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A moment a sliver a chance to go back
If only I could I know right where to be exact.
I'd go to the moment to the time in my past
Where effort was put but love didn't last
I take a deep breath and I'd smile sweetly
And wrap a few woes of my future up neatly
I'd realize without effort and right on the spot.
That love takes work but it's all that we got.
I'd walk away from the pain doubt and confusion
I'm sorry if I am just an intrusion
I thought that with work that love could dwell in me.
Boy was I wrong this you will see.
I sacrificed and adjusted time and ttime again
Laid my heart out left it wide open
I pored forth all that I had stored inside
But each time it was never enough love left my side.
Life turned me cold for a short time
Took away my words left no rhyme
Gradually healing slow and steady
Life keeps going even when we aren't ready
S0ometimes effort isn't quite enough
Sometimes his hide is so tough
Breaking through seems dam near impossible
The outcome inevitable
Once I met someone whom I will love for all time
Although each day the sun sets and still he is not mine
Each morning I awaken and breathe once again
And steadily let the day begin
Perfect purple petals adorn this stunning rose
Sweetly smelling scent drifts gently to my nose
Nestling in my bouquet is this stunning flower
Sheer perfection, I stare at it hour on hour
The rose can hide a secret, a nasty pointed thorn
It can hurt you deeply of this I must you warn
The path of true love doesn’t always run smooth
With patience and love these issues you’ll soothe
A stunning red rose is a symbol of true love
Their velvety petals sent from heaven above
Be sure of your love when he does propose
Cherish your love like this delicate rose
Jan Allison
18~12~14
Written too late for contest:-(
THEY MAKE ME BELIEVE
I’m a sucker for a windswept cape,
The beloved hero who comes over the hill
And a beautiful landscape cheers him on.
And I can feel her heartbeat against her chest wall
And see the candles light up her eyes, and the blush
That rushes to her face and breasts, like cold wind.
My chest rises and falls with her heaving breath,
I fall in love for the first time, all over again.
And the birds sing sweetly, flowers surely faint.
And when he speaks, oh my, when he utters those words.
~ I love you ~
She’s been waiting forever to hear, and I – two. (hours)
Finally a roaring fire kindles in them, kindred spirits.
And I am that woman with ebony hair that yearns
to be his wife, and of course he is rich and oh so nice.
Their lips meet, hers soft, his passionate. Their flesh says “yes”
But they let the heat build until the promise is complete.
I believe, they make me believe – in true love, forever after love.
9/12/2016
O' Forgive me Lord; for I have so sinned
I put my rubbish; in my neighbours' bin
It wasn’t like there wasn’t, enough room
But did she have to hit me with a broom
With the neighbours gathered for a laugh
In fact; in the end there was quite a cast
After that whack I was amazed I survived
It was not long; before the police arrived
As police took statements, in their scores
Delving through the rubbish; is this yours
Holding high a plastic bag, knotted neatly
Yes, I am afraid it is, I replied; so sweetly
With evidence bagged, I then taken away
Charged; up in court that making my day
I was named and shamed with a £100 fine
Where community service, I was assigned
Alas, I'm picking rubbish, up off the street
And never again my sins will I ever repeat
So after that, I was clever, knew the score
With no one looking, shat outside her door
I heard her screams and smiled in content
Lessons learned, revenge was heaven sent
O Yeah, revenge was heaven sent . . .
Don’t give me your porcelain smile –
The ethereal agent of your fraudulent ways,
Which you summon to lure another helpless heart,
Bound tight to the mast of a sinking ship –
A trap to fool a new Odysseus
Don’t serve me your malleable emotions –
A mock recompense for your lecherous lies,
Which you cunningly crafted from my good intentions
To feed to me like the swine of Circe
Don’t gaze at me with your synthetic eyes –
Two toxic obsidian beads,
Now redolent of Medusa’s stare,
Or the serpent descended on Eve;
They mimic beauty’s guise too well,
Containing only treachery
Don’t open your mechanical maw –
A cruel device that sweetly sings your vanities,
With all the pretense of a harpy’s pledge,
For your elegant wings have now been clipped,
And I must fly like Daedalus.
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
graceful under the midnight moon skyline
honored to present its most fragrant rose
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
with an array of sweet columbine
how their perfumes sweetly tickle my nose
Under starlight my love only grows
always the fond memory of sweet Adeline
and her heart without ribbons and bows
Forever inclined to poetry and prose
connecting the dots to my lifeline
long for love while avoiding stray arrows
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
gingerly on this path that is mine
time flies as rife opportunity flows
Torn between past and future I suppose
when breeze and memories intertwine
September waltzes in high on its tiptoes
honored to present its most fragrant rose
AP: 1st place 2020, 2nd place 2020
Submitted on July 9, 2020 for contest MONTH OF THE YEAR I LIKE MOST sponsored by MOHAN CHUTANI - RANKED 8TH
Speak louder, don't hush...
let the words flow freely;
we've come here to hide
from intruders's eyes and find
a secretive place for our passion
to be consumed so sweetly!
Where does love come from...
if not from the warmest feeling
set ablaze by a fervent desire?
Mistaking it for unjustified lust...
can only leave footsteps in the dust,
to be erased by an up-coming storm;
will anyone hear the crickets' song,
or see the long branches brush our hair?
Dream by the shadowy moonlight...
relish this dream so inescapable,
these hours will slowly pass
to let us explore the incredible;
cling to me, and be inseparable...
no harm will come from this darkness!
Breath through me with delight,
and rumble through this silent soul!
Where does love come from...
does it ever make us wonder
how our joy is forever told?
Inside, we overjoy and shamelessly
take it to the extremes and beyond compare,
but abandon it when it treats us unfairly!
In the hush of dawn wild flowers bloom,
Blossoms mingle sweetly amongst the row of tombs;
Scents drift in the air setting free spring perfume,
The lovely flowers transcends the sad dark gloom.
A rainbow of colours swaying in the breeze,
Pink dances with purple and orange with yellow;
And dipping and soaring the swirling bees,
Your soft sweet voice mother is but a faint echo.
I pause my journey to you and pick wild flowers,
Holding beauty I press a kiss on your stone;
A love for flowers that dark death cannot alter,
Lovely bright flowers I leave on your tombstone.
In the quiet a soft humming voice hovers,
And above her tomb a wild flower bubble lingers.
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March 28, 2015
Poetry/Sonnet/Blossoms and Bubbles
Copyright Protected, ID 03-657-798-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Blossoms and Bubbles
Sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo, Judged 04/2015
Ninth Place
A Daydream
What verse could make her touch one key and drift
what vibration could – such beauty – calm
and in her heart make melancholy shift.
What verse could serve - for loneliness – as balm.
And yet the eyes as cut off as the stems
of flowers imprisoned in fine vase
drift sweetly on the tone of single key
the scent of beauty still upon their face.
So does the heart pursue the dream
of token gently draped at leaving’s kiss
rekindling the heat of passion’s lips
sails alone - on moments of such bliss.
And in these times adrift on loving’s sea
dreams only - that he - still dreams of me.
For A Daydream contest/Isaiah Zerbst
when I was a girl
unaware of life and death
father took me to the park
to feed the ducks . . .
how, sweetly they floated to me
as father watched from a park bench
the ducks knew us and came without hesitation
how nice it would be to go back
to those days
to be again
under those swaying trees
where pretty ducks drifted
just me and father
and our favorite park bench . . .
I went back to that park not long ago
and the bench still remains
and lingering there I watched ducks drifting
remembering, remembering
days of long ago
and I imagined father
stroking my hair
as we sat on that park bench
in the dappled sun
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July 27, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Childhood Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1476-536-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/30/2022