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A scientist once took to the skies,
With aerospace dreams and questioning whys.
He'd listen intently, a thoughtful façade,
Then go his own way—decisions, unflawed.
"Don’t argue!" he'd say, with wisdom so spry,
Yet soon he'd be caught in a passionate reply.
Papers unwritten, his ideas took flight,
But work clipped his wings before he could write.
He painted once, under a teacher’s gaze,
Brushed fleeting moments, like love’s passing phase.
Hearts he would chase with romantic embrace,
But Cupid, it seemed, had a brisker pace.
He speaks of greatness, of lessons profound,
Then segues to laundry and chores all around.
A couch-bound dreamer with active intent,
Age is the anchor; his will's not spent.
An inspiration wrapped in quirks and delight,
A tale of ambition, humor, and light.
Through all of his whims, one truth is clear:
Life's vibrant spark shines in him, year to year.
Jesus, the Christ, meek and lowly, came to earth
representing truth, He proved that He is God.
Holy, Holy, Holy, heaven praised our Savior's birth.
The trip was long, Mary’s patience was unflawed.
“Fear not, I bring you joy," the angel kept pace;
God's words, God's actions, God's will we can applaud.
Bethlehem, City of David, was the place,
bold start to conquer evil forevermore.
By faith one day we will see Christ face to face.
In love a crown of thorns our Redeemer wore.
with grace He faced the cross, forgave our offense.
Though His was short, eternal life is in store.
Sacred hope is sure, He will return and hence
Jesus will reign, Lord of Lords, as God’s Crown Prince.
She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.
Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul heard the compassionate decree of divinity,
and home she brought them to the Missionaries of Charity.
Decades ago she made alone her singular humane journey,
absorbed in fountain of joy the tears of the indigent and needy.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could surmise,
she received the Magsaysay and also the Nobel Peace Prize.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
caring universal mother entered the sanctum of sainthood sanctified,
for, to the world of the deprived she belonged divinely enticed,
and found a blessed place in the heart of Jesus Christ.
The mask I wear, a crafted porcelain guise,
Hides uncharted depths behind these shadowed eyes.
You glimpse the surface—an actor’s polished play—
But the soul beneath? He walks a world astray.
These laughter lines, etched scripts of light and cheer,
Conceal the wars I've waged, the silent fear.
My casual stride, a dance of practiced ease,
Cloaks ancient burdens, whispered on the breeze.
The tales I weave—a tapestry ornate—
Thread vivid joys, yet darker truths await.
Each word I speak, wrapped firm in bold disguise,
Veils restless doubts, unvoiced beneath the skies.
I long to strip this mask and let you peer
Into the fractured core, the flaws sincere.
Yet fear of scorn—a binding, spectral chain—
Keeps truths submerged in quiet, unseen rain.
Perhaps one day, in courage, I’ll reveal
The man unmasked—the wounds that time won’t heal.
Expose the jagged pieces—light and night—
And hope you’ll see a soul, both fierce and slight.
Until that hour, this visage I’ll sustain,
A nameless shadow, hiding depth and pain.
But know, beyond this painted, bright façade,
Dwells more than meets the eye—a soul unflawed.
This year apart from celebration
Why not aim for eternal jubilation
A life with Christ after salvation
Make a resolve to read Bible every day
Understand what it wishes to convey
Practice same for joyous doomsday
Gracious Lord came down to earth
As of goodness there was dearth
Wanted to bestow all a life of mirth
Every line of Bible, it's preaching
A perfect way of life it is teaching
If followed gives bliss far-reaching
Don't just say happy birthday to God
Understand your actions that are flawed
Practice scriptures lead life unflawed
That's the best gift you can give to Him
Your suffering it will dim, joy will brim
Effortlessly through life you'll swim
"It has been said that time heals, I do not agree with this,
emotional pain create scars, sad and sometimes beautiful;
invisible scars and we cope, but the scars are never gone."
