Long Suzette Poems
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appears a Roman goddess
halo affects adorn as spears on a diadem
Her torch enlightens the world
flames are gilded in 24K gold
reflecting the sun's rays, looming She is not
for the floodlights illumine night’s darkest hours
the French had created Her
Americans built Her a concrete pillar
the old raised funds as the young saved their pennies
grounded granite pedestal protects from blue bolt strikes
disassembled in toto scattered and strewn She was
93m in height
neoclassic colossal copper sculpture
oxidized to muted green an outer patina
broken chains at Her feet breaking free from tyranny and servitude
typifies a democratic government
She faces southeast welcoming all arrivals transversing the sea
France gifted Americans, brothers of liberty
against sepia skies, streaked layers, cream colored clouds
a silhouette stands on Liberty Island
you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land
your lips whisper within yourself your desires
when they should be screaming out loud for justice
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men
they might just mock you and subjugate you more
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden
your mother weeps inconsolably at home in her dark lonely room
your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light
I see you I am here to rescue your innocence
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety
to mother.
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins’
- Lauren Eden
in childhood i had strong feeling
to sense the presence of someone
in core of my heart illumining
my path of life, guiding me :
not only a blind faith was embedded,
but during my growing period
and also in later life i had proof
when running through turmoil,
some super power protects me !
i am not religious but definitely righteous
holding firm faith that none can harm me !
in my last phase, struggling alone,
yet some supreme power to care
sheltering me : no need to think
myself completely helpless,
yet I am blessed, who shows me light
I don't know.
quiet mindfulness
notices our inner cleansing
brought about in our stillness
as strange feral stirrings rise to the surface
which we then view with wondrous astonishment
being unaware that they were resident
within our subconscious mind
darkening our soul
we are nonchalant
whilst also surprised
knowing that ego is false
maya having immersed us in delusion
there being no shame in our past indulgence
essence of presence being pure and unstained
temporarily lost in hypnotic trance
from which it now unshackles
reclaiming divinity
in clear light
of truth
03-February-2021
the falling snow today is soft and gentle
and my mind wanders sadly
to the place of tears
and to tombs
snow kissed
love kissed
from my heart
for the journey long
brings me to my family
and so I travel there in my mind each day
there is not a day I do not think of you
oh a thousand times my dears
I weep for my loss
asking why
my God
the snow
keeps falling
like a veil of white
it drapes over my spirit
heavy with each new snowflake that falls on me
grief is part of life and it is a journey
we all experience and
we must accept so
we can live
our life
____________________
January 4, 2021
Poetry/Suzette Prime/all snow kissed
Copyright Protected ID 01-1318-555-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Suzette Prime
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 02/04/2021
Second Place
ravens croak
applauding twilight
larks churr
saluting sunrise
a last dance over
an inverted verge.
a perpetual encounter
the last mesh of murk
against gleams of glow
held in abeyance,
opposites wrangling
like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
preserve or discharge
uncertain anxieties
ravens claim temporal flesh,
their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
it seems.
yet our lark’s song resonates
stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
channelling subconsciously
our choice
around that inverted verge
eternally guarding us
Inside my heart is where you always dwell my darling
never forgotten
from that first kiss you were to be my true love
this love cannot be destroyed
You are
the rose inside my heart- dear
from that moment we met- we were to be one
joined eternally
I recall all the good times
we shared love, passion, desire and happiness
so alike- we complimented each other
we were so truly in love
Darling
like E.E. Cummings wrote in his romantic poem
I carry you in my heart
until my last day on earth I will love you
I go often with a rose
to lay upon your mossed and engraved tomb stone
seems odd for a man who was so full of life
oh, listen birds are singing
There is a great beauty in this decaying
such a peacefulness where chipmunks run and leap
my eyes fill with tears
and a rose of love blooms brightly in my heart
___________________
March 22, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Inside My Heart - MR
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-294-22
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Rose Inside My Heart
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Rose, Judged 03/31/2023
First Place
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination John Lennon
IMAGINING ONLY WHAT I REMEMBER
abrupt
the falling
cord’s tight and coiled serpent hiss
reality reverberates into space
imagination
makes haste
fetal position
tethered to a voice uttering no relief
potentiality death
a bright room
the cheerfulness of white walls and too white gown
and death
cheerfulness you say
It keeps our feet from walking
verified
distance has its pride
reality’s long standing in shadow’s neverland
his form’s always there
stretched ‘cross
the bed i’m scared to approach
her purse
in suspended animation while they dance
i long to go back
and see him
but my imagination won’t bring me there
1/13/2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Suzette Prime
HMS verifies prime numbers
if a tree should fall and there is no one to hear it
not even the merest susurrus for a poet to capture the moment
the encomium will cease
with each slight
each rejection of the light
and acknowledgement withheld
the all encompassing existence of all
called into question
the glacier crevasses gape
to engulf
the whole
however
frozen to the core
we must
remain undaunted
on a steady bedrock of the conviction
that all existence
isn’t in vain
if we can dream it we will not fade away
like unalterable photographs from bygone eras
we are the essence
the stases
holding
reality of
all life
in the
balance
23rd April 2023
A Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
3rd Place
Title changed AFTER the judging of the contest.
sitting with my memories
takes me back in time
when the bright sun always shone
on lost youthful dreams
as time runs away from me
calling for the mundane of everyday life
why does it now sweep me up
and seemingly trot along
to embrace me as a co-conspirator
woven in the tight fabric of time itself
time and again we attempt
to turn back the clock by our reminiscing
only to waste time which only runs forward
or does it
can we change the past by altering the present but
should we
embrace the passage of time as we can’t stem its flow
in the race for immortality as each become a memory