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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" - Quote by - Constance La France
With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart,
pulsated the charming tinsels of the mesmeric night,
gleamed my love for you with the enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the silver moon.
I felt in a trance the sweet touch so tempting
of your captivating charisma intangible,
but you drifted away from my engrossed perception
like the autumn cloud wafting in the twilight sky.
In the barren valley of flowers my cataract heart,
cascaded as the stream of melted glacial mind
beyond the turquoise course of lingering longing,
on the desolate plateau I wandered going nowhere.
From the ebony edge of the gloomy night
storm clouds surged with blades of shearing pain,
lacerated the lilting facade of the sky I call my heart,
where the shards of dream floated in tears of grief.
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May 16, 2023
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Sponsored by : Constance La France
There's a ring around the moon tonight,
A silver halo rimmed with gold.
No stars bejewel the evening sky,
As we walk streets damp and cold.
The air's a little warmer now,
The snow's begun to melt;
But even so through coat and scarf,
The winter's touch is felt.
As we walk I watch the moon,
Take note of different phases.
It speaks of changes coming soon,
As it's silver light embraces,
The quiet streets now empty,
Of the hustle of the day.
It's peaceful now and all is still,
For most in slumber lay.
I so look forward to the time,
When all is peaceful, still.
When the air is clean and fresh and sweet,
It seems the night is filled,
With a special presence most don't feel,
For their minds are pushed, too filled;
But my soul hears His gentle voice.
He tells me, "Peace, be still."
One voice was a woman’s
One was a man’s
One was deep dark of genderless land
They picked me apart
Like psychological vultures
Tearing at my heart
Using my bones as foundation for sculpture
The things they’d scuff and say
Were critical and painted my brain black
Coating my thought was afraid
Could never claw my way back
Back to the land of vanity and sanity
For surely these voices are not in humanity
They seem like a panel of consciousness
Like a trilogy of reigning gods so hopeless
If I ate they glared at me
From a deep dark sea
With eyes that seem to have teeth
Red ripping at my peace
The voices were real in my head
Shrill and devoid of hope so dead
That only thing I could beg
Was let me sleep in peace instead
Then there was healing medication
That sent them one by one on vacation
It was as if the Lord Jesus Christ
Stepped in a dark room turns on light
The voices like gray phantoms flee
Did I have hope for this feeling
For I was so sad and literally mad you know
But deep down there in my somber soul
God mined me creating silver and gold
No longer a mute shell of ill repute
Despite being smite afflicted and spooked
I became a new creature a candle
A light the voices couldn’t handle
But first God had to break me
I felt lost like God did hate me
But was love now that I know
That refined and mined my soul.
Softly, starlight slippers through silver leaves,
salving slender branches where willows keep their weeping vigil.
A sighing wind weaves grief’s misty purple veils,
hesitantly floating before sweeping down;
valley tears, fern quivering, blend with those heavy clouds weep.
Moss in variegated green feathers, paves paths primitive,
moonlight lends gray gloved hand to guide faltering feet,
trembling on cliff-sharp edge of blackest night,
stumbling forward, tracking an unmapped grief labyrinth.
Heart of mine, spent by the merciless beat,
lean hard upon hoarded memories, bittersweet.
Life, after such sharp parting, shields her flame,
tended as a mother tends her sleeping dear,
softly repeating through the night one poignant name
that only she who bore the pain can hear
in accents of the heart so sweetly clear,
echoing faint chords from the heavenly sphere.
Perhaps time dulls the sadness, keen,
or drives it deeper to a place unseen.
Copyright, July 1, 2026
In life great riches had I, and
all that money could possibly buy
Before me lay great wealth and
Prosperity, but a lowly pauper was I
Acquiring great riches consumed me, but for
all those riches did afford only heartache and
sorrow for inside I was among men most poor
Destitute I was for I owned nothing that was lasting
For worldly treasures of silver and gold I gladly sold my soul
To great the price too great the loss!
I never knew worldly pleasures would exact such a high cost
For this great wisdom I now possess I must sadly confess
Gold and silver can help you on no further than the grave
where you lie, for you are a pauper when you die.
Written: November 27, 2023
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Listen carefully, son, and avoid despair.
When you require me, I'm just there.
And trust me if you've secrets to share.
Allow your heart to rejoice and dare.
No matter what, I will hold your hand.
Believe my behest, by your side will stand.
Find solace, and don't stop to expand.
I am your light, ergo walk in my land.
Trust God with all your worldly concern
Obscure concepts are useless to learn
Love is a gift you earn and must return.
Even if you obtain one full of wilting fern
Coming to you, I shall establish my abode.
Making heed of all the utterances I've told.
The bounty I exhibit I will never withhold.
They're beyond valuable than silver or gold.
Lean on, believe in, and heed my word.
None will bar me from breaking wall's world.
Into the appropriate route, you are hurled.
While heartbeats or fire smoke is curled,
- Nature's treasures -
are worth more than money and gold in your pocket -
quote by poet
A light breeze, soft as a little cat's paw
In the moonlight on the beach, quiet and calm
a bluish light with hints of silver on the horizon
The stars above, I’m lost in the beauty
Waves touch the feet, erase the footprints
A secluded gem, a sight to explore
Of the thousands, wonderful treasures
A secret paradise, so unique and peaceful
Safely hidden between grain of sand
Quartz stones that glitter in the moonlight
Love to turn them over and over in my hands
Provides a soothing and softening effect upon touch
I
F
only I
could imagine
the tinkling of the
sweet church bells in
that dear little country we
called our home. With lovely
sun drenched hills amid, yellow
fields of daffodils. As bells chime
a glorious tune for Christmas day.
Soon to be by the magic light of the
silver Moon, St Nicholas will be here.
Gold Bells on his sleigh and here with
Eight Reindeer spreading gifts of joy to
children in many lands across the world.
As all come to church on that great day by
God’s Almighty Grace we receive His blessing.
As He makes the bell toll for us as He rings it with
His
Love
!
Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch
Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?
Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows!
Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming
a pearl of enchantment cast before sows?
Fairest Diana, as fragile as lilac,
as willful as rainfall, as true as the rose;
how did a stanza of silver-bright verse
come to be bound in a book of dull prose?
Published by Tucumcari Literary Journal and Night Roses
Lady Diana Spencer, the Princess of Wales, was an angel of compassion who brought beauty and grace to the English royal family. Her marriage to Prince Charles was one of the most-viewed marriages of all time. But with her support of numerous charities she was an inspiration to many, and more than just an international celebrity. Keywords/Tags: Princess, England, England's Rose, English, royalty, royal, royals, noble, nobility, beauty, beautiful, grace, elegance, class, inspiration, crown, sonnet, sonnets, woman, women, angel of compassion, epitaph
The night is deep, the stars are still
The waters too had fallen asleep
Beneath this dark and moonless sky
Nestle down and hear my lullaby
Now hush, your fears let me allay
And let your rousing fade away
Depart, depart, to the depths of dreams
And voyage through the velvet streams
Where silver rains and crystals bloom
Where golden dawn dispels all gloom
Where shining rivers shall ever flow
Where grand aspirations shall ever grow
So hush, and drift to a time of rest
And may your slumber be sweetly blessed
Depart, depart, the depths of dreams
And voyage through the velvet streams