Quote by _Poet
I have been running for most of my life,
but, once I was carefree, happy and unflawed;
until life stabbed my young heart with a knife,
for when my older sister died I was shock-awed.
From that day I was frozen in a silent tomb,
I was a little girl wrapped in a cloak of gloom;
too young to run away but I did in my mind,
could hear and see but inside me nothing twined.
I chose to run, but had I stayed . . .
When I was a teen I did run fast and far,
had no destination but I felt at last free;
the people I met were both nice and bizarre.
I walked the streets lost in a vast people sea.
Along the way I met a handsome man,
lived with him for awhile and then I ran.
Took a bus to another city quite busy,
where I met a guy who made my heart dizzy.
I chose to run, but had I stayed . . .
One day I realized what I was looking for,
so went home and knocked on my parent's door;
my family was so happy with love beautifully pure,
I held my parents and finally let my pain pour.
I chose to run, but should have stayed . . .
Had I stayed then I would have had support
I would known love and had a safe port
would not have wasted years running, running
and each one of my days would be stunning
well, as they say, it is never too late
by going home to family love I changed my fate
"Now, I embrace what made me a poet, my beautiful scars."
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November 03, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/I Have Beautiful Scars
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1498-781-03
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Chose to Run, But Had I Stayed
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 11/26/2022
Third Place
The risen sun invisible
Covered by clouds of gray
A spider web made visible
By wet particles this day
Its delicate intricate shape
Coated by tiny drops
Flowing on variable breeze
Like summer's rotation crops
First the droplets of fog flow east
Then they flow from the west
Then they fall downward to the ground
Or upon the porch's guest
Then the spider web gently flutters
Like a flag upon a pole
Stretched taunt to a near breaking point
Seemingly filled with holes
Breezes in opposing ripples
Push the web to the brink
Upon those breezes light moisture
Caught, the web doesn't sink
A human touches the web and sticks
Pulls away, the web folds
Waterdroplets lined up like beads
Upon a necklace of gold__
God's design is perfect unflawed
Mankind can choose his part
Which way will his choices lead
Will man use head or heart
The poem could stand with leaving the last stanza off but I am leaving it
even if it means disqualification..Three lines too many..
He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set stage
The eclipsed moon awed, let me give applaud
Spiritual thing broad, now staring unflawed
The eclipse was beautiful that long night
Years ago, when Luna flower bloomed white
As observed from my small place near the bight
Sad state of affairs, when man touched backstairs
With Him pain she shares, looks at moon upstairs
Hand on my behind at my old, old age
Left me distressed and somewhat confused, awed
Years pass, I don't cry during the dark night
Time has healed; talking with the Man upstairs
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE
Once upon her entering and exiting
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,
No adjustments needed...
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in every room, claiming, stealing all attention
Gorgeous green eyed-snake women start hissing,
Salivating, half-dog half-men, jaws stuck, stalled
Remember her...Oh, don't they all?
She and I, sometimes engage in
A carefully unscripted conversation
And so from mine own imagination...I will share
She leaves the world, with rare...souvenirs
Letting us know she was near
A trace of her intimidating yet inviting, invisible scent
Where her valuable diamond time was spent
But none free to spare
A lost, left behind, strand of hair
A walking razor
Her shadow click-clacks in,
Legs, classily crossed ladylike, saddled that lucky chair
Sipped only a pair of cocktails,
Her figure a musical note, a cursive signature,
Her FORM flows, dips smooth and full
Stunning, so easily capturing us all
Her smile, does accurately spell
The wonderful definition of the word Beautiful...
Look her up in the dictionary my friend
For she is a non-fictional woman
Strong-her world has gravitational pull you apart
Aquarius without a speck of ugliness
In February she effortlessly
Valentines a fool's heart
Can never look messily
That is quite improbably, an impossibility
Surreally painted together perfectly
Like a Dali nude canvass on art,
Breathing...responding...moving
Wonderful Mother Nature, knew exactly what she was doing
Marvelously done, on her part.