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A labyrinthine of emotions sears through my being as I study my proud pastiche in new perspective, a new eye.
An angry eye, a stirred up eye, a nit-picking not-really-me-in-any-way eye.
I unenthusiastically toss some purple and green glitter onto the dragon’s tail that is disappearing around the bottom left hand corner of my creation.
Satisfied? Actually, I rather liked it better before.
Prior knowledge tells me if I start scraping, I will be sorry.
In January when I completed this glorious masterpiece, I was soul-satisfied.
Considered it one of my favorite pieces and I have hundreds.
Done recklessly, with overwhelming confidence.
My eyes scan my art studio, landing on things hither and yon, considering
What I could use to improve this now crude unfinished piece.
What will please another’s eye?
What are they looking for?
More red? Would purple splotches Pollock style do?
What is going to make it sagely sound again?
I glare at the pastiche I used to adore,
The one I was proud of for months and months.
One of my favorite pieces.
Despising myself for
Doubting myself
Because of one
Lone critique of
Someone I have
Never met.
One little review. Bah!
I scrape off the glitter,
We adults tend to lose ours innocence as the years unfold…
which is why the innocence of our children is a beauty we behold.
Children sing before they realize there even is a song.
They dance whenever any kind of music comes along.
They draw upon a canvas before they realize it’s a wall.
They climb as high as they can climb before they understand the fall.
When we see innocence in our children…we are happy to detect it
and we realize it’s up to us to nurture and protect it.
But a question now arises which leads to a scary thought…
What happens to this innocence when our children have been shot?
Let’s stop a moment to remember…to take a closer look
How we did nothing back in 2012 after Sandy Hook.
Oh, we prayed, we mourned, we wept…and we said we’re sorry too
as we told the grieving parents…there’s nothing we can do.
And every day since then our country has paid a tremendous cost
as more children have been murdered…and more innocence has been lost.
Never again will they sing, or dance, or draw upon a wall
Never again will they marvel at the Heavens, or climb up high, or fall.
In 2012 we stopped protecting our children…our daughters and our sons
our love for them now less important than our obsession with a gun.
As the two sides fight with one another to do what is required
All the children of our country are caught in their crossfire.
A child will play with a ray of light before he realizes there’s a sun
A child will attempt to pull a trigger...before he realizes it’s a gun.
But we know what harm a gun can do…and if we want our children to survive
we must do all that’s in our power to ensure they stay alive…
If we continue to allow their innocence to be taken…
in this most heinous kind of theft…
There will come a time,
if we haven’t reached it already
when we have no innocence left.
Power of One
One of the kind,
One in a million,
Can we be the one ?
One eyed, one legged,
One rich, one poor,
Can we be of one mind ?
One hell of a fight,
One day you will be sorry,
Maybe......
The evil one,
The holy one,
First and the last,
One and only,
Devil, Satan or God ?
One regret,
One achievement,
One sided love,
Be one up on,
Does one opinion count ?
Unique
Cardinal
United
Solitary
Is the power of one
His infinite power !!
Each soul merges
in one macrocosm,
Single vast sky
beyond this earth,
Floats serene into
one universe !!
Written Sept 8th, 2015
For contest "one" by rob
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Premiere-1 open contest" by rob carmack
"Oh, sweet kitty, why do you roam?"
"Alas, my little one I have no home."
"Come little kitty, for a bed and a meal."
"Thank you dear child, for the kindness I feel."
"Eat gentle kitty for sleep will soon come."
"But, food without milk, may I have some?"
"Of course my kitty a saucer you'll have."
"Oh young one, my hunger your kindness can't salve."
"I've fed you now kitty, so why bite my hand?"
"I need more from you than you'll ever understand."
"Soft little kitty, you can sleep in my bed."
"On your pillow, I think, is where I'll lay my head."
"Poor little kitty why do you purr?"
"It tickles when you touch my fur."
"Oh! Bad kitty, how sharp are your claws!"
"Sorry, my dearie, but there's no need for gauze."
"The blood, black kitty, continues to flow"
"Don't worry, I'll lick it and soon it will slow."
"Now sleep little kitty it's time to turn in."
"No rest for me, soon the night will begin."
"And what will you do while I sleep next to you?"
"I'LL JUMP ON YOUR HEAD AND BITE IT IN TWO!!"
09/17/16
Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
You Are Me and I Am You
You are braver than me.
There are so many places to see.
I remember the day you were born.
I will always be here for you forever.
You have grown up so fast.
All of our memories will last.
You're always busy and I don’t see you much.
You’ve been through a lot, this makes you tough.
I kept all of your pictures.
I would take you out to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner.
You are me, and I am you.
I will walk you down the aisle one day you know.
You're on the road driving like a crazy person.
I did the same thing when I was young.
You're not little anymore.
Now you are working at On The Border.
I’m sorry about your knee.
Weboth have knee problems, so you're related to me.
You can always talk to me when you need someone.
Weboth like singing our country songs.
Through goodness, your life will shine.
