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The duck-billed platypus is odd and, if the product of a god,
it's difficult to understand, why such an animal was planned,
but maybe when the rest was done, there was stuff left and so begun
one animal made from the dregs, made wearing fur and laying eggs,
enough left for a creature that, was smaller than a household cat,
with waterproof thick body hairs, packed denser than a polar bear's.
Its hearing's good, its eyesight keen, but colour vision doesn't mean
much to it; strangely still we find, when hunting, it hunts deaf and blind
for underwater, its prey yields, its presence in electric fields
which guide the platy to its kill, through sensors in its duck-like bill.
The mating season brings new quirks, two ovaries, but just one works,
the left one has to do for her, while he sports a strange poisoned spur;
for this creature is, not least, the only furry venomed beast. *
*All the facts above were checked, but one turned out not quite correct
Alas, the last line is not true - there also is a venomed shrew!
I am in a magical place
of infinite hues of a greens
veiled in a haze of mist
with enchanting winged butterflies and birds
and I am lost in this sea of lush dripping foliage
oh it is color-stained and sun dappled
where mysterious vines twine and weave
and in the trees a hundred hidden birds tweet
and beyond the thick heavy tree canopy
is an azure sky hiding
with a dazzling sun
and to find this tranquil serene place
just take three deep breaths and
imagine it
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June 24, 2021
Poetry/Verse/imagine it
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1366-599-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (June 26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/26/2021
First Place
Where's my aspirin?
My mother's at me again.
The list on my refrigerator door is out dated.
Yes, Ma I know wasting food is a sin.
There's hairy, smelly, and ugly goo in
My cold refrigerator bin.
I could tell you what it was when
It went in.
Ugh! Gloves on. Time to begin.
I know Ma. I gotta learn to do this chore
Weekly through thick and thin.
Open the tin?
I don't think so. I am not getting this on my
Skin.
Much to my Ma's chagrin
I just throw away the has been
In
The container it was in
With my Ma around that's not gonna happen.
Now I have to bleach and wash away the
Bacterin.
It was a lovely day for a long walk,
when down a path I found a wall of rock;
it was thick with twisting ivy and moss,
and I stood thinking- should I climb and cross;
the placed stones were very old and leaf strewn,
and from the hidden trees birds sang a tune;
perhaps a forgotten property wall,
I followed- for my mind it did enthrall;
deep in the woods my quiet footsteps fell,
it seemed I was under a magic spell;
until I stood at a weather-stained gate,
it opened though it was rusty ornate;
a step within was a garden tangled,
where I became part of the entangled;
I walked for hours thinking I am lost,
perhaps that wall- I should not have crossed.
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October 9, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Lost
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1293-861-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, A Wall In The Woods
sponsor, Craig Cornish, NA
Written: June 10th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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Do I feel empty?
Or am I becoming a void?
Or am I amassing light to be thick?
Shimmering hourglass embosoms paradoxes—
emptiness and fullness, darkness and light.
A sandy spot with winter asperity cinders,
a vestige of the iterative nature of life,
each grain of time trickling a wave,
ebbing and flowing,
forever shifting, undulating.
Whatever twist, whatever spin,
I sustain you in the din,
anchored on the ledge of chiming.
In all scopes, the sand-clock is versatile,
grain by grain, a vertical choir—counts—
flux, looms as a flash of fearlessness,
from ash, arises a phoenix, pristine slate.
Man argues about the meaning of life
a man argues about the meaning of life
looking out at the world around him
catching the love of his life
bound by her chains of love
surrounded by danger
he hides the entry to his heart
in a green garden?hidden behind the hedges
planted in the last days
of the month of May
Make no mistake
he pointed out to his love
as he sat down on his naked rump
He shot at the devils
sliding out of hell
filled with giant teeth
the world is soon thick
twice the devils come at him
twitching from too many drugs
trying to kill him with their hellish vapors
pensively 101 prompt use the following words in a poem argue, bloom, catch, chain, danger, entry, green, heat, hedge, last, may, mistake, point, rump, shot, slide, switch, teeth, thick, twitch, vapour.
The air is thick
with familiar sounds and scents.
There is no question
of where winter went.
Summer skips and dances over spring
ready for all nature to grow and sing.
Feathered birds fly near and close
to sing and nest within the rose.
A joyous, happy melodic song
grateful that cold winter is gone.
They dance at the morning sun rise
unafraid and glad to have survived.
Floating on the summer light breeze
they arrive in time for the fullness of the trees.
Their song is endless, clear and sincere
as they come into the garden here.
Each bird and plant provide a colorful display
welcoming the start of each summer day.
This revolutionary fella followed by
Adams family patriarch,giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, subsequently conceding
nexus (nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threat (military intelligence) scheming to
wreak untold havoc upon American troops
within the Pacific theater of World War II.
The former horrific decision controversial,
then and to this day Hoover expert historian,
diverge, asper corroborating the necessity
to usher in the Cold War, yet majority foreign
policy wonks might grudgingly attest that
said thirty first commander in chief did maintain
a Cool Edge throughout onset when doomsday
clock began countdown to Armageddon,
an unimaginably blaring, deafening, earsplitting...
cacophony distant rumbles heard, nonetheless,
no Hard dinning ghoulish nightmare (potentially
obliterating all life on planet Earth) haunted
Wilson, nor Taft, only gunboat diplomacy
mere child's play exhorted, less catastrophic
comparison, when Teddy Roosevelt wielded
"big stick schtick" namesake corollary to the
Monroe Doctrine in 1904...ad nauseum.
Christmas
A zure Sky rejoiced and glanced on Green Earth.
B ethlehem Star glistened, glittered on Jesus’s birth.
C hristmas roses are exchanged in spirit of fraternity.
D ecoration of baskets with Poinsettia as symbol of purity.
E nchanting Christmas Eve expresses warm wishes
F low of fantastic gifts follows with flower -posies.
G reat grand grandeur Christmas is almost global.
H osts hostesses and gay guests honor holy festival.
I vory white bark of birch gleam and brightly glow.
J ingle bells with lemon fragrance nod heads to and fro.
K indle candle, knell before Jesus cutting ego with knife.
L ove for all is his greatest message to carry through life.
M arvellous mock rush erects spikes in pompous look.
N ice carols soothed heart and the core of soul shook.
O verwhelming occasion of Christmas can oust envy and quarrel
P ope or pagan, pretty or parlous to be greeted in general.
Q uench your thirst in Holy water, confess your sin.
R egrets, repents on tears will make heart pure and clean.
S plendid snowflakes without murmur grow in shy glaze.
T ender snowdrops hide behind thick the boxwood hedge.
U niversal goes the celebration on Christmas.
V ast spectacular gorgeous glorious glamorous
W inter berry spray lipsticks of red blossoms to gloss
X' mas tree is free to hold abundant gifts from Santa Claus.
Y earning for love yields love to make warm wish
Z est and zeal zing in zone of throbbing heart relish.
“Years
have passed
since that day
under the fig
tree. Our promises
were countess. Your eyes had
shone and my voice was thick. You
stood on your toes and bit my nose,
sticking your tongue out in a challenge.
I'd accepted and pulled you so close that
it brought intoxicated clarity.
And then you were gone. Next morning a
letter waited on my table,
your words asking forgiveness.
Life has moved on, grey hair,
mortgage, two sons. But
Subhamita,
how could I
forget
You?”
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Form: Double Etheree
Date: 08 / 11 / 2016
Contest: Unrequited Love
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron