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You belong where your heart belongs
Dedication to all humans alone in the fooled crowd
I see the fear in your eyes
I see the grives in your words
I see the agony in your thought
I see the worries through your ways
Yet right deep inside your heart
lies the unseen truth
You belong where your heart belong
I see how hard you fight in the midst of the crowd
I see your struggle to make a different
I see how difficult life hits you
just for standing up to justice
I see how the sheeps mock you on your opinion
I see how brave you prentend to be
among the coward even when you know
danger is knocking on the door
Yet right deep inside your heart
your soul bleeds
You belong where your Heart belong
Remenber life is never a garden full of roses
Even the God dont make it so
So dont gave up on your self
who ever you are
Where ever you go dont change
your heart
Who ever loves you is okay
Who ever hates you dont matter
As life brings them both for you
to gain wisdom for life
So live your legacy
You belong where your heart belong
I see is hard for you to speak
when you are always misunderstood
I see is difficult for you to say your mind
when you are always the laughing stock
I see how impolite your opinion is been ignored
All because you sound different
Yet in all you do
You dont do it on your own
As the heart connect to your soul
So always
You belong where your
Heart belong
The Calidonian Hotel
or the Cali or the Freedom Hotel to Aussies
a historic place in Singleton NSW Australia, a mining town
the landlord is Brad Hill, who believes in Aussie freedom
and freedom for all
its a family hotel, with good food, beer and atmosphere
oldest hotel in the district, licensed in 1949
said to be haunted
smells of perfume, a light touch
a disappearing man
voices calling but no one is there, sudden gusts of wind
but never mind all that
the Cali stands up for freedom
and those standing for freedom
freedom of choice, movement, speech, expression
freedom to work, to provide, to travel, and every other freedom
no segregation, no discrimination, supporter of United We Stand
and Freedom Australia
one country, one flag, one people united and brave
standing up to government corruption and for Aussie people
it is a breath of fresh air
an excellent example of taking a stand
for what is right with pride ...
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November 20, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Cali's Freedom Stand
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1503-571-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Freedoms Pub
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 01/09/2023
First Place
Now, the bell tolls
I don’t want to go back to just say hello
To see your torso
Standing up straight saluting a flag
Or slumped to a chair
To examine your knees and skis of feet
I really don’t care
To re-learn how to bow down
To your judgment of ankles
I don’t need nor want the frivolous
Of commutes and airports
Parking meters and car washes
Coffee gossip dunked in gasoline snacks
The ball and chain of summer slacks
Black socks tight shoes a tie and
My God what were we thinking?
A coat over it all in July?
Just to adhere to a clock?
Yes, toll for thee oh tick tock
For all the crap we were forced to s**t
To feed a phantom hunger.
I was satisfied with a smiling face
And our eyes locked
On words that mattered.
Zoom was like poetry
Its brevity
Left plenty of time in between
To muse from home of love and meaning.
We're rambling and we're ready
Everybody hop on the bus
Rolling along, rocking steady
Ready Freddy we're all standing up
But are we lost in the translation
Frenzy spilling from the cup
Drowning out a once great nation
"Where is all the tolerance"
Memories in the making
Hating where the day comes from
Blind disaster dating
What has happened to all of the love
Aren't we all brothers and sisters
Neighbors with a once peaceful cause
I just have one question mister
"Where is all the tolerance"
When the pain gets its name from the struggle
Haven't we all struggled long enough
The deeper the dig uncovers trouble
Forgiveness covered in dust
Screaming hate only leads to violence
Where is the trust we once had in love
What is right should never be silenced
"Where is all the tolerance"
Inheritance
We are guardians of the future are trustees for
posterity though wars galore are our legacy
We leave to our children the genocide in shining armour
destruction that we vowed not to happen again
Its all in the mind and however we feel not involved we
soak up the human condition promote it in our thoughts
At the airport I picked up two of my triplets 23 now and
with one staying behind 23 plus 23 plus 1 = 47
It should have been easy to remember my parking lot number
2 K 47 two kind children and one loved one missing
My age when I met my lover 47 the writers ‘group 47’ maybe
the white death hunger winter in Europe that time
47 days until Christmas and 2 Kinfolk to arrive yet I however
instead chose 2 AK 47’s as my mnemonic automatically
As in 2 angry Kalashnikov guns blazing me back to that dark
gloomy place where my car had been rested for later
What kind of light what remembrance and outlook on life has
been planted like a bomb in my destructive perception
Do I accept when words convoluted connotations sinister
aberrations seep and creep the into the percipience of what I call home
Or must I refuse not to become guilty of killing by proxy
of destroying the heirloom in mind and in spirit
By not standing up to that covert insidious manipulation and
domination taking place in my head I suppose I am guilty as charged
14th November 2016
Waiting on my flight I headed for the airport café
With a hot coffee in sight I quickly made my way
While I was at the store I got some donuts too
A bag of eight or more as bite size was all the new
But when I went to sit, there was no place to be found
And I was just about to quit in finishing looking around
Over there was one seat, just a man sitting there by himself
So in so wanting to rest my feet I went in kind of stealth
My bags now set down, finally that first sip of hot coffee
Thus removing my frown, saying finally it's now about me
In reaching in that bag for a nice, warm jelly crispy cream
When suddenly dag! in partaking, that other man he did beam
Who was this guy as I pulled my donuts next to my side
And looking from the corner of my eye, "these donuts I'll just hide"
But with a long reach and again that big smile on this strangers face
He took the one filled with peach as for a fight I began to brace
But then he finally stood and just left going about his own way
As I thought man that's good, "for I should at least have a say"
Oh, and there's my flight call, standing up and getting organized
When I thought, OH the gall! as I looked down and suddenly realized
My donuts were sitting on my suitcase and I was eating his donuts
And yet he showed me such grace even as I was acting like a putz
But the one real true moral being sewn throughout this whole story
Is that only one man was seeing the true Grace of all of God's Glory
Based on a story I heard.
