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Listen……hear
the distant hum
of early morning traffic
on Westgate Bridge,
a chorus of birdsong
and that eastbound
aeroplane flying high
overhead en route
to Wellington
or Christchurch.
The clink of rigging
on those moored boats
riding a passing wake,
nearby footsteps,
the tap of a stick,
the jingle of a spoon
inside an empty
coffee cup.
Voices spilling out
of an open window,
someone blowing
their nose,
the scrape
of a soapy squeegee
across a cafe door
and on the edge
of hearing,
the deep throb
of a ferry casting off
from the end
of Williamstown pier.
How wonderful it is
for all these sounds
to have found
a way to my ear.
Over the green circle it sits above;
Under the red circle it shines below;
When the traffic light goes in between
do you speed up or do you go slow?
Mix it with red and you get orange;
Mix it with blue and you get green;
Mix it in the sky on a summer’s day
and it’s the hottest day you have seen.
It’s a caution flag at a NASCAR race;
It’s a warning card in a footballer’s face;
It’s a penalty flag in the USA
thrown on an American football play.
It’s the color of snow you should not eat;
It’s a taxi cab on a New York street;
It’s a six foot eight, Big Bird suit;
It’s the outside of the banana fruit.
It’s a fever that you want to avoid;
It’s a neutral color for a girl or a boy;
It shimmers and shakes as lemon Jell-O
It’s my favorite color – a bright yellow.
written and posted 2/13/14 for Francine Roberts' "Here Comes the Sun" contest.
I went on a strange journey this morning
It wasn't planned or arranged
I only responded to the voice ringing in my ear to go to a special place
I circled around the community to avoid this spontaneous journey
But everywhere I go I ended on the same main road
Life is a simple journey with many circles and triangles
It takes you from East to West and North to South
up and down in and out and around in circles
It is better not to avoid it but stand up strong and challenge it
You must go all the way through to learn about the life in you
Hired drivers fill the roadways spewing out toxic fumes
and playing a horrible tune
No real business exist in this residential community
All the way is traffic jam but they are destined to be dammed
Big trucks with signs van and cars with all types of labels
doing business on the roadways
They drive up and down the street to confused the people
and drive them out of the community
I sat on the corner watching them going in and out
useless traffic polluting the roads with this surveillance strategies must cease
And big camera must be installed on the streets
They crowd the street night and day slow down the traffic
deceive the people and pretend as if they are going to work
but they have no specific destination they just wait on the call
to crawl out of their holes and drive up and down and around the bend
Motor vehicle infiltrate the communities with various types of duties
Cars lined up on both sides of the streets and you can't tell
the difference between the authority and the thieves
Everywhere I go they are playing the same drum beat
Mocking the morning in the sun heat
Fake shoppers and hired drivers crowd America's street
On my way back something symbolic crossed my path
Twelve ducks came out in front of me six of them crossed the road
ahead of me and depart
The next six scramble into the bushes towards the stagnant pond
I count them out aloud to make sure I was not seeing doubles
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
And I shouted " It is the government"
Twelve ducks diverge.
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the battery light lasted a long at night, the bay lit up like a gigantic stage for an opera
Shall we guess, Rusalka? An Italian opera
A water nymph in love with the human world and discovers her sexuality.
There was no way to stop this mass exodus
more and more cars flung themselves into the water in the bay; yes, even patrol cars revolted
and motorized transport came to a halt
when motorcars had gone, it was the motorbike's turn to headless drive into the sea
An island was born
when seabirds had fertilized the islet traffic
cones appeared together with of one way drive
no parking zones and zebra crossings
The world cried out for Elon Musk to come and sort out the problem
in the meantime, a donkey farm in the north of
Guarda, a hilltop town near the Spanish border, made a roaring business renting out their animals.
Heading for the Bus
Trees along the street
whispered in the wind
after I stepped out the door.
The wife across the street waved
and ushered her young son
and younger daughter into her van.
Better to enjoy them now, I thought,
before the time is lost.
I knew the names of every car
along the street. Mine broke down.
The golden retrievers a block away
were already calling for me.
I enjoyed sharing stories with anyone
who stood in the yard that needed
their care. I stepped over cracks
in the broken and uneven sidewalk.
Each morning my stories found new life.
I lived them again. A fresh breeze
as if it was always spring,
but my bones ached after traveling
across the state, memories borne.
Two blocks away an elderly woman
was helped by her daughter to her car.
She said she saw so many things
when working as a clerk for the city
police department. She said some
people came back repeating their mistakes.
She said she just spent three days
in the hospital, but she kept her yard.
She said that she wasn’t going to give up
on life, not now. Her mower sat in the garage.
