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There is a feeling in the air that tells us that destiny is drawing near; there is a hole in the ground that points us to what is going around. The moments dissolve quickly and the universe is feeling happy, but when life pulls you down, remembers that the heavens will never fall down. The corners and the back are strong, but the sides and the center are your best guide and the moments will keep you alive.
The wind is blowing through the trees, and the water has risen up to my knees, the east and the west are taking their rest, but the north and the south are getting ready to shout. It is the energy you feel when you walk down the street, you hold your head up high when in moments when you to want to cry.
The wind is blowing and it is taking me to where I am going. The wind is blowing and the plants are growing, there are several irons in the fire, and the branches are burning. The wind is moving fast, and everyone is emerging from the dark, the tension is high and the clouds are hanging in the sky. I struggle for the first hour, but when the forces were gone, I could gallivant all over the sprawling lawn.
Come with me to the stream and let me fulfill your ultimate dream, come with me to the stream and let me mirror your dream childhood dreams. The stakes are high, but the universe will walk with you and see you through.
The heat is sweltering around me, and sweat is running all over me, soaking my head straight down to the ground but big Ben was just in time to lift me up from the ground. the wind is blowing and my heart is growing, the wind is blowing and the forces are back to elevate me to the top so seizes the moment for that is all you have got.
The wind is blowing, and I know where I am going
Have you ever watched a loved one die
Have you ever wished a loved one rather really died
To witness the one you knew in his might slowly become an enervated zombie
It is heart wrenching.
A miniature Atlas I esteemed his world high
Held it up to where it touched lips with the sky
Godlike in my eyes
He was devine,majestic,cool
Celestial,I looked up to him
His capabilities ran infinite
It was the saddest to find out one day that the one I thought could do no wrong,erred.
It is a must that we all eventually come to a revelation that all our idols are mere men of flesh
But to have them fall and shatter to pieces of rock
It is traumatising to a boy
God couldn't you have spared me the same fate
Stumbling in through the doors late in the nights
Eyes red
Reeking of alcohol
Rambling on
All pathetic
Tragic
I swear the sight of you in a coffin could have scarred me less
Where is the person I knew
You are here but not really
Form:
Press Play
It's like a movie
Stop , fast , forward, rewind
Play it back that's what you say all the time
Stop right there that's my favorite part
You keep rewinding before it start (haha)
Some parts make you sad
Others make you happy
Others part comfort you
When you feeling crappy
The movie set the mood it sets a tone
No interruptions while it's on on
I can watch movies or watch you everyday
You're my favorite part all I do is press Play
Chorus
Press Play
Then Stop
You have the perfect shot
You are my favorite part everyday
All I want to do is press Play
Verse 2
There's a lot
Of Genres to watch
But sometimes with you
Romantic will do,
I like drama and horror
I like knowing that I'll be waking up to you tomorrow
I like the trailers , I love the thrill
I love how you continuously keep it real
You are appealing
I am appalled
This your shot you can have it all
When I speak of it all
I mean everything
It's timing in everything
You are the director
I'm a part of the cast
Loving that this last
Our life is like a movie ??
All I want you to do is press Play
Chorus
Press Play
Then Stop
You have the perfect shot
You are my favorite part everyday
All I want to do is press Play
Hook
You're my favorite script
My favorite part
You had me from the start
(Repeat 1x)
Chorus
Press Play
Then Stop
You have the perfect shot
You are my favorite part everyday
All I want to do is press Play
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
09/06/2021
Being in the will of God means changing your mind
Leaving all your trouble behind
Start Over
When you've failed to trust God to walk in His will
When you felt His hand day by day
But your steps take you another way
Start Over
When you've made your plans and they've gone astray
When you've tried to do your best and can get no rest
When you've failed yourself and you don't know what to do
Start Over
When you've told your friends what you plan to do
When you've trusted them and they did not come through
And now you all alone and it's up to you
Start Over
When you've failed your children and they did you to
When you've done your best and it turned out a mess
When your children are grown and you're all alone
Start Over
When you've prayed to God so you can know His will
When you've prayed and prayed day by day
When you want to stop cause you've had your fill
Start Over
When you think you've finished and want to quit
When you've bottomed out and begin to shout
When you've tried and tried to get out
Start Over
Starting over means Victories won!
Starting over means a race well run!
Starting over means God's will be done!
Starting over means I'm His son!
So don't just sit there!
START OVER, START OVER, START OVER!!!
My morning walk was a little different today…there wasn’t a hint of a breeze.
not one animal crossed my path…there were no birds singing in the trees.
The clouds had blanketed the moon and stars…shutting off their light
which left me walking all alone in the dark and the silence of the night.
