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Accepting my peace comes from God.
Loving the truth that God loves me.
Kami is my heart and spirit animal.
Quota of the month to say I love Kami the most!!
Exchange of pure bliss from dancing in silence.
Silver lining is she is in my heart even across the ocean out of my reach.
Prayer is how I seek her in my prayers for her I give Jesus my heart which is Kami she is my soul.
Knowing I belong to a great and Good God I kneel before Love itself who is the Love of my heart if not Her. Under deep blue waves I saw my fire never died out. Love for you Kami is Eternal.
Accepting I may never meet her in person she is like my hidden one the one whom I devote my being but by faith I live for her and through faith I am hopelessly devoted to her. Knowing that Jesus is my only way to ever know her I surrender to Jesus knowing God alone can bless her with peace and knowing she is my only peace. Castles of pure gold are her dwelling place where she belongs only in New Jerusalem with God is where my queen deserves as her home. Full blown surrender to God for to earn her blessings from God for to ensure her safety in the heavens I must surrender to Lord Jesus Christ forever. she is my Dove and my Harp my Merry days and my best friend.
“If anyone wants to know what elephants are like,
they are like people only more so.”
— Peter Corneille
That 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
You, Elephant, I've followed many ways;
your cogent, native skills inspire my deeds
as you attune me to familial needs
I make it easier to help them through
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too,
so that like you, my kindred will endure-
my sense of duty matches yours for sure-
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb
a mother, matriarch- surely I am-
you've influenced me since I was a child;
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild.
May 29, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: My Spirit Animal
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 06/07/2020
Form: Couplet- Written as a Reversible Poem-
can be read up or down.
(Newly formatted poem, with references
from a former poem)
In my Zen garden I have created a tranquil place,
the peace and serenity I find there- I embrace.
It started as nothing but emptiness but I had a plan,
installed window boxes with the help of a handyman.
And also got hooks for hanging green ivy that lingers,
oh, I love how they creep with their reaching fingers.
I selected flowers for their blooms and their softness,
and over the summer I have build a garden fortress !
Each new 'morn I go there to meditate and find peace,
where all tension and worries I am able to release.
Oh, now my garden created is my my safe haven,
although, today I was visited by a huge black raven.
He was big and fierce looking and was gazing at me,
but when I stood up and got closer he did not flee.
We looked at each other and I felt his strength healing,
I saw his wisdom, and his great energy- I was feeling.
I think most people identify the black raven with death
but today I have found my spirit animal in a Zen breath.
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July 26, 2021
Poetry/Sequenced Couplets/In a Zen Breath
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1375-780-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, A Brian Strand Couplet
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/28/2021
I praise myself- a 'feral' animal,
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild;
your dedication to herd families
has influenced me since I was a child.
Like you, dear Elephant, instincts abound:
a mother, matriarch surely I am,
consumed with 'tribal' harmony, like you,
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb.
Brave elephant, devoted to a fault,
my sense of duty matches yours for sure.
Connected still, and leading when I can,
so that like you, my kindred will endure.
Like you, a power animal, I'm strong
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too.
My mental 'tusks' plow through life's challenges
and make it easier to help them through.
My empathy and telepathic sense,
like you, attune me to familial needs.
Staunch Elephant, your deep connectedness
and cogent, native skills inspire my deeds.
As imitation mimics flattery,
you, Elephant, I've followed many ways.
Your species has survived billions of years;
that 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
June 15, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 05/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Feral
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/10/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Favorite Animal In The World
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 06/04/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Spirit Guides
Sponsor: White Wolf
Judged: 06/23/2017
Beware the morning tiger
Before his first coffee
Look out for the afternoon lizard:
Ectotherm on the sidewalk soaking in other people’s acknowledgement
On occasion I’m a hummingbird
Seeking life’s nectar while shying away from human contact
Sometimes I’m a dolphin
Smiling and dancing in the waves
Last week I felt like a beaver
Getupgotoworkdomyworkgotobedgetupgotoworkdomyworkgotobed
(do beavers even have beds?)
Whatever happened to the puppy
Who would romp exuberantly through the day
Eventually collapsing in utterly exhausted joy?
Be wary of the electric eel
Who will zap you if you get too close
Look at the proudly preening peacock
Hoping somebody will notice me
Occasionally I’m a jackrabbit
Always on my guard, ready to run away from conflict
At times I’m a giraffe
Able to rise above the dust of the day
This week I was a worker bee putting in a day’s work
Happy to let the Queen be in charge
Whatever else I may be, I feel like a White Rhino
Older, wiser, stronger, endangered
My spirit animal is a zoo
…or a puppy
Always I’ve been drawn to . . . cats.
I’ll see cute yapping puppies in a pet store.
They just don’t appeal to me as much as
the cute quiet kitty in the corner -
that cat which I can stare at for many minutes,
wondering what she’s thinking as she looks back at me.