I took snippets of life but glanced at my watch—
I had a bus to catch. The bright sun welcomed
the day as traffic passed and I stood with a stranger.
morning called
so much yet
to be lived
"You are on a journey and all the answers are whispered without words"
Quote by _ Constance
I was driving on a highway and snow was falling
but, it was nothing to worry about
however, an hour out the snow was quite heavy
and a wind was blowing wildly
the highway slippery
around a curve the traffic had stopped
so, of course I had to stop too ... so I did
I was adjusting the radio when I looked in my mirror
and saw a huge transport truck coming at a very high speed
I thought it was going to slow down and stop, but it did not
my car was hit in the rear and I was flying over the cars
I looked down and thought ... how is this possible
it is as though my car had wings
and at the same time I heard a whisper "not time"
my life did not flash in my mind as I had heard happens
as my car came crashing down on the highway medium
and I heard a loud crunching sound
then, I was spinning and spinning, spinning
when the car stopped
the police were there and helped me out
I looked at my car and there was nothing left
from behind the front seat the car was split in two
a policeman said to me, "it was not your time, Miss"
as I was walking away the car was hit by oncoming traffic
that's when the tears came and I was shaking
there is no way I should have survived that accident
and I am quite sure there was a spiritual intervention
God, was not ready to have me with him in heaven
my whole body ached, and I was bruised
but I was not dead
obviously I still had things to do on earth
God had expectations for me
that is the message I carry in my soul
so, until it is truly my last breath
I will treasure the gift of life each new day
and honor the gift of words that God bestowed to me
that message I heard loud and clear
for we never know when God will call our name
and take us home ...
the snow thick and wet
fierce wind roaring like a train . . .
cars lay in pieces
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January 13, 2023
Poetry/Free Vere/the whisper- not your time
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1517-416-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Spiritual Wisdom Download
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/16/2023
First Place
I have been trying to pen this verse since Friday night
But the words couldn't jump clearly out of my mind
I twist and turn erase and rewrite but my imagination
was stalled for a while and nothing was comprehensible.
You see everything I do comes naturally and my thoughts are organized uniformly
Whenever I write there is always a sensational passion flowing inside
I know what I am inspired to say but the rhythm wasn't going my way
The message was clear but something kept blocking my influential mind.
I rode away from the crowded space into an unknown territory
just to relight my imagination and appease the higher calling because it was mandatory.
I lie on the asphalted side walk and stared at golden sun above me
At last the words start screaming inside me and I shout them out on this page.
I have the road to myself racing up the exuberant street
Jubilant crowd waving and shouting harmoniously as the procession
move vigorously along the clear cut path speeding up joyous hearts.
At last I crossed the gigantic bridge, dismantling age old barricades
crushing the hateful scorn that hasten me from my bed before the break of dawn.
I watched the flamboyant crowd scaling over fortified brick wall
defying every constraints as I parachute through vacant highways.
Colorless traffic lights everything was just right, no cross roads
Just the sound of nature to rekindled my soul and the sound of music
pounding in my ear, multitude of them singing the highest praise.
I can see them waiting for me as I charged vehemently over the calm blue sea
echoing the sound of victory streamlined with a roaring passion inside.
I shattered looming barriers and break the tormenting spirit lingering by my side
The dark clouds suddenly darted away sweeping the shadows and misery of yesterday
I watched him exit through the empty highway sad eyes bilking at the crowd on the other side.
While destiny stands firm on top of the hill stretching out its potent hand
As she walked proudly and seized her long awaited victory.
I have the road to myself.
While driving on that tedious long road,
he feels forlorn. The road goes on and on.
He hates this job. All hope seems to erode.
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He feels forlorn; the road goes on and on.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
The job he lost he dreams to have again.
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He hates his job; all hope seems to erode.
The job he lost he dreams to have again
while driving on that tedious long road.
For Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest
I see it there watching us all " time"
I see it in my mirror and I look away.
Time card punching in, punching out.
I'm sure you will know everything in time.
The hawk flies at four p.m. every day.
It's close to cocktail hour, isn't it?
See it, feel it, touch it, all the time.
Watch out, it's five o'clock traffic time.
Maternity leave time has come at last,
Baby is due anytime now.
I'm sure you will take the time to teach
Her everything about love in time.
I'm sure his father will teach him well in time
Take the time to show him how to treat a lady.
He will grow into a fine young man in time.
As you wait for her, you watch time slip away.
I see you have patience and time on your hands.
As you paint God's canvas like a rainbow in time.
I can see she loves you more than time itself.
Have you taken time out to reset your bones?
There is always a time for love in your life, yes?
Is there ever a time when your thoughts are still?
Do you have time for me in your life, I wonder?
If you put me on a time schedule I will leave you.
7, 14, 2012 8 pm Friday
When an angel would flow into our breath
That golden moment seldom we can know
Whenever that sublime sunrise occurs
A happiness glow builds its nest on our face
The police sergeant was controlling traffic
In spite of green signal he suddenly stopped all cars
Grin surfaced on the initially annoyed drivers
The sergeant walked an old man across the road
The teacher loved his pupil's mother
Her husband asked her to sleep with him
Looking into her eyes in question he said
The cancer patient is on the verge of death
A couple of days back I lost my purse
With two debit cards along with PIN record
I lost my balance of mind in a trauma
All advised me to report it to the police station
I was about to drive for the station house
A domestic aid appeared like an angel
With the purse in hand and smile on his face
I had dropped it when alighting from the car
Rain clouds lodge in certain souls' DNA
At the slightest heat and dust of exigency
Pearl like drops of pink and green empathy
Moisten their heart towards a rose garden
Out of the blue sometimes a golden hand
Warmly holds your anxious palm in sweat
Reassured you look with green gratefulness
Like a full moon a random help has walked in
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09/02/2017