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We don't talk about it, I was mutely told,
Schooled in your nonverbal narcissism, I Attest
I became a linguist in the language of silence;
The tightened line of your mouth when a speck
of childhood play leaked through the Aperture
of your wall of control; the Nuance of your slit eyes,
the stiffness of your shoulders when I disturbed.
The famine of your brevity, starkly juxtaposed with
the Proclivity of your friendly words for the neighbors;
Your perfunctory weak praise, more to lessen your guilt
than lift my esteem.
Even as I write this Saga under the weight of betrayal
nearly undone by our mutual oath of avoidance, and
after decades of delay, you have the Temerity to now
charge me with building the distance, keeping the barricade.
I am bluntly surprised, by your surprise; to accuse me of
this Barren contact, is to blame the clay for the cracks
in the hands that molded it.
And you dare say, why am I this way?
When I inherited the Marrow from you-
10/27/18
for John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge contest
required words: Aperture, Attest, Barren, Temerity, Saga, Proclivity, Nuance, Marrow.
People don’t see, the pain that I’m in
and nobody’s asking why
& if they did, they wouldn’t care
as life just passes me by
Pins & needles & the aches & pains
sneaky and sly they be
all the stiffness & exhaustion too
is not what people see
Whoa, oh oh this pain of mine
whoa, oh oh this fibro rhyme
Now & then I wish I could have
a smile upon my face
I’d take the pain & lock it away
in an unknown place
I used to have much energy
now all over I hurt
times have changed, woe is me
my life is much like dirt
Whoa, oh oh this pain of mine
Whoa, oh oh this fibro rhyme
Take it away now, take it away
take it away now, take it away
Go go go go go, this time
Take it away, this pain of mine.
Where are you going to direct me if I'm not with you?
What I fear is the root of my most profound agony.
I'm scared as I'm always compelled to pursue.
I've run out of excuses to be emotional and scary.
And on the mantel, candles have been set to provide shade.
Overcast our movements with an unfathomable shade of darkness
Despite my distress and stiffness, I chose to stay with you, not fade.
I cherished the eternal depths of your being a lover and kindness.
The throb continues to pound me, and my heart continues to race.
When we're not together, I feel an emptiness in my heart.
My wish is that we should have parted way before we embrace.
It's been ages since I've felt this thoughtful zest.
The utter denigration of memories
To find an aspiration where none is apparent.
Several moral tales emerge from exploited reveries.
My merit is similar to that of a sacrificial victim pigeon, errant.
Any rose petals could have fallen to the floor in that corner.
Spread similar to a river, elaborate on flows.
Giggles are alive and well, bringing some much-needed light warner.
Rather than flowers, thorns sprouted from the rose.
My heart was tearing itself apart as I screamed in agony.
In my heart, there is no longer space for anything but suffering.
There is no way for you to return to your set point of insanity.
You'd been waiting in line for too long hovering.
My pet bird took off into the trees.
I'm sick of seeing me having to leave.
It's the only thing that's obvious; a vulnerability exposed by the breeze.
Although the pain is momentary, it takes years to evolve.
I crave the contentment and peace you are lacking.
Do you prefer what I imply? Nothing specific you aim to?"
I'm not sure I trust what you're saying.
Not much is left in my body except bones and your fluency too.
All that remains are these revolting, dirty, sickening tremors in my limbs.
I can't even evolve any closer because I'm trapped in the past.
Every day is a hollow one for me; you can only satisfy my whims.
It's impossible to ignore you because you're so lovely ever to last.
Allowing you to suffer has made my life grumpy.
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Written April 23, 2021
In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal
**********
Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams
**********
Undeserving am I, for such mercy
A sinner and tormented vagabond
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely
Descending with your kindness from beyond
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond
Overfilling my heart with love firstly
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole
By the magnificence of your meekness
My conscience is now bending from stiffness
The morning sun brings new light to my soul
Now no longer will ever go sleepless
Original Sonnets by Lin Lane and Daniel Turner "poemdog"
It all began in innocence:
A glass of wine, or was it three?
Euphoria and sweet release
That set this thing inside me free.
The very nectar of the gods
splashed forth, producing mirthful joy.
To loose the tongue, the stiffness too,
Give liquid courage to the boy.
And so it was, the hook was set,
yes, thus began the long descent.
Slow journeying from light to dark,
Insidious, malevolent.
The tale is one that’s sordid, long;
it does not happen overnight.
By steps, by turns, one finds oneself
unable to resist, to fight.
The years went by; the first were good,
except the excess: always there.
Then later, shocking none but self,
one’s lost capacity to care.
There was no God, or so I thought;
I scoffed at those who did believe.
In secret, doubt, anxiety,
And no way to obtain reprieve.
I had no outlet or escape,
So I would run for miles and miles,
And run and run and never stop,
except at stores with beverage aisles.
I had this hole that could be filled,
Or so I thought, with alcohol.
My go-to brand was Steel Reserve
‘cause it was strong and cheap and tall.
Twelve-pack a day for endless years,
Yet wondered why things weren’t alright.
The nightly stupor, morning tears,
And long since gone, that first delight.
You hate yourself; this is your lot.
You push away your friends, your wife.
That drain you circle: very close.
It’s what you got; this is your life.
And though you’ve kept a job somehow,
Your work declines; you’re pretty good,
Still doing more than most you know,
But far, far less than you once could.
Your kids, you can’t look in the face.
Pride chips away a notch each day.
They know what’s up; you’re a disgrace.
Time passes thus, just slips away…
And then one day… you hear a voice;
It’s coming from between your ears.
My conscience died long years ago.
