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"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
Born in February when snowstorms were heavy and frequent,
and to keep me warm their parental touch was God-sent...
I could see them smile, delighting in my miracolous birth;
finally the one they long waited for to give them joy and worth!
And I as grew up, did they notice the first traits of a rare personality,
or did they ignore those signs of a genius destined to bear obscurity?
Perhaps, they felt no vibes of the child bringing change with his flowing water,
too often they stared at him and didn't ask what was his plan for the future!
What makes one really unique and stand out from the ordinary, swift crowd:
being oneself, embracing creativity, being intuitive and imaginative?
My parents missed that creative mind, making their will so imperative...
but that passion was an unspoken voice which needed to break out and shout!
Art played a strong role in building up and shaping this rare personality,
with intense thougths and vivid images, I created a world so whimsy...
that unreal world many rejected with laughter, never repressing the dream inside;
sometimes, all that I had created seemed so worthless, leading to wounded pride!
He was born in the year 1899
A cruel birth, pregnancy poisoning
The birth of the child became the mother's death
The father of the boy was crushed by love
... he hated and blamed the boy
He did not want to know, hear or have anything to do with the child
Timothy grew up with his old grandmother
As a baby he cries both day and night
When he got older he was a confined and sad boy
Drawing was the only thing he liked,
children express themselves through drawing
A cruel world he designed, always in black
No researchers interpreted his drawings at that time
It was cause for concern, he drew death
The personality traits were his own cruel death
Timothy concealed his pain, but for him no alternative solutions
He is already struggling with suicidal thougths
Grandmother died when he was 11 years old, life seemed so scary
Helpless and afraid he jumped into the river
two days after his grandmother's death ... a black night without moonlight
Both of them were buried on the same day and place
The grave is always guarded by a black raven
27.03.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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5th place in the contest
Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!
Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!
Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?
Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?
We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!
Moments lived into a silver night...
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice:
where the legendary Marco Polo slept,
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!