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"there is no spot of ground that cannot be
tamed into beauty and delight."
quote_ by Constance
the moment winter softens . . .
I will welcome lovely. . . daffodils and tulips
flowers will spring up from fall bulbs planted
oh, but where did I plant them
adore the first snowdrops peeking
out from the melting snow also
~ oh, daffodils with your cheery good looks
and trumpet yellow blooms and though short lived
are sweetly fragrant and velvety ~
there are tulips
and there are tulips . . . wonderful and bright
in hues of the rainbow for a wonderful silky show
and in my city there is a spring tulip festival each year
with thousands of tulips swaying
~ and before too long
I am yearning for swaths of color in purple, lavender,
pink and orange, for crocuses and day lilies,
and irises in the sun ~
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March 11, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/my spring flower delight
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1438016-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Spring Flowers or Spring Showers
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 03/17/2022
Fourth Place
The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam
Rosé are Red Violets are blue big time true?
You love me like violets are blue love you too
Happy Love Day to you your world's most happy day!
Your throne is among the great Healers!
Every time you shine big time daytime nighttime my body reels shakes for the blazing love you bring all the time at your feet my headrest as you pick me up in truth and wisdom does express love,s adoration has shaken and taken
emotions so silk
smooth delicate yet!
Wintertime spring up calm storms springtime combines what your climb has heightened my beloved come here now love calls! Tell it to the 4 winds that blow! What is the name of the one you called your most loved your heart desires you're whispered thoughts in the Lord's hands and ears often your
prayer of
wants.
And
Complete Surrender for and to you only!
Come here!
Come with a forceful.....
Kiss of Release! My lord be gentle.
Come here stand and touch pressured heat
beats upon my chest love always!
Come to a precise place we know!
Our secret garden come!
Where only love flows like a river brook! were I
trembled at your touch the time we first
really met!
come now!
Bring Anticipation! Hurry my love my given soul lover
ordained by the one and only true God of Love and Lord of lord,s
Hurry to assure me.
Come now quickly hurry! or answer this! What's the
name of
the Caressed Hearts
desired ascending and descending spirits of loves are mine
and yours
but
your attention is it me or another?
The most! Remembered!
Your Answer is
Blowing in the Eternal Wind's time the Forgotten
Tears.I will know the truth and the
truth shall set us free!
An applaud in negative
In writing or voluble,
Appreciate one must
To further spring up,
A poetic grand slam !
Sarcastic comments
Take digs at you,
Aggressive remarks
The missiles,
To drop you dead !
Throwing a frisbee
Beyond reproach,
Reprimand,
Rebellion,
Give or do battle !
A censure,
Although Depreciates ,
Distresses and Disheartens,
Repel depression,
Essentiates introspection !
Be factualistic,
Don't divagate,
Be dianoetic,
Argue and analyse,
Put on a thinking cap !
Written on 5/5/14
Contest- slamming battle - 1
Sponsor- Verlena S. Walker
Now for contest- slamming season
Sponsor- PD A
Entered contest on 26/5/14
Now for contest- slam the slam
Sponsor- SKAT A
On 30/5/14
Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept
Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept
I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed
There came out surprise-filled tint tots, elegance unsurpassed.
Red, green, blue, purple, and yellow, like a compressed rainbow
With perfectly blown balloons, as children merrily glow.
As seedlings spring up at night and glisten in the morning,
These soft talc and cloud agate gems appear without warning.
Standing erect and straight with sun-moon-stars-tinged, blazing eyes;
Robotic reflexes; peep, peep, peep, filling up the skies
Judgement quality of quantity like the honeybees
Psychic contagion is in them, like treasures in deep seas.
Symbols of resurrection, springtime splendours, and new life
A masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship after a strife
Scenes of Elysium, Coleus, and Jannah revealed
The mysteries of chicks, like the Milky Way, are concealed.
Like two sides of a musical drum or a coin,
Each story has two sides; they, ultimately, join;
This applies to the truth of immortality,
Though, physically, this isn't normality...!
As seeds of an apple spring up, though flesh decays,
So too, I hope, human soul lives on for long days;
Flesh-form though dies and mixes with the mud of earth,
Spirit passes to the other world, full of mirth...!
Though none has seen these spirits living anywhere,
Religions assure their existence far, somewhere;
Millions and millions from universe, thus, have gone,
As per the beliefs, to a blessed, sacred zone...!
I imagine, all these staying endlessly, here,
Sure, the very idea causes in me fear;
Is the earth huge enough to hold these creatures, well?
Won't the ones arrive newly find this ill-packed hell...?
Will all resources be available to all?
Won't poverty, hunger and thirst grow stout and tall?
Won't humans, like furious street dogs, for food, fight?
Won't beings, follow the policy: might-is-right...?
There won't be, surely, fear of death, heaven and hell,
Yet, will mundane daily life, flow flawlessly well?
Won't deathless-state, my duties merrily postponed?
Would I, to my commitments to others, respond...?
Fearlessness to death might give me time to complete,
Any task, with depth and dedication concrete;
Yet, won't lethargy and dullness induce my mood?
And, won't endlessness sluggishness within me brood...?
Life should be short; I should enjoy its every stage,
Death should not abruptly call me before old-age;
Yet, will hanging around, here on earth, realize,
My dream of going beyond the limitless skies...???