The voice of God? That’s cause for fear…
“Your life’s a mess, now go get help!”
And so I did, outside of me.
From there, it seems the heavens part;
A sweet release, my eyes can see.
I often wonder why a God
Whom I despised would call on me,
But that’s a joy He loves to do:
To find the captive, set him free.
I look in the mirror and see my life
a young girl running and jumping
picking wildflowers for mother
helping daddy in his workshop
(well, on his bench anyways)
sitting on grandma's lap in the kitchen
listening to her tell stories while I pet my kitty
I watch her lips and expressions in awe
(in the end she did not know my name)
but she liked me a lot- I guess that is life
I see myself at the funerals of my sister, brother
father, mother, husband, baby and grandma
I just close my eyes and I am there again
my grandpa had left me long, long ago
life goes on and I grew to who I am
I became a writer grandma because of you
now, I feel an ache and stiffness in my bones
it is hard to hold a pen for very long
I am not very fast anymore
and often misplace things in odd places
cannot remember names and only the past in fragments
but life still goes on
I look in the mirror and wonder
who is that old lady looking back
because in my mind I am a young girl
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May 06, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the mirror of my life
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1453-964-06
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, In The Mirror of Life
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 05/13/2022
First Place
Freezing ...
in my bones
Purple fingers and toes
Twenty-eight finger bones X two
Twenty-eight toe bones X two
A large base with pain
Stiffness, can not be bent
Six hundred muscle cells
will not cooperate with the brain
Next minute;
Burning heat
Reading glasses ... fogging
Drops of sweat in the forehead
Red fingers and toes
The eyes sting
The letters doubles
Throat dry and sore
Cough that feels suffocating
Rib bones turned inside out
like an umbrella in storm
Feel ;
Trapped ... need oxygen
Parts of the motor nerve fiber
out of balance
The body feels ...
as a old donkey .
I have no patience .
to have the flu ... it's boring .
"Flue" mean fly on Norwegian .
A fly buzzing in the window frame .
.
.... let me out ...(!) . .
... it's spring . . . .
.
02.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 20 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Kings 14-17
Key Verse – 2Kings 14:10 Thou hast indeed smitten Edom, and thine heart hath lifted thee up: glory of this, and tarry at home: for why shouldest thou meddle to thy hurt, that thou shouldest fall, even thou, and Judah with thee?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LIFTING ME UP
Thank You for lifting me up from sinful failure
After forgiving my heart, repentantly demure
While cleansing me with Your purging censure
Never pushing me toward the filthy and impure.
Thank You for lifting me up from guilty position
After receiving my acknowledgment of my corruption
While sanctifying me from deception
Never driving me toward idolatry and abomination.
Thank You for lifting me up from frustrated becoming
After awakening my soul from worldly dreaming
While alerting me against humanism’s harming
Never casting me toward vanity soaking and roaming.
Thank You for lifting me up from humiliating haughtiness
After seeking my mind midst rebelliousness
While reaching out to me in Your humility’s meekness
Never thrusting me toward pride and arrogance stiffness.
Thank You for lifting me up from selfish downfall
After disciplining my will to give my all
While imprisoning me within Your loving wall
Never shutting me toward self-glorifying and self-pitying hall.
Thank You for lifting me up from futile mediocrity
After teaching my spirit the need to learn for fruitful maturity
While instilling in me my part in biblical Christianity
Never guiding me toward uncertainty and insecurity.
March 20, 2022
March 21 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 8-9
Key Verse – Judges 8:23 And Gideon said unto them, I will not rule over you, neither shall my son rule over you: the LORD shall rule over you.
HEART THAT FOLLOWS THE LORD WHO RULES OVER US
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from sinful blight
We thank Him for forgiving our confessed transgressions of sincere plight
While cleansing us with His purging might
Never pushing us toward the filthy along impurities’ height.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from guilty position
We thank Him for regarding our repentance from corruption
While sanctifying us, guarding us against deception
Never driving us toward idolatry and abomination.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from frustrated blaming
We thank Him for awakening our souls from worldly dreaming
While alerting us against humanism’s harming
Never casting us toward vanity soaking and roaming.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from humiliating haughtiness
We thank Him for correcting ours mind midst rebelliousness
While reaching out to us in His humility’s meekness
Never thrusting us toward pride and arrogance-stiffness.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from selfish downfall
We thank Him for disciplining our will so that we can give Him our all
While imprisoning us within His loving wall
Never shutting us toward self-glorifying and self-pitying hall.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from futile mediocrity
We thank Him for teaching our spirits the need to learn for fruitful maturity
While instilling in us our part in Biblical Christianity
Never guiding us toward uncertainty and insecurity.
Our heart follows the Lord Who rules over us from selfish motive
We thank Him for directing our steps for servanthood that is effective
While transforming us by His Word, verily instructive
Never tolerating us toward being barren and unproductive.
March 21, 2026
How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.
On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across the fabric kernel
The waves were sealed on the scanty shore
The furor was in harmony with the dust
Pearl-like seaweed and scrubber.
Moonlight over the Sea at Dawn
It is ideal and so spectacularly tempting
The churning water bred white foam
I am enthusiastic to have the plunge
The tendons, sinews, and guts were all wary
A season invests these twilight hours
Fetch the ache and gentleness
Misleading magnetism
My inner mermaid is hopeless
The moon was merely out of the embrace.
It related me to a no-blue world
Spume was kicked by white ponies
As they did in our fourth year of dreams
Cantering toward the welling of time
In the utter stiffness at the two ends
Do not feel dire about shedding tears
The spectrum of the dull light
We never noticed.
Written: October 29, 2022