When I realized what was happening I stopped to breath in the silence where I stood.
Then, so as not to disturb that silence, I walked on…as softly as I could.
Every now and then I closed my eyes…trying with silence to attune….
Soon, I happily found silence engulfing me…as the clouds engulfed the moon.
I love how nature provides me bird songs on my walk as I begin my day
I love how she sends rabbits across my path to talk to along the way.
I love looking up to see her stars and moon…
all of this, for years, I’ve happily conceded…
But this morning I love how she knew to blanket me in silence…
how she knew silence was all I needed.
The Calidonian Hotel
or the Cali or the Freedom Hotel to Aussies
a historic place in Singleton NSW Australia, a mining town
the landlord is Brad Hill, who believes in Aussie freedom
and freedom for all
its a family hotel, with good food, beer and atmosphere
oldest hotel in the district, licensed in 1949
said to be haunted
smells of perfume, a light touch
a disappearing man
voices calling but no one is there, sudden gusts of wind
but never mind all that
the Cali stands up for freedom
and those standing for freedom
freedom of choice, movement, speech, expression
freedom to work, to provide, to travel, and every other freedom
no segregation, no discrimination, supporter of United We Stand
and Freedom Australia
one country, one flag, one people united and brave
standing up to government corruption and for Aussie people
it is a breath of fresh air
an excellent example of taking a stand
for what is right with pride ...
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November 20, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Cali's Freedom Stand
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1503-571-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Freedoms Pub
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 01/09/2023
First Place
I don’t know where it all began?
But I know I’m a dead man
Woke up to find she poured brake fluid all over my van.
Now I’m ducking and dodging the frying pan
My head’s got a lump from a, what I thought was a miss aimed tuna can
I broke the woman’s cardinal rule
I shouldn’t have done it, I know, I know, I’m a fool
Now I’m going to get my ass kicked by an ass whipping mule
I ducked and left behind my front teeth wedged in a stool
I am standing in a blood pool
She should have worn out by now, she must be tired
But a burst of energy the woman’s gone wild
She’s cross eyed and crying like a child
Sh-t she just knocked out three teeth I shouldn’t have smiled.
Dam! she got me, I’m dizzy on my knees
Everything is going dark but I can hear my mouth begging please!
Now she got my nuts in a squeeze
And the only expression I can come out with is GEEZ!!!
There I was gramercy
A wild woman with not mercy
Had a knife in one hand and in the other my Percy
It all started when she asked me to help her friend spread fake tan lotion
Then she saw two hand prints on her friend’s ass and it sparked the commotion
She came at me like a locomotion
At the time she said she was overwhelmed by her emotion
I was battered beyond repair
When her friend came to the rescue, my cries of despair
And told my girlfriend “I bought them with the hands printed on this jean wear.”
I collapsed to the floor whispering “not fair”
Now they call me the $6000 dollar man
With a permanent print of a fish on the head from the tuna can
A horizontal stroll through life
is one way to do it,
fairly safe for you.
Stepping sideways, carefully
avoiding catastrophe;
such as falling off the roof
or plunging through the floor.
Things you have not done before,
or even wish to do.
A vertical sprint to life hints at an edge,
living life up to it!
Climbing and striving artfully, also
avoiding catastrophe.
Things you have not done before;
learning that falling or plunging
may be things you adore.
Perhaps a combination jog is best,
neither perpendicular nor parallel;
a sort of sprint-stroll, or stray-dash,
which also includes a rest.
All things you have done before,
or wish to, or wish not to do.
Whether up or down or side to side,
your walk is always you.
You dance in colours
Your dance is the dance of nature
Your beauty is like converging wings in contours
And succulent nectar you slowly nurture.
The bees come
Humming their persistent greeting
The butterflies come
Converging in sucking meeting –
Like young lovers
Into your secret bed their fangs nuzzle
Yet these lovers
Because of your nature did puzzle.
Gentle rose
Why did mighty nature
Hold you up to ridicule?
Blooming rose
Why did brave nature
Create your riddle?
That when beauty is the ripest
Then becomes beauty the saddest!
That when life is the sweetest
Then becomes life the shortest!
For twenty years, he was my joy
a member of our family...
A living thing, my precious toy
with heart of gold, eyes just for me.
A stray he was midst fire debris.
For twenty years, he was my joy;
was rescued and brought home to be
my loving cat...a mama's boy.
My chin he'd stroke, so sweet and coy
each night when he curled up to sleep.
For twenty years, he was my joy;
at dawn, my cheek, he'd gently sweep.
That day did come to break my heart.
My dear, sweet Charlie, precious boy,
at our vet's office, we would part...
for twenty years, he was my joy.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/16/2017