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I recall days long departed
When I was just a kid . . .
O, how I loved Mother's garden
I would run in the sun and play all day
Down paths now vanished . . .
I would lay spread-eagle on the scented grass
An emerald carpet laid just for me
I would creep among the shade trees
And climb to the highest branches
Where I would sit for hours and hours
Listening to the birds twitter and dance
I would pluck some blossoms
Place them in a pickle jar for Mother
And she would exclaim happily
At what a delightful child I was . . .
My childhood was full of happiness
Watching the little birds play in the bird bath
O, I remember it all so clear
But no more, now the garden is but a thorny field
And Mother has departed this realm
And I . . .
I grew up and found out that life is cruel
That happiness and delight are rare gems indeed
But . . .
In my mind and solitude
I am that skipping child again
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August 27, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Summer Fun
Copyright Protected, ID 08-416-523-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Sunrise breaks over the east so innocently as did the birth of creation
The Dawn rising to reclaim her throne from the night time's reign
Serenly, magestically, displaying her light as blinding as white linen
The chorus of the morning singing her praises, the return of the Queen
Fields dance in her warmth, their colors hightening from her touch
As the shadows run from view, a new vision of the day is born
Birds take to flight across the clouds of frosted blue and white
The world stirs, all is well
Sadly her reign is short lived
As sunset breaks over the east so innocently as did the first death
The dusk casting her blanket of darkness, the throne now set for the return of the King
Owls twitter as they awaken from their sleep
Nocturnal world answering the call of the Moon
And so the pattern continues
Life progresses
The Monarchy of the skies
Supreme in their own time and realms
One of silver one of gold
The treasure's of nature
For all to behold
God made Sunday a holy day of rest,
to kids it's playing baseball all noon
in the nearest field, unless it's very hot;
some don't care about going to church,
honor the Lord and carry the torch:
faith isn't strong: God's house is in ruin!
Twitter & Tic Toc have swayed their attention,
spiritual things mean little, they love having fun;
Daniel is ridiculed for reading the Holy Bible:
when he reads the psalms aloud, they tremble!
He was that obedient boy so respectful and faithful,
the unkept rascals looked at him with raging envy;
they always got in trouble, some went to county jail:
no parent visited them, he did and showed empathy!
That kid who robbed people and hid in an abandoned hut
confessed to his heinous crimes, the judge was complacent,
" Do not do this anymore, walk with God and pray a lot.";
he stood up saying " Even bad kids can learn what it right! "
Just when we thought that no rascal would turn to merciful God
and be sorry for all the bad things caused to himself and others:
redemption to set things straight starts with dignified moral intentions;
kids follow his example and change the disobedience you showed!
In this garden,
the roses have all withered,
the sparrows no longer twitter,
the day is dark and bitter.
In this garden,
a rusty gate swings in the wind,
a faded pinwheel gently spins,
a sad little girl swings within.
In this garden,
the trees are brown and rotten,
the youthful dreams forgotten,
and little tears fall often.
In this garden,
the land lies in dark repose,
the stream no longer flows,
and little eyes bear pain untold.
In this garden--
once, there was beauty here,
once, laughter flowed sweet and clear,
once, there was vigilance near.
© 05/22/2015 – Alesia Leach
Written for The Poet’s Shadow – Hosted by Greg Barden
Grandma : Hello. Is it you sunny, speak up I can't hear you
Grandson: Yes nanna its me. I am calling you from my car
Grandma: You are talking and driving, how is that possible
Grandson: I am using blue tooth nanna, so its ok,
Grandma: You're eating, driving and you have a blue tooth
(young people today, never heard of a dentist I tell ya !)
Grandson: I'm working on my book nanna, hired a ghost writer
(Dear God, he talks to ghosts like his late Uncle Georgio)
Grandma: You know your Uncle used to talk to fruit and now, you!
Grandson: No nanna I don't talk to fruit, he's my side kick
Grandma: Gian Carlo, when are you gonna toughen up
(he gets kicked in the ass by a ghost, shame shame )
Grandson : nanna I found him on twitter and he's not a hitter
Grandma: he chirps like a bird, so when are you coming
Grandson: look out your window nanna, I'm here
Grandma: Oh My is that really you Sunny, did you fly here?
Grandson: yes nanna I a here and I'm not a hologram,
Grandma: what ? ham ? I didn't make ham I made meatballs !
(wish he'd shut off that dam machine and just come in. )
The End.
Feb 19, 2021
When history records a legacy, in its lengthy ledger towards mankind.
That scroll may simplify complexity, with common survival foremost in mind.
It's a theme that traces an origin, to the very beginning with no end.
While it explores the numerous frailties, exhausting great resources to spend.
Throughout time, many have seen the contradiction, as destruction failed renew
Though efforts were outweighed by volume, from the infrared to ultraviolet blue
This pattern can be seen from antiquity, while preceding to modern day.
