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To All Who Gave Their Lives
Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of a girl, decades ago.I was born the week of the Anschluss.
Hitler, mad with power, many Americans, volunteered to serve, many gave
up their happy lives and many never came back
But I tell you what, nobody ran around hating our fellow Americans!
We had parades and were a God fearing people. We never heard of a New World Order. Today…the entire planet in disorder.
I remember the blackouts. All lights had to be turned off. We had to sit in the dark. It was a drill, if ever the enemy were to come here.
I’d take my teddy bear with me. We would sit in the air raid shelter. I could only see the stars winking at me.
Hitler was planning on doing America in, also.
Luckily our nation’s brave soldiers, and that of our Allies ended that.
When evil men, anywhere, try to destroy our rights and Constitutional freedoms, we must fight back.
Now, things are far worse. We have a number of world powers trying to do us in. I rarely see gratitude for living here…the media seems to have learned from Hitler…just lie!
In the last two years, we now have weaponized government against all and raided homes., and break our rights.
Censorship was Hitler’s specialty. And is going on today. Good people are illegally jailed.
Criminals are not only freed but made into gods and saints!
I did not grow up in an America being told it is hateful.
Nor was I told God’s laws are cancelled. But they are in every way.
Life was so different when I was young….it was sane!
There is only one flag of the United States for all of us, no matter our ethnicities!
Otherwise, all those who died for us, did die in vain.
It’s up to us, to see that they did not.
Speak up when you see evil.
The government was created for your freedom long ago. You are not their property,
Nor your children.
The rise of anti-Semitism is growing. And lately, attacks on Catholic Churches.
A beautiful statue of Father Junipero Serra has been destroyed! These are hate crimes and should be treated as such.
Don’t be silent in your poetry. Marigolds and rainbows will not save this country..and if lunatics run it…then it’s on our bac!
In memory of all who served and died for you, poet.
Panagiota Romios
5/29/2023
a flustered tango of Gypsy moths
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists;
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost
in unkempt fields; space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between cultural
appropriation & cultural appreciation; the history in our dust;
loneliness & heartbreak; trivia; funky funerals;
climate change, hurricanes, earthquakes & neglected
victims; heirloom charm bracelets, homemade
wind chimes & the homing sound made by a singing bowl;
masquerade balls; cityscapes hidden in ant hills; fly
fishing; serendipitous skinny dipping; missing children,
teddy bear memorials, forensic identification, monsters
never found in sleepy towns; the horrors of zoos—
elephants gone mad, lions robbed of their pride;
book reviews; civil unrest, bad cops & good cops & young men
gunned down; brand new fire stations; cancer survivors who wear
baldness so beautifully; my favourite pair of jeans; river rocks
found by dearest hands; a letter that can never be
received; joyful celebrations; incandescent dragonfly
dreams; twenty million at risk of starving to death;
wildflowers shaking pretty little heads;
misogyny disguised as religion; forgotten veterans who die
a bit more inside every day; the rainforest, shrinking;
saintly stoners & postulant prostitutes; toxic smog;
madmen with warheads; cheese cake & ice wine;
every personalized Kama sutra move & the God-given
ecstasy of body on body language; holding hands;
why one giggle can change everything; Thanksgiving
prayers; abandoned minefields, boy soldiers & devastating
amputations; the songs of the working poor; lightning
over the lake; his timely phone calls; brotherhood & sisterhood;
love in its every form; old maps; twenty-one gun salutes;
the extinction of the Galapagos Giant Tortoise; being
five, being twenty five, being ninety-five; kites; dogs chawing
on ragged rawhide; church-like museums on a Sunday
afternoon; make-shift picnics; deja vu; thrift store
wedding dresses; long drives with comfortable silences;
fading freedoms; censorship; seamless moonlight;
introspective dalliances with self-acceptance; the power
of purpose; how to be the bigger person; how to go
in a new direction; how to rise above . . .
