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Constance's 'The Pensive Poet Contest ~ August 3, 2026
"Write, pensive poet! Empty your personal thoughts
that have long been lodged within your heart."
~ quote by poet
How often I sit alone with blossoming thoughts,
the pensive ones that slowly flow with my emotions.
The devotional kind that dwell deep inside my soul
and those pulsing in my heart of both, joy and grief.
They refuse to remain veiled in the hour of dawn,
spawned unbidden with images that flood my mind.
Some have the power to make my hands tremble,
while others soothe my suffering with tenderness.
Memory serves a banquet of sweet and sour dishes.
If I could make it so, I'd feast on the saccharine sweet,
but as twilight always steals the light of sunlight's rays,
bitter memoirs cross the threshold of closed doors.
They continue to return ~ those melancholy moments,
when I write what begs escape from my heart and soul.
They refuse to remain in darkness, like a galaxy of stars,
reveries uncaged whether wrapped in ribbons or thorns.
Seasons change but my reflections on the past live on.
With sorrow, some cause weeping, others only gladness.
Milestones along the roads that I've walked on in my life,
verses that ring like lyrics as I softly sing them in my head.
I cannot tame those wistful times when pen and ink
call out to me, "You must write what begs to be set free."
My poetic thoughts of long ago and faraway places
refuse to be reined in~ and I don't dare hold them back.
They'd scream much louder if I tried.
Pride robs a person of possibilities,
A one-track mind consumed with character defects,
When weakness is associated with humility,
Understanding becomes obsolete, for wisdom is no longer erect,
Pride steals the hopes of a better tomorrow,
Ignorance is poison flowing through ones veins,
It will only produce discomfort and sorrow,
Restoration is impossible for the proud to sustain,
Pride tears families apart and destroys love with a significant other,
The resentment it brews in other people pushes them away,
For if a man can’t look at his own faults he cannot truly love his brother,
One minute he is on top of the world and in a second no one hears what he has to say,
Pride is control and rebellion keeps a wall up to the outside,
Its fire roars in silence which makes it hard to terminate,
Let’s look inside our souls this day, uncover all our pride,
A person who has meekness is more powerful than one with iron gates.
By; Sabina Nicole
Written: 3-24-12
Written: June 25, 2023
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In the forest grand tapestry, behold the maple tree,
Its branches outstretched in a regal mantle, bold and free.
Ravishing in its autumn gown, it steals the breath away.
A symphony of colors on this enchanted day.
The geranium sheen of scarlet petals, fiery and bright,
Illuminates the forest with a passionate light.
Such as a majestic lion with a flowing golden mane,
The maple stands proud, untouched by time disdain.
In the gentle breeze, its leaves dance and sway.
Whispering secrets of the forest, dusk, and day.
Each branch is a brushstroke, painting a florid scene.
A masterpiece of nature, where pageantry fits in.
The maple's crimson hue, a symbol of love and desire,
Draws all eyes to its beauty, igniting a fire.
In the forest grand tapestry, it helms supreme.
A regal presence, a majestic dream
As the seasons alter and their colors transform,
From vibrant reds to golden hues, a visual storm
But through it all, the maple remains steadfast and strong.
An emblem of resilience, where nature's wonders belong.
Oh, why must I wear this uncomfortable mask,
when entering stores, or working at my desk?
Don't listen to erratic idiots or irrational fools:
think about your health, do the right thing always;
if death dealt with our reality so frightening and changeless:
whom do you think would win this race of treacherousness?
Death is not a benefactor of mercy kindling life with spoils,
it steals all we possess, all we hide leaving anguishing tears;
so take down all the white flags for an armistice not allowed,
who committed heinous acts will surrender to a myth so dowsed...
where other graves have been covered with damp and black dirt,
watch helpless mothers weep to seek a pity that diminishes all hurt!
Oh, why must I wear this uncomfortable mask
to please politicians who justify their mandate?
Let's not bump into the rageful mouths that reject this hard task,
they may lynch us, or even hurt us if police aren't watching us;
this is a dilemma for many not wearing it to claim all freedoms:
is there any freedom left, not obeying the Law that keeps us safe?