As it pierces the veil of technology, only to twitter away any decay.
What is seen is a consuming desire, almost innate in the culture without regret.
Since extinction dare not be contemplated, that would be better to just forget.
Here what's left vacant is the day present, with a past and any future to ignore.
And while myopic in focus & understanding, the greed falls short to restore.
So as I sit on the sidelines in observation, noting the folly of humanities fate.
My viewpoint is occasionally interrupted, by a future that just can't wait.
The solar storms are flaring up;
Charged particles assault the earth.
Plasma distorts magnetic fields;
Effects are felt from Nome to Perth.
A syndrome targets human hearts,
Apparently, the brain as well.
Incredulous, the truth departs
Like dolphins, with a fond farewell.
The correlate, a new vaccine,
Not likely to be causing death.
The flares, more likely, it’s been deemed,
To stop the heart and steal the breath.
And too, the temps are on the rise,
Not flares, good guess, but fossil fuels.
The sun, indignant, they surmise,
Fires bow shots at this ship of fools.
If all will simply buy EVs,
Or better yet, a brand new bike,
The land will heal of this disease,
But mask and boost your little tike.
Do they not know a gaslight burns,
Releasing CO2 on high?
Although it’s likely they’ll not learn,
The winds of change are drawing nigh.
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A somewhat tongue-in-cheek poem based on a silly Twitter post from NewScience (or a parody, who knows anymore) suggesting that the
increased Sudden Adult Death Syndrome is attributed to solar flare
activlty... Remember, everything on the interwebs is true :-)
I dwell between two major figures
Where twenty borders twenty-one
A child of age bygone, it figures
What I lived through can’t be undone
I keep on seeing a commotion
A whirl, a trend that leaves me awed
Perpetual flow, mankind’s motion
It’s weird, puzzling, odious, odd
One’s mom and dad aren’t in the picture
YouTube will teach you every trick
By God, the influencer’s scripture
Takes over you, you get a kick
This is the century of sexes
And not just two, but whole bunch
Imagine that, all intersexes
Try as you may, there isn’t a hunch
The time of minds torn to pieces
Boyhood and girlhood wounded bad
The schools dispense wokeism feces
With moral guidance preached by cads
We witnessed honor compass breaking
We held it close, it showed the way
Precedes disaster in the making
Whole generation washed away
The country borders - simply lines
On map they run, ramparts they’re not
So, hordes ignore the border signs
Without fear of being caught
The world got smaller, can't go places
Where danger lurks with bated breath
Inflation earnings outpaces
To stay afloat – work to death
What’s gone is privacy, forever
And cam now lives on every pole
I couldn’t imagine, never ever
That every car shall run on coal
The Paly flag would stand for hatred
And Star of David – Nazi sign
The Holy Land – no longer sacred
And being Jew means get maligned
Don’t have to be, just make impression
Puffed cheeks and chest – signs of success
Distinguish lies from truth, big question
And states of ‘blue’ are in distress
The money isn’t worth the paper
Go buy some groceries and see
Subscribe, watch, comment is the caper
Go steal from store and then run free
A million voices telling tales
On what to buy, cook, wear - sweet talk
Taste, think, use, carry – with details
In billion phones around the clock
You owe your life to rabid viewers
Can never stop, content is king
Most weird acts attract YouTubers
While bank account goes ‘cha-ching’
Forever jealous, mean and bitter
This ain’t my way and never be
All worthy news are found on Twitter
To filter noise is the key
Elections screwed and prosecutions
This crazy world, it goes awry
Mankind engulfed by evolution
The times, in which we live and die
May 27, 2024
There ought to be a law
If CEOs ignore firestorm conflagrations
expanding in strength
and endurance
And ignore wet windstorms
wiping out resident populations,
humane and Republican
and otherwise,
If CEOs meanwhile invest all their twitter toilet time
and anti-green revolutionary rallies
expanding hate conflagrations
of disinformation
against their patriotic healthy opposition,
and not one unmediated word,
much less "praying with feet" investment
in ecological and theological economic therapy,
multicultural healing sins of Great White Fathers,
Then we get to choose
a healthier,
more sane,
more loyal,
more invested,
more committed to health and happiness,
less treasonous
CEO.
And he gets to choose
a healthier,
more sane,
less fractured
therapeutic habitat.
There I was living out in the country
just me with my parents just us three
not a lot of folk would drop in
so the postman was welcome to see
Every day came in from my work
first thing I thought what's the post
I loved receiving a letter or anything
just something with a stamp the most
Even in my sleep through the night
I would dream of receiving a letter
just with my name at the top
made me glad so much the better
I used to buy my music by mail order
so loved to get by tape or LP form
also joined a penpal club real fab
this was great too loved it real storm
But things move on now to hi-tech
texts, twitter, facebook including email
it's totally changed really so very much
still memories last of "post it please" never fail!
(Just some thoughts on my early years and how much post meant to me. )