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Shattered and mangled are my wings,
Forlorn is my trembling heartbroken soul;
I am crushed and humbled, torn apart,
Life has left me broken and lost.
O, listen to my weeping.
I have followed the vine of my life,
Each delicate leaf has been a treasure;
Twining through the chapters of my journey;
Each sadness is a poem to be written.
O, wipe away my tears.
The vine leads me down a winding road,
To names engraved in stone for eternity;
But each sadness has given my soul a voice,
Sorrow and pain drip from my pen.
O, the dripping sadness.
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September 28, 2013
Poetry/Verse/O, The Dripping Sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 09-508-783-28
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
I found myself walking in a green magical forest,
with bright flowers and creeping vines everywhere;
the trees were breathing and the flowers whispering,
and those vines were moving- twining toward me.
I had gone to bed and grandma had tucked me in,
under my patchwork quilt I lay on my pillows;
I really loved my attic room and all my toys and pets,
especially Flippy Flop my cat and Dippy Dot my dog . . .
I read for a bit under my fancy lamp until my eyes closed,
then Teddy, nudged me and said- lets go on a journey
so, off we went with everyone following, oh dear, I said,
there was Flippy Flop, Dippy Dot, Teddy and all my toys too.
The rabbits, dolls, puppet soldiers, and three white horses,
we walked along- a long parade into the magical forest;
suddenly, my blue bird was flying over and a fairy doll too,
we went deeper and deeper into the green, oh dear, I said.
Along the way we stopped to chat with the trees and flowers,
the vines caressed us with tickles- little creatures giggled;
we saw pretty things like a gang of butterflies fluttering,
and hummingbirds whirling their wings so fast we laughed.
On and on we went until my eyes closed because I was sleepy,
Teddy, can we please go home, I miss my bed and pillows . . .
In the morning, Teddy was tucked in beside me and I kissed him,
Flippy Flop and Dippy Dot guarded me and all my toys watched.
Grandma came to wake me, asking sweet- how was your sleep,
I answered, GREAT, I went on a journey, and she just smiled;
It was time to get up for the day but I could not wait until bedtime,
and another journey with my pets, Teddy and my toys following.
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January 24, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/A Magical Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1107-663-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Fairy Tale For Children
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
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Submitted to Strand Select G
Brian Strand
Second Place
LEAVING A KISS
Shall I leave you a kiss?
Kiss that flowers a love forevermore.
Love that long been just figments of doubts
but if it is you, I will plant my trust.
Sweet tasty things be stirring in hush.
Pathways twisted shall flourish as they uncoil.
Readying a road for baby passion to freely swirl
Emotions constellate shimmering rainbow bright
Moonshine thrives magnifying fine wine delight
If gnawing beastly storms seeps then enclose
breaking to pieces the sky, the sea and our earth
Bitter tears will spill flooding veins in dark haste
slowly killing everything that grows
But upon love kiss on lips of faith and hope
a spark shall dwell cracking perpetual life
banging the taunts twining pain and strife
Resurrecting progress in blooms of green and red
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(c) OLive Eloisa
2:57pm
September 09,2014
Contest Name The Poet II
THEME: LEAVE YOU A KISS
Placed 4th
POEM OF THE DAY -- SEPTEMBER 14, 2014
Fragments, and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces."
by John Ruskin, 1853
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your dark fathomless eyes
and that deep melodic voice
were magic for my soul
oh. those lovely walks along the beach
talking about whatever
resting in our special place
where we lay beneath a weeping willow tree
for hours
with a perfect blue azure sky over us
and a gentle breeze caressing our skin
oh, this is a memory beautiful
a fragment, a crumb of life
then, you kissed my waiting lips
whispering sweet words
and we were lost in our love
lulled by singing birds
and like vines twining, growing together
so did our love . . .
oh, I wish I could freeze time
for today . . .
