.
The PC (at the wrong address) was singularly unimpressed.
Her modesty was quite offended, so Mr Brown was apprehended.
My Lord, he intended no offence. And that’s the case for the defence.
10th October 2019
Nude - Descending a Staircase Contest
Sponsor - John Lawless
Now having reached three score and ten
it sounds like fun to just look back
over the years that's gone by
it's a wonder all I've had on track
Born two days after Santa's day
adopted at 6 weeks by new mum and dad
I then was found to have a stammer
that was difficult for a mere lad
After school, I worked as an electrician
but I was found to be color blind
so found work in food wholesale
which mostly was an enjoyable find
In my mid-20s love met me straight
Jean being my real love so true
we got wed in '81, life was fab
sadly Jean passed away in '82
After being a widower for 9 years
found a real love in Christine once again
now being married all of 34 years
happy we've been, making a special blend
The greatest thing has been Jesus
meeting God's saviour changed everything
dying in my place on Calvary's tree
Jesus's eternal love makes my heart sing
Now in my retirement years
enjoying a life filled with peace and calm
having got contentment with every word
even to write rhyme like David's Psalms
(I thought having now passed 70 years it would be good to write my thoughts based on my true story in poetic form on how life has been with its ups and downs, hope you enjoy reading this personal piece. )
Armies of men and arrows
Have conquered nations and great lands
Arrows sweeping through the air to make the living, tumble dead
The dead dance no more
A single wounded heart
Has conquered nations and great lands
A bitter heart worth more than one thousand arrows
One wounded heart shall make all hearts beat no more
Pain kills the soul
Bitterness kills the heart
Anger is the greatest weapon
Wounded hearts become great warriors
Dark angels’ congregate and sing
When they see a wounded hearts voyage begin
Its journey leading to battles yet fought
Hatred is the flag of the hardened soul
Ah the invasions will come, sadly tiss true
From the darkness and far beyond
I have only simple words of wisdom to say
Wear the armor of love and compassion
I promise you, evil you shall slay
From darkness shall come the light, one day
Traveling through the back roads
I find I still remember the way
to the old hideouts and pathways
that brought us here to today.
Those old winding tree lined paths
flow so easilg through the woods.
with a herd of deer off to the right
some wild turkeys on the left.
The sky is clouded gray and threatening
and a sudden whisk of cold
mixes with wind and trickled rain
force the lights and wipers on.
The deer continue to graze peacefully undisturbed
looking up only now and tgen
staying a good distance back
avoiding the threat and danger of the car.
These last few deserted roads remain
happily unchanged barely paved
despite the increase and
altering of traffic patterns.
Along the canal
the water rises high
almost obscuring the bridge
as I cross over.
Out of the woods
the last hint of solitude and peace now disappears
lost in the lights of the highway
and a staggering flow of cars and traffic
as the back roads sadly disappear.
I never meant for you to fall
Never wanted you to hurt like me
So I talked you into taking down your wall
To only make you see
Love is a splendor thing, love is meant to be
I wanted to lift you up high
So high you could touch the sky
And didn't want you to come down
Hoped you would spread your wings to fly and not stay earth bound
Now crying in silence is your only sound
And pain in your heart is all that remains
But you will overcome to win another day
You believe you have nothing to gain
And now you're hurting just as me and sadly exactly the same
Damn it why does life play these stupid games
But you can rise above it as long as you try
It's okay to feel broken and it's okay to cry
But don't be down for long
You have to be are you are going to stay strong
Loving him is not wrong
he will see soon enough just where he belongs
You have to make your own mistakes
Chances they are there for the taking
But I wish you didn't have to hurt like me and hope you don't leave your heart forsaken