19 April 2022
If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Streams of water
at diurnal disposal,
drip
dolce far niente.*
Lavish fill
of cavernous sink—
flotsam thoughts.
Spring up, O well!
Sing about it,
about the well that the princes dug,
that the nobles of the people sank—
the nobles with scepters and staffs.**
Paradise, O living water!
Songs bursting from pipes.
Wanderings soon over.
Like valleys they spread out,
like gardens beside a river,
like aloes planted by the Lord
like cedars beside the waters.
Water will flow from their buckets;
their seed will have abundant water.***
Water’s free
moving, soothing.
Lovely sprinkler,
O lovely splash!
Dare poet’s eyes
take time
to ponder; her lips
pursue splendor
of fountain paean.
10/11/2021
*pleasant relaxation in carefree idleness
**Numbers 21:17-18 NIV
***Numbers 24:6-7 NIV
How can we have made it this far,
and still not know what we’re doing?
We’ve come to that fork in the road,
where each way will lead to ruin.
Cause everything we’ve been told is a lie…
Does anyone care if we live or die?
So why can’t we all understand,
you and I will be next to go.
If we keep following this plan,
then no one will survive the blow.
Because once the oceans have all gone dry…
Will anyone care if we live or die?
I wonder what’ll rise from the ash,
after all the trees are burned down.
What life will spring up from the dry,
and barren, charcoal-covered ground?
When nothing but thick black clouds fill the sky…
There will be no choice if we live or die.
Now I have fired the warning shot,
I hope that the sound will be heard.
If we don’t try our very best,
then we will get what we deserve.
It’s enough to make the hardest heart cry…
Let’s all decide we want to live, not die.
Issues, like mushrooms, spring up when two or more humans meet,
Issues start from how you are and what size is monkey's feet;
And thus my friend and I, like nail and flesh - same age - once met,
Debated on existence - theme fitting an intellect...!
Socrates, the thinking giant's thoughts on society!
Transcendence and idea-world of Plato’s gaiety!
Substance and categories of Aristotle - complex!
Theophrastus Botanical world - looked like an apex...!
Descartes –cogito ergo sum; Spinoza - sole substance,
John Lock - life, liberty, and property as confidence;
Discussions went endless like the flow of a stream fluent,
We had put a break and dwelt on matters very current...
Existentialism, like a thrilling tale, so exited us,
Concepts such as - God's no more - man is in confusing fuss;
Absurdity, null, void - A world filled with hell-like chaos,
If death puts everything at a standstill, what's not pathos?
Yet, there's no absolute end to creaturely life, I said,
Amidst death, there's the great resurrection and transcendence;
This theory, like a scorpion-sting, he soon reacted,
As though I'm an Orangutan, he got much protracted...
If so, will I rise, like Jesus, with my body and soul?
Or take rebirth into a dog or donkey or an owl?
Or from my ashes arise an orchid and multiply?
Or in soil or molecules of the cosmos will I sigh?
When I felt the arguments get heated like a quarrel,
And could bring in our heart cracks like drought dismally cruel;
I thought friendly relation is greater than life after,
And tried to replace the debate with some jokes and laughter!
Well, whatever way we exist after death, is life too,
Existence unblemished in heart, I said, is always true!
This too did not cut the cake, and he stood firm on his view,
I thought, within: if he holds to his view, why should I woo?
The world's vast; life's great; could I close growth in a cool cocoon?
Thoughts, like seas, are wavy and endless; is life a small boon?
My cat may have three legs; can't another have four or more?
Hence, in a world of views, should arguments have any shore?
08 October 2021
Difference in opinion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called duration, or a blink. insight, acumen, Eureka!
But, my friend, how, why, when, where, do these Aha moments arise?
Can we conger up more for ourselves, fill a treasure cheat with insights?
Or is this quest a waste of time, as no treasure map exits. But does it?
Can we ever know with what, and how, and when to cast the magic wand?
Does our search for meaning, inquiries lay the foundation?
Can we prepare the way ahead in some way or other?
Think back, my friend, did these gems
always spring up unexpectedly, and what occurred beforehand?
These aha Euekas cannot be scheduled or delayed,
cannot be snuck-up on, snared nor detected,
cannot be forced out nor guaranteed to appear.
Euekas are not rewards for hard work, perhaps the opposite is true.
How often does lazy and shallow wader get the creative rewards.
Chance is never fair in its rewards for hard work.
Often, an Aha taps us on the shoulder, we are least expecting it,
out of the blue, saying: "Look at Me. Look at Me".
When gobbled up with glee, it washes over and transforms us.
We are never be the same. It makes our day.
Does begging the question, ignoring the answers laid out
make it pop up from the soup into an inquiring mind?
Or does it appear when we raise questions to that have already been answered well?
Does it appear when we thin-slice the book to separate the leaves?
Often mistakes and errors have led to great breakthroughs
like penicillin, radioactivity, the color mauve and plastics.
What does this mean to you and your Aha Eureka pot of gold?
Should we be less careful, more observant for the unusual?
The Aha Eureka is a fleeting feeling, easily lost in the blink of an eye,
rampant, capricious, imperceptible, unbounded, elusive
like seeing something in the corner of the eye at dusk,
if you look straight at it, it's gone, look back again, it's there again.
For me it can be a matter of serendipity.
The more I see, the more I do, the more I explore, the more hits are triggered.
Many total restarts from scratch, often helps.
But, for me the one simple things
that works is lay me down to rest,
and to sleep on it!