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Viens pierce running temp warm flow
Same color, different making DNA red bleeds
Racism, as if you yourself is perfect in image
There's no white man ancestors bloodline tells
A mix of races, Irish, Jamaica who knows
Population birth of a nation freedom from slavery
As in days of Roman today it carries on
Working for the man, bloodline still traits linger
A world we strive, trying not let it swallow us
Us as a being, many episodes society drama
Like a puppet dangling from string we walk
Bloodline of the past we claim we change
Still a broken society our actions our death
We change our souls weaken to life expectancy
Existence to hide ourselves amongst the evil
Show me who you are, heart tells truth
Image of mankind false hope of anger buried
Hatred towards thy neighbor only love themselves
Each race feeling superior to each other
None equal as greed a thief steals in night
All that makes you or forgotten who you are?
Bloodline we cherish our heritage like yesterday
We find we love out of kindness of our hearts
Depths of dark we portrayed with light
Even though dark does not comprehend it
We show emotion, broken pieces of sanity
A person of interest, not ourselves we think
But for another, a touch of love's kindness
Even if for a moment a breath be save
Bloodline still flows even in death carried to grave
He weaves coincidences
and makes up stories,
He creates stories
and makes up myths,
He spins tall tales—
Is he a poet or politician?
He loves with a passion
like a man on a mission…
He lies truthfully,
The truths he ever tell
are nothing but lies,
He fabricates true lies—
Is he a priest or a philanderer?
He’s suave, he’s savvy,
As the Satan would snatch sinful souls,
He steals your thoughts stealthily
and flirts with your alter ego
corrupting your subconscious —
Is he a saint or a savant?
~03/19/23
~Contest: A Simple Poetry
~Sponsor: John lawless
Miss could you lie under this stand
We aren't scratching the words upon your lips
slips the line
rewind
times
some
Words juggle for acknowledge meant
to always means didn't
Scrabble Scrambled marbles
rambles ambles able
to change surreal
Sure real
Cant you feel i'm changing the
rules without a crown
Step across the line in the
sandcastles made of sea
See the stillness in the skin
the fake grin
the bruised chin
silence calms my din
g dong the witch is gone
I write of tears journey down the cheek
Of winds mournful speak
The look of love found and lost
Echo answers back
Can you hear me in the back
As i pulled the thorn from thumb
the blood with aura
sunlight split
spilled down the cupped hand
and as tongue licked
at life oil
the heated warmth of the seen
And think of winter sun
that breaks the shadow tree
and finger veins on ground
that twist and turn
against the burn
I write of pain that steals grief
but mostly just to remain sane
When empathy
steals joy,
My pen too heavy
to employ;
My tears can't stop
a war...
So why am I now writing for?
Silence so abounds,
Far from where war
vanquished
all joy's sounds.
Why do I own this
Heavy
Heart?
What good does it?
To play a part?
To heal the needless
suffering...
What could it offer;
But to bring
A plea to heaven's
throne room...
pleading!
For those suffering,
Or bravely
bleeding.
God, we can not
understand!
Please raise a shout,
A Word; Command.
Bring peace!
Oh Lord, we beg
Thee;
come!
On earth:
Love!
Healing!
Your Kingdom!
Amen
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
Do you surrender?
Or will you be strong
Do you love him tender?
Or will you let him once again be gone
Do you feel with him is where you belong?
Or will you let your life forever be one sad song
Do you believe it was meant to be?
Or will you tell yourself the way you feel for him is wrong
Does your heart long to be free?
Or will you allow yourself to live in agony
Do you go after what you need?
Or will you finding yourself letting your heart bleed
Do you remember it’s his eyes you got lost in a gaze?
Or will you submit to the haze
Do you feel like you are going crazy?
Or will you let yourself think just maybe…it could be again
Do you long to be held in his arms?
Or will you be able to resist his charms
Do you want his lips to kiss?
Or will it be him you will forever miss
Do you when you close your eyes see his smile?
Or will you let the distance between you always be miles
So many questions you have in your mind building up by the piles
It’s up to you to find your answers and to survive
Hopefully again life and love with him can thrive
But you never know
What life’s gonna show
It’s him you can never let go
Do you admit to everyone how you feel?
Or will you let it be your sanity it steals