Snowman - Eighty Dollar Legend
Through gales of howling snows
Three horses in the knackers van,
Auction over;
Two with eyes cast down to meet their fate in frozen tears
But one, head raised up high - living fire still in the eyes of eight years past,
Engages delayed latecomer to the sale to manifest a spirit jumping out -
Standing up on wounded knees and harness scars upon smooth cheeks.
Not ready!
Not ready for the final bridle path!
A message screaming in the blizzard's screams!
Hands born with equine wisdom in their fingers
Reach to touch the muscled frame,
This plough horse clothed in a humble coat of frozen white,
How much!
How much for this horse?
Eighty dollars whistles through the teeth of the wind.
Just enough! Enough!
Two strangers peek out around the future's corner
To grab tomorrow's hand held out.
New name – a memory for the day of resurrection;
New home - a paradise for a life reborn through children’s hands –
New meadows – second chances
New arenas - soaring over hurdles to thoroughbred's applause.
A plough horse who defied all odds
Now a legend - celebrated jumping horse who wears a trip crown
Snowman - eighty dollar champion who loved the heights -
To fly!
Dedicated to Henry de Leyer and Snowman the horse he rescued on a snowy winter day who became American Horses Association Horse of the Year, Professional Horseman’s Association Champion, Champion of Madison Square Garden’s Diamond Jubilee – the Triple Crown of Show Jumping.
She often spoke of her past and the mistake she had made
The shadow that it cast in allowing herself to so be swayed
She had lamented it so often as even the tears still flowed
In telling those young women, it was reality that showed
That was the easy part, standing up there telling her story
In just speaking from her heart for the sake of God's Glory
But when she was alone they were the toughest times of all
Even in His Light Shone she couldn't forgive her own fall
There again in front of a crowd the tears welling in her eyes
Her voice echoing so loud in now so clearly seeing those lies
Seeing all those young faces and all that might have been
For in Gods Grace perhaps another might avoid such a sin
So there again she'd stand this time it was the ninth grade
Working with God's Hand helping the one who had strayed
As they stood to leave out with a new thought on their mind
But at least where was once doubt the truth they can now find
A child in the shopping Mall, wearing Superman kit,
leaps up with one arm in the air and tries to fly a bit.
With dreams of being bulletproof and lifting heavy things,
and all the other powers being a superhero brings.
Such innocent exuberance he'll find, as time goes on
will be replaced with other things that he will wish upon.
As years go by, no wish to fly, such talents would not be missed
so here I state the humble gifts I'd have on such a list.
To put my socks on, standing up, not falling on the bed,
remember that the doorway's low when in my garden shed.
To bend and pick things off the floor without giving off a groan
put up and close the ironing board, and do it all alone
read what's in a tin of soup without using a microscope
when shopping, use self-service tills and not look such a dope.
Mix a pack of custard that don't look like tiling grout
and thread a needle first time without my tongue hanging out.
All necessary talents as quickly the time flies
and- hang on...I've mislaid my keys-
can I have x-ray eyes?
A love story,
One she kept within her,
One she hid in the forgotten place,
One she buried in the ocean of her heart,
But coming out in her last days,
They were unearthed in her final days,
She told the stories of her love tangle,
Of days they walked through the woods,
Of days they strolled by the seashore,
Of days they sat underneath the autumn trees,
Of days he brought home those special gifts,
She glowed as she reminisced on those days,
I asked to know what caused the breakup,
She said things changed when they started having children,
Their worlds pulled apart and further apart,
Until they could no longer stand on common ground,
Their priorities were no longer entwined,
She shook her head as she talked about
all the troubles they put their children through,
The hurt and the aches of separation,
Her foolishness of not embracing all of them,
Of not standing up to her motherly role,
She said she didn’t want to be held down,
She said she wanted to spread her wings,
She said her nonchalance cost her,
Her callous attitude cost her dearly,
For she lost two of her children,
They fell into depression and couldn’t deal with their demons,
Tears streamed down her eyes as she recalled,
She said she was thankful for the love and care shown to her by her only child left,
She said she knows she can't repay her but will always pray for her,
This she consistently did,
Even till she passed on,
For she held her hand,
muttered some words and smiled as she breathed her last,
Her daughter nodded and smiled,
Tears streamed down her face.
August 26, 2022.