You have brought so much joy in my life.
you bastard
you took something from me that no one else has or could or would
I want it back you creep but you're dead your glowing obituary honoring
the many years of public position as a chiropractor and husband and
father of five what would they all say huh i bet they'd call me a liar and
just a sicko trying to get revenge or publicity or some other absurd
inane rationalization instead of believing their beloved doctor could do
such a thing to another human being by the way this poem has no
punctuation because you don't deserve the time or energy required you
sick sorry son-of-a-***** and the worst thing is I let it go I never confronted
you while I had the chance because I was so ashamed I wonder how many
others you took such liberties with under the guise of your practice THEY
are the reason I should have spoken up but I was a coward such secrets
you have taken to the grave and they are rotting with you decaying and
stinking like holy hell the shame you passed along with the act was your
insurance wasn't it you bastard you counted on it and counted on it rotting
right along with everything else but there's no grave for my memory no
such sad sorry end just IT rotting along in my head and the horrific carrion
stink that fills my senses rotting curses and names and empty vengeful
thoughts I save for you that I'll never get to shove in your twisted face
The Collective Conscience of the World Apologizes to Jamal
Kashoggi, and His Fiancee', Hatice Cengiz
We are very sorry, Mr.Kashoggi,
As also to your never-to-be wife -
Condolences.
We understand how the Casualties of Truth
So often find themselves, like you,
Caught in the crosshairs
Of exigency and cynicism,
Bereft and bewildered,
Adrift and confused;
Betrayed by the mistake
That Truth and Justice
Are closely connected -
A common error,
One that turns some that make it into ghosts -
Like you, Jamal, physically;
And you, Hatice, in Spirit.
Believing as you did that Truth was a prize beyond all price,
Shared for the betterment of all,
You missed the sad fact that Justice,
In this wicked world,
Is subject to price fluctuations;
May be had by the highest bidder.
Those scales are for weighing money.
So when you bid Truth for the Many
Against Justice for the monied Few
The price for the difference was your life.
At least now we know the full Market Price
Of one good journalist's life:
110 Billion dollars
In arms sales.
Wherever your spirit wanders,
Let it not despair;
And let comfort come to Hatice;
It is her due.
The Truth will Out, no matter what -
For it is free of price;
A thousand smiling cynics
A thousand bitter tyrants
Cannot stop it.
In the end they shall drink their own tears.
So Be It.
To you, Jamal, I say,
Bismalla.
To you, Hatice,
Inshalla.
It was silly freaky day when I met you,
I was chatty enough and you’re out of the blue.
You were impressed when I just talked,
You picked me up and got a lucky spot
Sorry to say but I’m your worst,
I’m your evil who’ll give you one big burst.
You wear purple dress in your plump shape,
You’re fond in making gossips and trying it to escape.
You drag our names and defy everyone’s poise,
Haven’t you heard those voices in state of noise?
I don’t know if you are just trying to be blind,
Seeing those people hating you is so much bind.
I so admit that I’m too mucky with my words,
Don’t like you that much because of your fake boards.
Hate me, love me? Well that so fine!
Befriending you is so out of my line.
Dirty cheating liars are so like you,
Seeing you walking is such an outrageous view.
Have you heard about the wicked words “magic wand”?
Nah! It’s ne’er going to work because you’re a filthy one.
Form:
In the morning, putting on pants, its gangling legs
become entangled with mine.
It has thrown pillows on the floor again.
It has made a permanent dent in the recliner seat.
Leafing through notebooks of old poems,
I find more evidence of its hand sabotaging my life.
It stalks me in Target like a thrifty wife,
while my thrifty wife controls it with remote eyes.
It is older than me, fatter and less agile.
It sends ornaments crashing to the floor as I pass.
On rainy Wednesdays it will shrink itself
into a small hump-backed mood.
Tonight I suspect it will drink too much.
Yesterday evening it trod on my spectacles.
It will be sorry tomorrow morning,
but I am done with all of its excuses.
"the wind is blowing and the air is full with my note . . ."
Quote by _ Constance
oh, it has been awhile . . .
since I visited your graves . . . so sorry
but I keep your memory
always
~ a cold, dark stone is engraved with your names
your bones made into dust
yet, I have written you a note . . . ~
as storms shake the ocean of my forever grief. . .
and I am lost in my own words written
on note papers that tremble
and my hair is a flowing golden river in the wind
I will read . . .
~ mom and dad . . . you are great grandparents
to the sweetest angel baby girl
you would love her smile ~
sorry, I was not the perfect daughter you deserved
our road was rocky at times
until I found my place and planted my roots
but no matter you loved me
mom, I planted you a garden in honor as you asked
and treasure your last words in life . . . "I love you daughter"
I will carry them in my "heart" forever . . .
~ my health could be better but I rise above that
weeping- I admit that I feel cheated . . . by your deaths
. . . oh, there is more written, much more . . . but
I let the note go in the wind to drift among the graves
bowing my head in tears . . . ~
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October 27, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/A Note In The Wind-NW
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1497-268-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Note In The Wind
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 11/02/2022
Second Place