I weep at your tomb
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August 24, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/lost in our love
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1281-035-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (27)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with steamy sultry life, and
I am one with nature and with the green drifting water . . .
oh, the soft moss and the wet lime ferns caress me
and I float in tranquility where beneath me reeds are swaying
in the many hues of green
like juniper, sage, olive and pine . . .
see the emerald of a little frog- the brown of a crocodile
the yellow little fish that kiss my toes
that lovely red flower- careful of the orange snake slithering
a fluttering purple butterfly- a blue bird singing sweetly
and twining vines meandering in the dripping foliage . . .
my sage eyes whisper- come fall into the lush with me
I will take you to a world of utter peace
where all shades of green mingle and entwine
but beware, for I am not of this world anymore . . .
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May 18, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/shades of green
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1109-228-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Contest, Ultimate Jan. 2019 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Spouse, not just a word,
A feeling, a call to partnership,
Right, you heard.
A journey together,
Making folklore, many memories later,
Friend for all weather.
Time for shared responsibilities,
for her, for him and of course twining
Have faith in abilities.
Presenting moments to learn,
Many more to unlearn, reinvent,
Someday yearn.
Spouse supports you,
On your journey, through thick & thin,
Isn’t it true?
Through ups & downs,
Life’s unpredictable shocks & bolts
With spouse, no frowns!
When life is happy & gay,
Sunshine bright, smells so right,
Ecstasy at play.
So, guys admire & respect,
A bond so surreal, thy part not in heaven or realm of spirits
No fences to erect!
and in my dream- I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the aqua drifting water
Oh, the soft moss and the wet lime ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me water reeds grow, swaying
so many hues of greens and colors dwelling in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, blue, pine . . .
emerald green of a little frog and dark brown of a crocodile
small yellow little fish kiss my toes- a lovely fushia flower
an orange snake slithers, a fluttering purple butterfly
a blue birds sings sweetly- green twining vines
meandering in the dark foliage, my sage eyes whisper
come fall into the lush depths with me, I will take you to a world full of
utter peace where all beautiful shades of nature mingle and entwine.
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Contest 231
Second Place
I am but a name engraved upon this cold mossy stone,
a hundred years have passed, a hundred years-
and the world has fallen.
The forests have been replaced with buildings shimmering,
waterways are brown and green with pollution-
and people do not drive cars, cars drive them;
even some have fled for Mars,
and the world has fallen.
Volcanoes have buried cities and rivers have taken the land,
mighty storms have swept away homes and towns-
sink holes, mud slides, quakes have swallowed the Earth;
and the world has fallen.
But, I am but a name engraved for a hundred years my dear,
the bones of a girl who lived with beauty-
and the world has fallen.
No footsteps fall upon my grave, not even a squirrel,
no pretty birds sing me a song from above-
and what is left of nature has claimed me as her own;
with twining vines and thick roots,
and the world has fallen.
I am but a name engraved upon this cold mossy stone,
a hundred years have passed, a hundred years-
and the world has fallen.
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May 19, 2018
Poetry/Personification/and the world has changed
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1023-435-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, In 100 Years
sponsor, Brian Davey
Fifth Place
Impressed upon those desert dunes
that stretch back o'er the years,
my lonely prints hear fading tunes
as sand seals wind-swept fears.
A fervid gust comes whisking past,
disrupting settled pains.
Warmth enwraps my heart at last,
emitting torrid rains.
No fair mirage could conjure this
I taste from deepest springs.
No cactus thorn could pierce this bliss
that hearts at risk can bring.
This arid wasteland starts to thrive
as streams of ardor flow.
No dreams of grace must I contrive
for blooms of love now grow.
A splendor-realm from 'twining roots
has breadth beyond this land
where passion's sky-borne geyser shoots
erupt from burning sand.
A beautiful oasis shines
where barren ground once laid.
A set of footprints now defines
the melody that’s played.
Without God's Living Light nothing can grow-
I love all plants, and grow many,
especially love green;
and inside my home are plenty,
for sweet twining vines- keen !
But need the light of sun,
for without there is none;
all my plants dead and done !
God's light enchants,
I love all plants !
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March 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Quietus +1 line/God's Light Enchants
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-682-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022,Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Living Light
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/18/2022