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a natural awareness between Lilbrah and nature
graceful, winding, twisting surreal communication
Her favorites, the Lily of the Valley, comforted her eyes
Gently veined hands lent themselves
Calm, delicate, dainty frothy wedding petals
Of giant elegant, personified flowers not seen by some
Her piano playing hands grasped the stems
Freeing spiritual power of mother nature’s beauty
Purely innocent, she and these blossoms
Her natural snow hair as pure as a toddlers
Lilbrah listened to the membranes
United with naturalness of the summers day
Solstice once again letting her learn
earth’s thoughts through her well developed
inner knowing through the kindness of nature
My phone pings.
It's always on these random afternoons.
I don't know why I look for your name,
as if it were still a year ago.
It's almost reflexive,
as if the version of me
that hopelessly fell for you
has returned,
possessed,
ready to smile
at your flurry of messages.
I don't know why I listen for your voice,
as if twisting a stranger's shout
into yours
could bring you back
to my side.
God, she sounded like you.
Not half as precious, though.
I don't know why.
I don't exactly feel sad.
It's more like a helplessness-
so faint that
most of the time,
I wonder if it even exists.
But on these random, sunlit afternoons,
a quiet melancholy
flickers to life.
I know when that little red circle
appears again,
it'll be a red nose,
and I'll be the clown.
I don't know why,
but I'll still look
for the two hearts
next to the name
anyway.
but let's go back to this cadence that provokes my jumpy feet
a sweet sound
that turns my brown skin a little pale
and my cheeks a little rosy
and my throat a little hoarse and a little dry
a sweet sound
that weakens my limbs
and allows my inner demons to reside within
the heart provides
this sweet rhythmic sound
i may be a mad pagan girl
and la di da my love
tricking and twisting gravity
i no longer need to think each day and night
i fall free
my heart
sees
knows
connects
and reacts to all you are
who ever you are
and la di da my love
this mad pagan girl is fully aroused now
now that you're around
feed me my demented fantasy
with the use
and the force of your external limbs
and la di da my love
tonight just be
deeply and discreetly
involved and in tune with me
drive my insanity mad pagan boy
ram me into the ground
and then nail me into the wall
caressing all my other pains
far far away
One day, I went for a forest walk feeling sad,
there was a great heaviness in my heart;
I could not even express why I felt so bad,
but, I think my life was falling apart.
Soon, I came upon a gentle slow flowing stream
where a majestic old oak tree stood guard
I looked at the old tree like I was in a dream
oh, it seemed that a hundred birds- I heard
The ancient tree seemed to be thousands of years old
twisting gnarled branches were covered in moss
it was humbling and beautiful to behold
branches grew upwards and stretched wide across
Some branches fell into the ground then grew again
it was battle scarred from many a storm
and gave me such strength I said a prayer, amen
I lay beneath for hours and felt so warm
There was a peace within me that was uplifting
if this old oak tree can survive the years
then, why can I not send my pain and grief drifting
so, beneath this tree I let go of tears
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May 2, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Peace and Tranquility
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1248-208-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Brian's Choice 1
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Tinseled treats, hung from our Christmas tree.
Young, saucered eyes, just gleamed and shined
At the charming, twisting gold and silver art works.
For indeed, these are one of this holiday’s perks!
To a very young child, they whisper of things magical.
Swaying and dancing,they observe from Mother’s clavicle
And though speech, be not theirs, as of yet.
Their artistic sensibilities soar like a fine jet!
Add the scents of frankincense and myrrh,
You will be blessed to hear an infant purr.
Delighting in wonders of the Christmas season.
Every fiber of their being, dances with no reason.
12/2/2024
I found a chateau lawn once, teeming with charm
A MAZE it was, growing cluttered yet it had an air
Of much lushness TURNING the space into a hued mantle;
Where PATHS of herbage, bluebells, camellias sashayed
Like a vintage GARDEN set on cobblestone and ivy WALL.
Touches of grass here... firs, and jasmines there bloomed
Like shabby elegance which was never designed--
On the aisle, a SINUOUS bend led me to a wishing well
Creating a playful mood for birdsongs' rhythmic trills,
While dragonflies wheeled in pirouetted flight
That I, LOST in this finery recalled springtime glee
When my cousins' roguish play of hide-and-seek,
Mirrored their frolic, TWISTING reeling among weeds:
O reminisces gushed of colored florets TRAPPED
Within their scratched arms made me dream again,
About a youth's lawn which held me enthralled...
