Long Trancelike Poems
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Enchanting melodies call me to the lush green forest, the
calls of soprano birds singing to my spirit, heart, soul, blissfully.
Sweet rhapsodies enthrall me to dwell within this intoxicating forest.
Trancelike and enraptured, I fall into the emerald and the lovely wildflowers,
and the forest has a magical spell on my beauty. I dwell in this green dream.
Still, you will find with me in the lush, do not be afraid, just step into rapture.
You will find euphoria and peace, now take my hand and you will be transported . . .
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June 28, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic Free Verse/Ecstasy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-823-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Ecstasy
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
"Keep your eyes open to see the magic of the night"
- by Poet
Deep into the woods, I walked one day
to find flaming fireflies come my way,
Watching them, I felt a trancelike peace,
fulfillment of dreamlike fantasies;
In the shadowy shelter of trees,
I stood enjoying the mellow breeze;
The hazy clouds were rolling onward,
as I 'neath the moon slowly wandered,
Crickets and glowworms began to prance,
silently, I admired with glued glance,
The scenery sure looked surreal,
this night encounter seemed unreal;
Then I heard the nightingale crooning,
o'er imaginary love swooning,
Ethereal, her song pulled me in,
the joy I felt, none can imagine;
Basking in the aura of moonlight,
entranced by the magic of each sight,
I walked back leaving the woods behind,
But this night is engraved in my mind.
05.26.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing prompt - Dreamlike" contest
50 years have passed since birth
Seems unbelievable
Fleeting moments, moving fast
Past is HAZY
Mostly forgotten
Only few memories remain
Is this life real or IMAGINARY?
Am I real?
Are things actually happening?
Or
Are they DREAMLIKE, UNREAL?
Although I am fifty
Still many mysteries remain unresolved!
Who am I?
I can survive with artificial organs,
I can breathe with artificial respiration
I am surely not the body or breathe
Then who am I?
I want to see myself
Why am I hidden from view?
Morning to night, time flies
Although I live, life seems TRANCELIKE
Everything seems a figment of my own imagination, SURREAL
I feel I am a SHADOWY figure, ETHEREAL,
I will very soon disappear
29.05.2021
Contest Name : Writing Prompt - Dreamlike
Sponsor : Constance La France
SHADOW COUPLE
Not sure, me conscious or in contemplation
May be DREAMLIKE or an illusion
Perplexed in SURREAL condition.
I was walking alone on the stream strand
An UNREAL sensation, arduous to understand
TRANCELIKE feeling as if you held my hand
Sun was down snatching my shadow
SHADOWY sky brought Moon crescendo
In Moonlight shadow reappeared to follow.
Little brittle ripples dancing with shadows of Palm trees
Suddenly speed of wind started to increase.
My cluster of hairs was rustling in the breeze.
The stream strand was deserted solitary
Noticed second shadow: Virtual or IMAGINARY?
Felt curious, astonished and little bit scary.
HAZY heavy smog prevails around, mist drips
I am thrilled to feel mild touch on my lips
Behind pieces of clouds mystic Moon peeps
My sweetheart, my love was supposed to come.
He must be hidden behind rows of trees Palm
Hurriedly I moved to find my handsome
Looked around, searched but found none
Awaited to welcome but seemed all fun.
Leaving his shadow beside me he had gone.
Engrossed in ETHEREAL emotion I am stepping ahead
I had lost him last year, now I am safely guarded
Shadow- couple made for each other proceeded
05/30/21
Third Place
'Writing Prompt Dreamlike' Contest by Constance La France
Dreamlike,
So surreal my dream
I am floating in mid-air
Falling from my inter realm
A flying soul so ethereal
Felt ever unreal
I am amazed and in a hazy state
What is my faith
I'm falling to a new space
In another scheme a violent dream
I was asleep to the shadowy streams
Again floating me emerging sedated
Awakening
Subconscious now fully arose
And my cardinal state
For longer I meditate
Wait! crackling brights of light flames
Flooring soaring high stills feels like I'm dreaming
Flame circulate in my room
Of my home
Through the doorway appeared essence and fears
Am I at Hell's gate
Imaginary my fate
Fire scape
Wither free falling in space
Twixt heavens Glory and Gates
DreamLike state?