the way ill treat my girl is like royalty,
and she wont have to worry about any other girl over me because ill never be
disloyalty,
i'll be your king you be my queen,
are relationship would be different something that no one has ever seen,
because im the type of guy thats rare,
i'll surround you with all my loving in the air,
i'll hold your hand in front of my friends and family better yet the whole universe,
i'll pick you over a party or game anyday because my baby would always come
first,
i'll give you all my loving as if i was cupid,
and unlike other guys i wont play with your mind or act stupid,
i'll give her my world and never try to lose her,
and if she ever gets cold ill put her in my jacket so she wont go burr,
i'll do some chessy things to keep that smile on your face,
i'll take your breath away and i promise are memorys will never be erase,
im that shooting star that you'll wish for in the sky,
if your looking for someone to treat you right pick me because ill be that guy,
i'll keep that glow of happiness in your eyes,
and trust me im not the type of guy that would just try to get through your thighs,
i'll keep you away from harm,
and to keep that promise ill forever keep you in my arms,
if you ever woke up from a bad nightmare,
call me ill show up to be your teddy bear,
i'll be the guy to bring you back up when you are down,
i'll never do anything to give you a sad frown,
but if i ever did anything to make you upset,
i'll do everything i can to fix the problem because i never wanna make your eyes
wet,
anything you want i'll give it to you just because i want to satisfy you,
i'll forever stay true,
and never make you feel blue,
whatever you do for me i'll give you my loving back one hundred times more,
and if another girl tryed talking to me i would simply ignore,
because you would be the only one i would adore,
i would give you space anytime,
and you can talk to other guys i dont care because i know your already mine,
i'll forever keep the butterflies flying in your heart,
and trust me i would never do anything to tare that all apart,
i'll give you all my loving thats inside of me,
and if your searching for someone to unlock your heart then look this way cuz im
the one that holds the key.
Form:
"Help me ... to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"
Quote by - Tennyson
My tears could fill the ocean blue,
because my heart is forever shattered;
your deaths have my soul bleeding,
and my spirit is broken, broken;
Lord, give me strength for today !
Mom, when you died I just withdrew,
I was empty of emotion and done;
and I would not listen to people,
all help and questions I ignored;
Lord, give me courage for today !
When I said farewell and adieu,
to Daddy- gone was my anchor and rock;
it was so sudden that I was lost;
oh, I will always recall the exact time;
Lord, help me to surrender my pain !
Grandma left me with the morn' dew,
she had taken this child in her arms to mend;
and had been my inspiration to write,
the reason poetic words are now my life;
Lord, help me accept all this grief, sorrow!
I visit and pass a statue,
of a weeping angel at his cold grave;
my love, I know you want me to go on,
but to grieving your death I did and do;
Lord, hold me in your arms when I am afraid !
Again, I was in a church pew,
weeping the loss of my sweet baby boy;
we buried him with a little blue teddy bear,
his death took away what was left of me;
Lord, carry me in your arms when I am weeping !
But, somehow this sad girl got through,
it took courage and strength and lots of tears;
it did not happen fast but took me years,
and I now whisper each day healing prayers;
Lord, I give you all my sorrow so I can let it go !
From- The Book of the Prophet Isaiah,
Verse 43:2 When thou passest through the waters,
I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not
overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou
shall not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.
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January 06, 2022
Poetry/Dramatic Monologue/ TEARS I GIVE TO THE LORD
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1419-470-06
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Inspiration is my 07/12/21 rhyme poem, My Heart Is Shattered
rewritten in Dramatic Monologue for this contest (words and lines
added and some rhyming words deleted to change it from rhyme)
Written for the Standard contest My Significant 2021
sponsor, Beata Augustin, Judged 01/25/2022
First Place
You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave;
a sudden kiss as midnight struck (I thought it make believe) -
for stars and kismet ruled with zeal our lives would interleave.
I give to you the morning sun to dance within your smile
a flower wild amongst the stones upon a rocky isle
with hidden paths in ancient woods where we can walk awhile.
You lead me by the hand through nights into the waking days,
through swinging gates in mirrored walls and through the midnight haze,
through castles built in sandbox realms in children’s yesterdays.
I give to you a ragged doll, a puppet on a string,
a ride upon a rocking horse, a swallow on the wing,
a ribbon trailing from your hair, a red or scarlet thing.
You whisk me from a valley deep wherein a black wind blows,
and tracks upon the empty trails are hidden by the snows,
to share with me your secret thoughts and steal away my woes.
I give to you a silver flute, a whistle on a chain,
a drummer boy with dancing feet, a sugar candy cane,
a window flushed with foolish tears mid pitter-patter rain.
You lead me from entangled streets inside a circus town,
subduing smoky memories that haunt this wistful clown
by quelling plaintive melodies and sorrows that they sound.
I give to you a penny plain to cast upon a dream,
a streaking star inside the sky, a bridge across a stream,
a teddy bear with tattered ears and berries dipped in cream.
You show me how a rainbow lightens distant liquid lands,
where dew drops paint the purple leaves deserted on the sands
on roads of simple wonderment within your slender hands.
I give to you in winter’s chill my ragged scarf of thread,
a dripping ball of candle wax on fire blazing red,
and offer you this smitten rhymer’s loving arms in bed.
You spin me tales of laughter, yes, of laughter on a spree,
of laughter restless in the sky, of laughter running free,
of laughter dancing, skipping wildly far beyond the sea.