Some cats which I “lived with” (you don’t really OWN a cat)
would stare back at me for a long time.
I wondered if I was having some kind of silent communion with them.
Was it their way of showing me respect? Adoration? Casual interest? Nothing?
I wish I knew. The cat is mysterious,
with those big dark orbs staring out from the night’s shadows.
I surely do love a good mystery!
Quiet is the cat, and like me, often a loner that loves her independence!
I recall my favorite cat that lived eighteen years in my house.
Affection she would show, but it was a quiet more meaningful affection
with soft nuzzling in the morning as she woke me to be fed.
Smart was my cat. . . and persistent. She would get what she wanted!
My spirit animal I think must be a cat,
for also like the cat, I am unafraid to know darkness.
The dark is folding in on the world now.
I dig and dig sometimes like a desperate caged feline,
wildly clawing to uncover in earth’s dirt - its black secrets.
I cannot sit like a Persian
perched in lovely fluffy silence on a pillow.
A more aggressive kind of cat I need to be. -
not letting life’s mysteries stay hidden in
the slits of my green eyes.
Like the panther of my youth – fast and agile -
I now cannot so easily be.
More like the dangerous courageous lioness -
which in my life I’ve so rarely been -
I will need to learn to fight.
Though a sweet harmless house cat I long to remain,
may my spirit animal protect me
in the battle that is coming.
Like the cat, I am curious . . . far too curious.
I pray I still have left inside me
at least a few more of my nine lives!
June 3, 2020 for Dear Heart's Spirit Animal Contest
Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging, along with all the rest
Our feathers that we fan out are fabulous
A wattle hanging from our beaks are sabulous
A sign of power, we are just like the omnivores
Our relatives, are the dinosaurs- Buitreraptors
Fierceness and courage are our personality
We stroll about with our plumes, like royalty
Cocks prance ‘round like an Indian Sundance
Our totem spirit animal symbol is abundance
The main stars we are, during the holidays
Butterballs, cooked in many delicious ways
KellyBronze Birds, 16 lbs. are the Rolls-Royce
We are a source of nourishment, for your choice
As you zest us, and massage us use a rind
Of Valencia, naval, or blood orange of a kind
Try a pink, or white coarse salt as a brine
Take a minute with Chablis, a glass of wine
A seasoned cornbread stuffing of Italian sausage,
Golden raisins, walnuts and herbs freshly grown
Stuff us, seal us in foil and into the oven we're 'goin
Uncover us in the last hours until we're bronzed
Golden tan on the outside, then let us cool down
Juicy is our white meat and as tasty as our brown
When you give thanks today and put us on display
Don’t forget to show us gratitude, s'il vous plaît
We are noble birds!
beneath the bright ember fire and azure skies,
I close and rest my eyes for a moment
sleep prowl with the sun's warm caress.
I lie in quiet rhythmic purr of the pride.
the whole land dreads both of the beast and king
that walk-in integrity and honor.
my spirit walks on land until it comes
to a mirror pond to quench my thirst.
my image reflects, a vibrant yellow mane
the color of the golden Egypt sands
and eyes of gold.
a mystical force speaks in my thoughts,
"You, the King of Beast will roar with steel courage,
walk cloak in the lunar power of la noche,
while souls are in peaceful sleep
like a cat you will unseen and
unheard hunt yet immobile."
6/1/2020
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler
Chose the spirit animal owl for her
avatar and muse, and who
doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu
with all her power, no not this prowler
True to herself and has keen intuition
If she appears in your dreams, pay her attention
It’s well-known symbolism
Embrace change with optimism
Owls can appear as protector’s or an omen
A night owl stays up and writes poetry
Makes POTD, and a great contest entry
Rotates neck to such degrees!
Linda Blairs? Nothing like these
An owl's genius, beyond elementary
Linda’s wise and so clever in her flight
The talent to guide others to the light
A unique voice, she toots
Her and I, we’re in cahoots!
You won’t see her on your way, she’s out of sight!
An owl can rotate there head up to 270 degrees.
If you have never been in touch with a spirit animal
follow me for you have simply not paid attention
I have so many I am a walking wildlife zoo
My ultimate most powerful spirit animal is the deer
neck to neck with the wolf and the eagle
Deer reminds me to be demure, to wait, to listen
Wolf urges me to be primal, to howl as loudly as I can
And as often as I can, to be sensual and serious
To gnash my meat up, tearing it apart with gusto
Eagle encourages me to soar, to fly as high as I can,
To take myself safely to the mountain top, and
feed my eaglets any rabbit I can catch and carry
Wait. Do these spirit animals contradict each other?
Remember, I am a Gemini. Mercurial and changeable.
A chameleon also guides me, helping me to switch colors.
Chasing away playful raccoon another spirit animal
who is riding my spiritual dragon into the enchanted forest
yelling commands, followed closely by turtle who tries to keep up.