Questioning myself
Am I free falling floating to heaven
Or am I awakened eyes blazing lying in hell
Shall I awaken in this beautiful yet scary trancelike wake
I am, I was in a dreamlike state
5/31/21
2nd place Placement in Contest
For Writing Prompt Dreamlike Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
midsummer days evoke the trancelike past
where children played in joyous, daisied fields
with buttercups so bright the memory lasts
a freedom that our conscious growth will steal.
those stones and leaves and many coloured flowers
were gathered into images that glow
yet later we forget those treasured hours
when for a while we lived in life’s deep flow
we did not look and see,but felt at one
we lived as did the birds high in the trees
now we see and write yet experiencing has gone
we no longer live like flowers filled with bees
to lose ourselves in nature is a joy
which to our adult selves we must restore
It came to me in moon’s soft shadow,
As it will at times, still as the frost
Withering the leaves, branches unsheltered,
Buried in embittered …
On December’s naked chill,
Startling the shadows
From forests who can fill
The heart with a sense of its
Melancholic mist, fading…
Into the echo of night’s brave
Silence, like a lost thought
Stuttering as it flies,
Right out of the mind, unbridled -
Free as the wind and just as passionate,
A winged morsel of a dream,
Never sure it will be, but always hopeful,
Praying in faith, believing
Despite the winter’s flakes,
That spring will sing its perfect grace…
Into hearts who keep on dreaming,
Seeing the sun melt away each doubt,
Breathing prayers of certainty,
In spite of all the reasons for putting
Away that trancelike state,
beneath layers of make believe!
Under a canopy of lime and teal,
Nature creates a hazy, dreamlike scene;
as dappled light fuels the surreal.
And with an ethereal spectral sheen:
the leaves appear gilded: no longer green.
Orange carpets the barren hoarfrost ground,
creating a hypnotic, trancelike feel;
treading upon Death's skin, crackled and browned.
And the frosty nights have a frigid feel;
even though Autumn seems so ideal.
A fantasy of color and shadows;
highlighted by scattered beams of sunlight:
colored leaves are destined to decompose.
And yet, like flickering fireflies in flight:
they compete with the twinkling stars at night.
PROGENY OF FAITH
mom lead us in prayers
Our Fathers and Hail Marys
and Sundays to church
faith of my grandma
also the start that spurred me
to shore up my own
A red leather bible, family size, illustrated with religious art. I’m sure I knew how to read; faces, integrity, angels and naked truth. The gray pleated jumper in youth’s closet - simplicity accompanied by lacy socks and saddle shoes.
smaller than grown hands
with wisdom and faith
a graven missive
Along with distribution of gospels, psalms and proverbs in a tiny book, for unspectacled eyes, the sighting of saints all around - not serpents but doves;
hands of Jesus Christ.
no longer pinching
prayers off of beads - pretty pearls
fall straight out of book
Leaping not with butterflies nor rainbow eyes, but with flaming tongues. Not trancelike but with a sound mind, no fear, power steering.
Not unlike crossing the equator, an imaginary line - the one drawn in the sand. Think also of Indiana Jones, a fictional character - he had to have faith and leap, and then there was the path, solid that led him to the promised land. Empirical proof is divine.
Did you know the word martyr means witness? You become a witness of powerful things; they are as natural as birds chirping, the dawning of a new day.
not a character
like this Indiana Jones.
led by God alone
a witness with faith
coincidence i think not —
power-filled stories
True Christian faith is an adventure. I’m glad I chose to believe in our Savior.
7/10/2020
My Faith Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
*Image of Abstract, Yellow, Fireflies provided by Pixabay.
Aliferous Light
Fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
in their trancelike swells midst farmlands
stilled beasts ... surreal stars charades
shadowy realm lone moon commands.
Zephyrs thrust e'er more, rousing whole
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
deign wrenched ... ethereal control
neath nascent twilight's hazy shades.
Winged beacons currents dusk evades
dreamlike bugs e'er so oft lithe frames,
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades
where breeds unreal orphic claims.
Languor beetle's their temporal flights
... imaginary thoughts cascades
prompts a fond adieu, dimming lights,
fireflies glint yon verdures lush blades.
2021 May 30
*3rd Place*
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 June 02