I give to you these careless words, arrayed in broken lines,
adorned, my love, with tempest winds and teardrop salty brine,
in cups of youthful passion steeped in desolation wine,
and promise I’m forever yours... if only you’ll be mine.
(25 Elvis Presley Song Titles Used- (bold Print)
One night together, in your lovin' arms...
dear Elvis, my love fairytale, you rule.
I'm all shook up, stirred by your true love charms.
Please love me tender; promise, don't be cruel.
Dear Elvis, my love fairytale you rule.
Since I can't help falling in love with you,
please love me tender; promise, don't be cruel;
this fever, burning love...my wish come true.
Since I can't help falling in love with you,
it's now or never...be my teddy bear.
This fever, burning love...my wish come true...
you're always on my mind; love me with care.
It's now or never...be my teddy bear.
Don't send me to blue moon, heartbreak hotel.
You're always on my mind; love me with care;
if I've lost you, I beg of you, don't tell.
Don't send me to blue moon, heartbreak hotel.
Suspicious minds may mock my just pretend.
If I've lost you, I beg of you, don't tell...
Must reconsider baby...this might end.
Suspicious minds may mock my just pretend...
impossible dreams...that you'll think of me.
Must reconsider baby...this might end.
Tonight's so right for love...but cannot be.
Impossible dreams...that you'll think of me.
I'm all shook up, stirred by your true love charms.
Tonight's so right for love...but cannot be...
one night together, in your lovin' arms.
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25 Elvis Presley Song Titles Used In Order Of First Appearance:
One Night You're Always On My Mind
Lovin' Arms Love Me
Fairytale I've Lost You
All Shook Up I Beg Of You
True Love Blue Moon
Love Me Tender Heartbreak Hotel
Don't Be Cruel Suspicious Minds
Can't Help Falling In Love Just Pretend
It's Now Or Never Reconsider Baby
Teddy Bear Impossible Dreams
Fever You'll Think Of Me
Burning Love Tonight Is So Right For Love
My Wish Come True
poets hate to get straight to the point, well she hates it, but she's clearly not a typical poet, she may choke on a metaphor or two, but she can express herself with the best of them, unfortunately this poem will not flow as poetically, she has a vivid point to get across, contrary to other works, this poem, well letter, is for him, she didn't just ask for a "just because" teddy bear, she asked him, she noticed him lost near a familiar horizon, perplexed if not tormented by his own thoughts, she noticed him, from the calming waters she danced in, knowingly stepping into shallow waters, that same horizon had her lost in translation, now words that once came easy she cannot convey, his sudden appearance in her life, scares her, she's frightened by possibility, for he could be the "more" she's prayed for, he could be colors to paint the gray skies she's accustomed to, he could be the world that revolves in and around her, he could hum her favorite song to save himself for the sake of her, he could be like a tree rooted deeply in her, keeping her cozy like her poetry, he could be human form poetry, he could be her poetry, the medicine for her sleepless nights, he could be her awakening that jolts her up at 3am to write, he could be as refreshing as rain, he could be here simply to combat her deepest pains, if only he knew more than just her name, if only he could adapt to the rules of her game, a tricky game where he could earn her heart, through writing this her anxiousness, her lion, her inner lion, is tamed, with hopes she ignited his flame, she hopes he runs into a crowd, pushing strangers left and right, all to see her, to seek her, revealing to her that she is worth the pursuit, worth being sought out after, she won't reveal a word, she vows to remain the silent southern hummingbird, but the melody, her lone melody, could come alive in him, now harmony, but she's probably overreacting, she knows she's overreacting, she knows why he's so overwhelming, she'll continue to write and vent to you strangers, she waits until she connects with him... this was her long-winded way of getting straight the point.. in short, this is why she asked for a "just because" teddy bear.. (she laughs)
This poem may upset a few people
In a world of drama, pain and hate, how can I write something peaceful
I'm always honest with my feelings, never will I mislead you
Religion is the root of all evil
Hating another cause they have a different belief
Some can't see the bigger picture like their visions weak
So many different religions, all believing the same lies
How many gods do you think are living in the same sky?
I'd like to believe that someone is out there
But let me explain why there's doubt here
Kids get kidnapped, abused, raped and killed
Females get abused and raped, the hate is real
Murderers and rapists get a second chance when they chose to dance with Satan
But where's the justice for the life lost of that little 4 year old cancer patient?
