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No two sisters were born more separate,
I inherited traits of my father;
she was the wild fighting spirit of mom.
Fashion taste and even the food we ate,
and we were different from each brother;
each one.
But, when mom passed we became united,
we helped each other- each daughter and son;
to have a great funeral for mother.
And for us sweet sibling love ignited,
and won !
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November 4, 2020
Poetry/Curtal Sonnet/Family Love
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1300-214-04
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, The Speaker
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 11/21/20
First Place
I recall the scent of wood smoke which clung to my clothes
as foil wrapped potatoes were tossed into the fire,
flames danced and wisps of smoke went up my nose.
Potatoes baked to a crisp as the blaze rose higher
Dad would rake the embers for baked potatoes we’d desire
Colourful fireworks would capture our gaze
as bright rockets soared high into the sky
they'd leave a trail of stars which would amaze.
Catherine wheels spun and we’d watch sparks fly
but when bangers exploded, you'd hear me loudly cry!
One whiff of smoke, takes me back to childhood days
when our neighbourhood bonfires were so much fun
and our lives were so much simpler in so many ways
Health and safety now dictates how events are run
but my wood smoke memories can't be outdone
The scent of baking bread, the scent of clean sheets fresh off the clothes line contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
3/4/18
Once more it is Christmas
I'm sitting alone.
No warm voice to greet me,
No sympathy shown.
The silence is piercing
The air crisp and cold,
Hot tears of deep sadness
I cannot withhold.
The park is deserted
There's not a soul near
For warm homes are sharing
The Christmas time cheer.
Oh, sweet little robin
You too look forlorn.
We'll comfort each other
This cold Christmas morn.
I'll give you some crumbs
Whilst you sing a sweet air.
One gift for another
This Christmas we'll share.
My fleeting companion
Has now flown away.
The bench is my home
On this bleak Christmas day.
12/12/18
'The park bench at Christmas contest' : sponsored by Sara Kendrick -
(picture 4)
If I were an oak and you were the breeze
Would you whisper softly and put me at ease?
Would you cradle me as the seasons pass
Would you make me bend like a blade of grass
Soothe me, sway me, forsake other trees
And love only me if you were the breeze?
If I were the breeze and you were an oak
Would you welcome me into your lace lichen cloak?
Would you dance with me throughout winter and spring
Would you surrender the leaves to which you still cling
As you feel my soft breath upon you evoke
The pleasantest shiver if you were an oak?
*Inspired by Sara Teasdale's "The Rose and the Bee"
Written: May 6th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
1st place contest winner
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Soft silver sky-foam shimmered as I strolled,
seeking a sly, star-stitched secret to behold.
A sprightly breeze sang stories through the trees,
its sibilant sighs designed to soothe and tease.
I met a saffron cat with a mischievous gaze,
She sashayed past with svelte, superior praise.
The sunset spilled its syrup on the well,
a molten gold incandescence cast a spell.
Somewhere a seraphic laugh began to swell,
so sweet, a spell only stars could tell.
The swales grew soft beneath my wandering feet,
each step a sacred syncopated beat.
And in that scarce scene of dusk’s caress,
I felt the world spinning into happiness."
I worked in a bowlin' place settin' pins,
Tryin' not to let a ball break my shins!
In those days of yore, pins were set by hand,
And you had to hustle to beat the band!
I was around fourteen when I was hired,
And was around fourteen when I was fired!
The boss man paid me fifty cents per hour,
'Til one night our relationship went sour!
I advised him where he could stuff the job!
Said he, "Find another line of work, Bob!"
Couldn't face workin' there 'til I retired.
Found work pumpin' gas when I was rehired!
8 November 2014 - Entry for Sara Hendrick's "Jobs" Contest
HERE I SIT AT REST
I WAIT ON THIS PARK BENCH
JUST A SKELETON AWAY
WIND BLOWS TWIT MY BONES
I SIT HERE ALONE...
awaiting for the perfect man
ON THIS PARK BENCH AT Christmas
No one understands
A WOMAN WHO'S ENDOWED
AWAITING HER MAN A GROOM
FOR Holy Matrimony
A MIDST THE FOLIAGE AND BRUSH
FOR YEARS ON END
I SIT HERE MOST OF MY LIFE
LONGING TO BE A WIFE
JUST A SKELETON SITTING HERE
NOTHING BUT BONES
NO ONE SHOWS UP
so I just continue to sit here, on this park bench
Waiting for the perfect man to come
11/24/18
for Contest the Park Bench at Christmas
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
~Contest Winner Medal 1~
Let not it be 'pon a cold cloudy day
But let there be sunrises astonishing
Let the sweet Turtledove be there to play
While the Red Cardinal's sings alluring
In the spring when trees flower my darling
And the frost of winter has feisty flown
Each Quail with his frisky mate love has shown
Please my devoted compassionate ray
Gracious friend who to me is absorbing
Let not the call be in winter's cold gray
Though my time with You is captivating
Let spring's blossoms come alive breathtaking
When your adoring love becomes well know
Call my friend to come to that precious stone
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
Contest: Romanticism In Rime Royal
Author: Sara Kendrick
Date: February 4, 2014
Blue midnight sky is blanketed with twinkling stars
And once in awhile some stardust falls from heaven afar
Some gold stardust fell when God sent me precious you
His magnificent Son who made a glorious debut
Remarkable entrance into this sin cursed earth
A tiny baby, incarnate God, that Mary did birth
Awe inspiring miracle, when Jesus came down
Someday we'll see Him in His full glory wearing His crown
Something called Poulter's Measure
Couplets where the first line in a couplet is 12 syllables
And the second line in a couplet is 14..Like years ago
a person who raised chickens and had hens that
were layers would sell the eggs for cash or barter..
Sometimes they would give 12 eggs or a dozen then
if the hens were laying good they sometimes would
give 14 instead of the dozen..
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Blanket Of Stardust
Written this eleventh day of
January 2013
Penned by: Sara Kendrick
Finis'
Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.