This wondrous PUZZLE of discovery I now keep, on my mind!
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Maze--19 Word Challenge Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
6/28/2020
Shadow Games
While my back was turned, you slipped into the store,
Went to the washroom, then out once more.
You could’ve retraced your steps, stayed out of sight,
But you leapt the chain—made sure I’d catch the sight.
You lingered at the door, a ghostly trace,
A fading whisper with a hollow face.
What brought you here to haunt my day?
A question that simply won’t fade away.
You played your part, a fleeting flame,
Four months of warmth then cold with blame.
Your caring ways was merely a disguise,
Before you cut me down with an icy goodbye.
You turned to ink, your spite set free,
Penned your poison for all to see.
An “OLEFOWL from Penal,” you bitterly said,
Twisting words, calling me ugly instead.
You mocked my name, spoke of wood,
Called me mad—just as you would.
You whispered lies about me to my relative
using venomous word dripping with fear.
You’ll read these lines, I know you will,
Clinging to your shattered thrill.
Your fractured mind deflects your pain—
Blaming me while chaos still remains.
written by mjm 2025/march
they warned me
against extremes
intensity must not be indulged
"Flying in between
is your safety scene
not too high
not too low
don't look too longingly below
don't fly too close
to the sea of his splendor
the blue green of his eyes
hypnotize, mesmerize
desire will dampen your wings
weighing you down
nor must you fly
too close to his passion
blazing bountiful in brilliance
his sensuality, a searing sun
will melt your wings; you'll come undone."
I should have listened
I should have known
Icarus ignited was I
My hubris lifted my higher
nothing seemed dire
overconfident in my ability
to fly away if need be...
your sensuality seduced me
drew me closer and closer
solar combustion on display
you would have your way
rays of radiant heat
in wave upon wave
emanated towards me
doused in desire
you set on fire
melting
melting
melting
burning turning twisting
writhing rigorously
pain and pleasure
came upon waves together
spiraling me out of control
seared straight to my soul
I fell
Oh, how I fell
from the apex into the swell
of the blue green sea of your eyes
sizzling fire subsiding
subsiding
awash in wetness
about to die
you hear me cry:
"I would do it again
and again
and again
today and any day
molten passion in my core
consuming, always wanting more
I know
you'd have me fly
again...
Icarus ignited
right up to your sky."
Eileen Manassian
"In Greek mythology, Icarus is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus' father warns him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea's dampness would not clog his wings or the sun's heat melt them. Icarus ignored his father's instructions not to fly too close to the sun, when the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea." Wikipedia
Many times challenged
mysteriously by life’s enigmas
multifaceted…
midst reality
maze along sinuous whereabouts…
mostly posing as a puzzle
meaningfully presented --- yet becoming
meaningless with twisting complexities or even
magical enclosed around wall of
make-believe pursuits…
my soul, wandering as a lost pilgrim
miserably trapped within web of unbelief
mourns to find divine paths…
Mercifully, I get rescued, while
my heart yearning for peace
miraculously finds freedom from
mighty* Saviour Who’s ready...
moment by moment --- turning
my enlightened faith toward His
majestic garden of replenishment…
making me strong now
more fervent to serve, blest...
ministering gladly, ascending
mount of triumph by God’s grace
magnified.
*Isaiah 60:16 …Thou shalt know that I the LORD am thy Saviour and thy Redeemer, the mighty One of Jacob.
June 29, 2020
5th place, "Maze - 10 Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by A Dear Heart; judged on 6/30/2020.
8/20/12
Another collaboration with Justin Connor. :) It’s fun pulling people into writing gory, creepiness—and them actually not minding. At least I don’t think he minds. ;)
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The ache is returning in full force
What is this horrid feeling?
And why does it leave a crooked smile on my face?
The itch is back, scratching lightly
I must satisfy the itch . . . I must
Two voices speak to me—
One telling me to spare the person’s life,
The other telling me to go for it
Pulled between these two voices
The emotions of life twisting
Lifting its ugly head at me
They don’t know I am here
Lifting my ugly head at them
Watching as they sip their drinks
Laughter toiling through my brain
Cruel laughter . . .
Why am I here?
Tell me I am not. . .
Grinded by the voices—bounded
My eyes flicker open to certainty
Then I see her
Among the rest
And the pressures of the ache grow
I am still conflicted between the two voices
But my mind always says to go for it
As if there is something I have to do
Something I need to do . . .