If you believe in a god, then I hope you find one in the sky
We get judged based on tattoos and hoodies, but the real criminals wear suits and ties
Sit behind a desk, and make us a bunch of false promises
Presidents and politicians hold us all as hostages
We're left to suffer from the choices they make
Then they want us to be the voices they erase
Going to war killing a bunch of innocents
In hopes of killing the one or 2 extremists who locked people in a burning building
Then they tell kids to keep the violence to a minimum
see some sick twisted guy, run into a school and kill a bunch of learning children
He gets a 5 year sentence and then he'll get out
This whole world is a mess now
I'm sick to death of seeing the kardashians everywhere
Caitlyn Jenner just had a new sex change, she's now a Teddy bear
Kim's wearing a new dress, quick let's all make a big deal
The kardashians get more news coverage, than kids killed
I'd rather be locked in a cage with a tiger, than hear about tyga and Kylie Jenner
The news give the kardashians a headline and then its smiley center
Because it takes people's minds off real issues for the time being
They try and lock you in a bubble so you don't have your freedom
I tell the truth, but they don't want you to think like this
They won't want me to use the ink like this
But I'm only saying how I feel
I'll write a part 2 soon, unless this poem gets me killed
I’ve behaved poorly every winter
I can remember, my awfulness in each
separated only by degrees,
secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners
of rooms I wouldn’t stay in.
Hiding was easier.
I stuffed myself in the closet
of our pit-city apartment—
walls infested with neighbors
tiptoeing through roach powder
caked like salt-circle prayers—
my sister above me, her small body
throwing up what little warmth
our family offered—a recipe of lemons
and gelled mentholyptus to keep us quiet.
Her vomit running from the top bunk
down to me smelled warm and too green.
I had to get out of there.
I disappeared
because the air outside was too full
of breaking—
vows shattering; locks snapping
too loud for lungs that barely held.
The familiar sound of domestic violence
brings a comfort
of knowing
what’s next.
Embracing the facts early and often
can help you put at least the length
of a teddy bear’s arm
between its sound and yourself.
Later, these winters of paying the cold
forward, before it reached me, translated:
stealing partners, and partners’ passwords,
eating nine boxes of pizza rolls to swallow
my sexuality, never finding the end
of a bottle, arguing against the brittle logic
of my own survival—
because proving I mattered felt better
than knowing I might not.
But let me rewrite these winters:
I pull my sister from the bunk,
our laughter is what breaks open the dark,
we are cherry blossoms bursting
through an imminent thaw,
we lie in peace across our bedroom sheets,
left to mature in a natural sun.
We remake the closet into a fort,
walls drawn tighter not to trap us
but to keep us safe.
My sister’s eyes aren’t buttons anymore,
she isn’t puking synthetic cotton,
I don’t use her small body as armor.
Outside, the snowlight waits,
soft as her hand in mine.
We step into the cold and make it ours,
reaching for the frostbitten branches
and claiming them as swords.
No harsh realities or words can follow here—
and if they try,
we let them land,
then split their heads like seeds in the muck,
each fracturing skull
a shot at a promise of something
that finally grows.
he waived cross examination
innovation had suffered a sucking head wound
and the Mossad was after my ass
a post Ragnarok picnic with a fire on the ice
hot enough to fry a penguin steak
code breakers grab your lapiz lazuli
it's the Florentine Colonnade Dancers
and gravy covers the spuds
the beaten man fears to drink his fill
swallowwed the shiny faucet handle
in a messy near suicide by drowning
tried to live on borrowed time
and die a meat eating hero with a following
but it was actually an oatmeal world
a banquet of boneless chicken
and seven times seven bags of Cheetos
we are all either the ruling class
doinking things up for generations to come
or clowns in the cross hairs
because they are still here aren't they
megalomania may well be a survival mechanism
where the retarded Adonises are grown
with a suspected core of infinite malice
the gatekeeper only wants to know your symptoms
my life was a waste of time I replied
your capacity for insolence will do you no harm
came the two replies to my reply
within minutes of each other
words are contours as well as baskets
I screamed turning up the gain
with them one can explore the human psyche
like monkeys in a cage
I sang because it's the smart thing to do
since I never learned to spell i-m-p-e-r-i-a-l
and as I rambled on and zoomed in
the teddy bear assassins
said thank you one and all and everything
you will know only briefly why you have to die
momentarily perplexed in demonic ecstasy
I grouted my stones with a la la la
and the streets filled with earthquake rubble
a vast line of gate crashers in waiting
dinner forks ready bye m'bye me eatum
stuff that down your silk shorts
and went to my final exit from the maze
it was the best he could honestly do
even when they upside us like meth hookers
up one side and down the aether
he dodged the repo man one more time
with the compass of compassion
while trying not to be a morale problem
the specimens in my cognitive laboratory
confide and call it symphony
yet in the end the neurons
played a starring role
trying to stir from the trance
he knew the risk
but had a mouth to feed