Long Twine Poems
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The heavenly gift
I received from the Unseen
Covering me - head to toes
Had turn tumult, bringing me foes.
The beautiful colour
In which I was wrapped by God
Lauding His craftsmanship
Had turn twine, fetching me enemies.
Intimidations that never seems to stop
Discriminations and reviling words
Maltreatments born of different race
Are daily battles which I continue to face.
My existence they relegate to naught
If I was made to live, they fueled my doubt
In me they plant racial fears
As their chants keeps provoking my tears.
Racists, never choose to forget;
That black or white shell,
Same yolk we’ve got to produce
In our veins, same blood runs through.
Your white, you never chose
My black, a divine gift
Pleasing and beautiful are both
Why then the racial discriminations and rifts?
In harmony that knows no culture
In unity that mocks no race
In love that ridicules no colour
We can all build humanity and set the pace.
Let's leave the fire of rivalism quenched
For unhealthy it is for our existence
Let's take the heat of racism off its meridian
And appreciate the green grasses from the other sides.
#BlackLivesMatters
#NoToRacism
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Inspiration: A T-shirt held by Barrack and Michelle Obama with the message: I Did Not Choose To Be Black, I Just Got Lucky
Listless, languid, bridled heart
Saddled with yesterday's sorrows
Shackling stirrups hold my feet in drowning quicksand
Monotonous misery holds the reins of my fate
Haltered by grief; lassoed by suffering
Struggling as every bit of pain pulsates through my mind
Each rope, each strand pulls tighter the yarns of pricked spirit
Choked by the collar of despondency around my swollen glands
The trail is spliced with calamitous lifemarks
Fragile fronds of suffocating twine bind my steps
Asphyxiating plumes of acid flood my wounded soul
Dissonant chords warp senses; sounding melancholy chime
Body recoils as oppressive memories torture my psche
My restive thoughts are bound by the unforgiving chains of time
Pending doom wraps it's coils around my inner being
Smothering the promise of a brighter tomorrow
My Best Friend’s Lion Den
As my reclusive friend I know your nature
You don’t like anything or anyone or favor
To help you with this secluded kind of life
That is truly you. No!... It’s not a wife.
It’s not a turtle either my fine fellow
Though you need to lose your shell and be less shallow
When you go to sleep I’ll give my special gift to you
Perhaps perceived a bit eclectic, it is true
I’ll tie you up in twine and drive you to the zoo
Place you in the lion’s den
Make sure the critters have not been fed
Since you are my bestest of my bestest friends
And to that end
I’ll make sure you have a tranquilizer gun
That way you can have some fun
If you die, at least you tried
If you live, you will have great memories
Don’t worry; you don’t have to thank me
But if you do, please give me the gun
Remember, I was only having fun
Created on 12/24/14 for – “My Wish For You” - Poetry Contest
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
WOVEN IN THREADS OF LOVE’S FORGIVENESS
Time-tested love, bruised and battered,
Lay like littered crystals, sprawled out
Over the steel-plated stage of life—
Dismembered and crumbled—
Like stale cookies, whose particles have lost
Their electromagnetic-like attractiveness:-
Ingredients of envious spices,
Try to inhibit any and all adhesiveness,
That tough, threading love has kneaded:-
However, seaming forgiveness, knits
And weaves supreme love together:
Cocooning new soaring beginnings.
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings—
Soaring in monarch majesty—have conquered
Time-tested winds of trials and tribulations:-
Yes, “...to err is human…and to forgive, divine.”
May the weaving threads of supreme love, forever
Twine and bind, these blessed hearts of yours and mine:-
Our love—a tattered tapestry in twilight torn,
Blood-stained vows, I ne’er should have sworn.
Yet still, I grasp the ghost of hope long dead,
Whilst my heart lies trapped in love’s unraveling thread.
Our past—a patchwork of promises loosely sewn,
A mosaic of miseries, lies I shouldst have known.
Colors once radiant now washed and bled,
As sorrow’s heavy tears soak each tender thread.
Our vows—etched upon withered parchment thin,
Sealed my fate with sorrow’s sanguine pen.
With futile needle I sought to mend,
The pale, torn veil of love’s forsaken end.
Our souls—once spun upon seraphim loom,
Star-crossed lovers ‘neath empyrean moon.
As fate’s spindle spins tenebrous threads taut and thin,
O’ how I yearn to weave us whole again.
But thou—unwind the tethered twine,
That once bound thy haunted heart to mine.
Where art thou now my false Valentine?
Lost in the warp where truth and treachery entwine.
And though thou hast sundered our seams apart,
Thy name shall ever remain stitched in mine heart.
—Edward
WHISPERS OF YOUR SOUL
Gentle voice within-- murmurs to shake my thoughts
carrying me to a lair of lavenders and roses
as the wind sways choir with an echo painting poses
it matches the twinkling stars in their bright tons of shots
I shut my eyes from around to listen in silence
Hugging myself in surrender to ardent breeze of remember
tender are the words seeping slow in my heart's chamber
freeing me from dangling touches of conflict and shyness
Candy wrapped around these whispers permits me to move
for like a laughing water, it's lapping, caresses my ears.
ah! how it melt my tangled threads of salad fears!
Arising above to display an open jolly groove,
I breathe an ounce to utter a single prayer
to forever beget these nectarine whispers
where to timeless counts of thorns, I may not shiver
instead-- before despair, I will stand for I'm spared.
Upon twin trial pools of impossibles,
embrace my heart; oh! embrace my soul
Answer my yearning; fill me whole
for if I twine with you, I am unstoppable... !
©O. E. Guillermo
10:24 pm, December 14, 2014
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul
Placed 1st
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
I am not sure when I began to think,
but by the time I had reached six I was;
from horror, I was in a crannied chink,
having seen death take and that gave me pause.
I was so quiet within me but thought,
things swirled in my child's mind in the silence;
in my short life a battle has been fought,
but inward thoughts gave me self-reliance.
I have known that I am quite different,
and believed that my past has made me flawed;
now inward thinking is deliberate,
some think me odd but from dark I have clawed.
My thinking patterns are totally mine;
where with happiness, sorrow, grief- I twine.
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September 10, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Me, Myself and I
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-868-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Who am I Me ?
sponsor, Shreya LN, Judged 09/22/2021
Second Place
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020