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“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
Terza Rima Sonnet
In dewy kisses, sun bursts through startled limbs,
washing dawn bold, breathing grace against tear’s flow
gentle trembling through romantic pseudonyms.
blessings linger on the hint of God’s still glow,
lighting the way through drenching rains, darkest storms,
silent as night, dusk’s mild shadow, soft and slow.
embrace of warm prayers, faded dream performs,
melodies rich as the healing He bestows,
comforts the hurting, bringing hope that transforms.
songs of wonder brought by the Son who arose,
visions, joy reflecting the soul’s eternal,
love so amazing, sings wherever He goes!
His light shines, ‘tis more than merely external.
It burns away the fear of hell’s infernal.
ANOTHER TIME
It was another time, not at all like now
None thought history was in the making
Hard labouring with sweat on the brow
A full day’s work and limbs were aching
Some were still waiting for that new age
And said it was so, but were only faking
For most, life stuck forever at that stage
Retirement only when an old body failed
Many folk were ready to turn that page
Years later, new work heroes were hailed
Trades Unions formed with collective voice
Striking, like a rebellion, as workers railed
Today, there seems to be another choice
Work, or stone the Chairman’s RollsRoyce
We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.
Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!
Prick up your ears, and hear Earth’s gentle moaning.
Hear it in the oceans filled with our debris.
Where she chokes from all our filth, Earth is groaning.
Hear the silent shrieks emitting from each tree.
With forests razed – oxygen is depleting.
Extinction of creatues already we see.
This senselessness we cannot keep repeating,
or a deserved tragic end we’ll be meeting.
March 12, 2021
for D.W. Rodgers' While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Contest
Why shouldn't beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly,
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!
We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident
until we realize how untrue we have been to all!
So why create something that is rooted in lies,
when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness,
not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles?
Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light
with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly;
and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night?
Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence,
and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld...
look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!
"Like the silence that screams cursing solitude . . .
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers."
Quote by: Regina McIntosh
When the world seems to be asleep at dawn's blush
and sweet silence lends me an attentive ear
I pray in undertones of a whispered hush
Doves in chorused unity; their trills I hear
In splendid harmony they sing as day breaks
Deep within my heart, I know that God is near
As though in sunrise stillness, His presence makes
my faith strong enough to touch my trenchant soul
In those solemn moments, my piety wakes
I feel His blessing to comfort and console
At morning's spill, I'm with my Father, my Friend
instead of floundering in a shallow shoal
All the troubles in my harried heart transcend
I take delight in humming a calm refrain
envisioning life in Eden, without end
For that I'm thankful to the One who was slain
Jesus Christ, the Day Star, risen to the skies
Son of God Almighty, who'll forever reign
Hope descends to me; on Angel's wings it flies
sent to enhance my faith in the Lord above
I greet it each morning with exultant cries
Grateful for the mercy I'm unworthy of
and honored to offer Him my steadfast love
January 22nd, 2021
Heart Universes~Terza Rima
Contest sponsored by Regina McIntosh
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
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Have good and sad memories of childhood,
but let me just write of the some for you;
beside a flowing stream I often stood !
Holding father's hand before his soul flew,
I will treasure those hikes down lush green trails;
oh, recall my first kitty who spoke - mew !
I loved listening to all Grandma's tales,
and her chocolate chip cookies and pies;
I will never forget seeing the whales !
How can I forget my sisters sweet eyes,
oh, she never aged again since that day;
and hand-me-downs that Mom had to resize !
My childhood thoughts mingle in a melee;
as my memories dances a ballet !
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November 15, 2020
Poetry/Terza Rima/non imabic/Childhood Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1304-982-15
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Gatherings and parties I attended
when I was young are memories so dear,
for they’ve endured as treasures most splendid!
My friends from school inhabited one sphere
that mattered to me when youth had begun.
The parties with my school chums brought such cheer.
The birthday parties – oh they were so fun -
like those held at the roller skating rink -
a rush of pleasure loved by everyone!
The parties where we didn’t sleep a wink
were oddly labeled slumber parties! We
would party, but we gal pals did not drink.
We got high on laughter and repartee!
Such girly girls, we’d gossip and we’d squeal
at ghost tales until dawn’s first light we’d see.
Another part of childhood – a big deal -
was family. I looked most forward to
reunions, meeting cousins with great zeal.
What fun to see my cousins all anew
since rarely did I see them all year long,
so when we’d meet, there was a lot to do.
I loved when cousin Steven came along
(a crush of mine!) Off we’d then run and play.
With relatives it felt cool to belong.
A great buffet we’d have on Christmas day,
and Secret Santa gifts we would receive.
No other Christmas seemed a better way.
My memories of these times do not leave.
Friends and family are precious, I believe.
Oct. 7, 2022
for Brian Strand's 'YOUR PREFERENCE' Poetry Contest
2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Roses sing in starlight of the night
The broken dreams of rivers in the sand
My day is lived forever in her sight
I hear the music playing by the band
My day of broken pain has gone away
I live to take this moment meant to stand
The music shakes my soul and lets me sway
The dark of never living fades to blue
I rise to make the daylight stand and play
I never knew the swords of words she drew
I wake into the living of a lark
The glass upon our windows full of dew
Let’s laugh enjoy the greenery of parks
Let’s live our life like superman and Clark
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
ANOTHER KIND OF MEMORY
I remember seeing what was my future
A more damaged world than one I am in now
As if time’s wounded skin needed a suture
Recollections that such glimpses may allow
Memories are of the past are unlike dreams
And all that which is to come may take a bow
Images beyond today flow in fast streams
Unlike yesterday or any time that passed
Where new ideas and concepts are shared as memes
What I see and hear is not of yesterday
I know what will be, will happen anyway
DATE WRITTEN= 1st Oct 2022,
'Past Memories' (T poetry form)
SPONSOR=Constance La France
6 lines from Firefly Memories (Terza Rima)
As the night rolled into a darkness rich
With glimmering fireflies, vibrant, quiet
And happy, charming, able to bewitch
I caught them in Mason jars that riot
Lights going on and off, soft, so soothing
Breathing graceful whispers that sigh “try it”
6 new lines (opposing the old poem)
Despite the morning, crisp and ever fresh
Pouring out her dawn past the mountain’s crests,
Begetting goosebumps on our naked flesh
Kissed by colors, beauty that time protests,
Reflecting dew, trembling on butterflies,
Lasting songs, rich as the morning suggests.