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Why am I
unlucky in love?
I try my best
to be myself.
No one to join me
for some fun.
I'm easy going.
come on hon'.
All joking aside,
I'm all alone.
All take for granted
what I don't own.
Someone to hold me
close at night.
Someone to know
when things aren't right.
Someone to help me
with the bills.
Someone to look up to.
Someone to thrill.
Someone who gets
my weird jokes.
Someone to protect.
Someone to provoke
all my feelings
from deep inside.
All my desires.
All I hide.
I've missed out.
Are you there?
One who gets me.
One who cares.
Before I give up
please,
step forward...
If you dare!
The world and all its splendor where life begins
Human Beings of all and those who I call friends
America our diverse country and all that she defends
Nights and days of the week especially the weekend
Knowing those who I can count on until the bitter end
Family first is a favorite motto that I often recommend
Underneath the covers and snuggled up to her rear end
Love above all to say the least not fake or pretend
Flowers and trees mixed with the sky and how they blend
Old muscle cars with big motors and a shiny chrome front end
Reading poetry from The Soup often over, and over again
Written for poetry contest "I Am Thankful For.." 11/24/2024
Hosted by: Tania Kichen Form: Rhyme Acrostic
Somewhere in the pretty petty imaginary illusion of delusion
There lies a truth an edifice of search between obtuse confusion
Windows like brick walls and concrete blocks birthing the light
Nails to be nailed screws to be screwed with monumental sight
A life a building fortress sand castle beach hut nutter’s dream
Maybe a prison with towers barbed wire fences mindful scream
Some multi storied paradise no choke on apple’s stem or core
No passion fruit in torture chambers shackles behind and to the fore
No hidden attic and no cellar no stellar fantasy no quick descent
For now simply one dimension deserted plain hopes to ferment
Scraping no skies a cave hovel card board box a bombed out grave
Nothing to hold onto no graces left spent and ravished naught to save
Is it magic thought provoked delusion of illusion alluded distortion
Who knows does it matter I suppose it does in incomplete reapportion
Some are born in a manger on the fields of labour some with a silver spoon
Surely some would rather have foundations a ceiling not some lonely moon
Get me not wrong as singing the praises of romantic poverty and dearth
Icy cold and freezing bones do not bear up to sound safe privilege in birth
Yet from the scraping nib and luxury of pen in hand and philosophic mind
Not wishing to lack compassion nor cementing over cracks so misaligned
We are the builders of our lives to some extent despite the vagaries so vast
Can we find a staircase upwards some sliding pole to reach out for the past
In such compassion regardless of painful structures and abandoned need
Is some notion some motion of change and nourishment star dust to feed
In God we trust nihilism architecture Karma fate Nirvana hard core grind?
No valid answers but questions loving search for quiet mindfulness in kind
Things get simple later in life...
OK, not everything gets simple
But emotions distill to their essence
There's no time anymore for the noise
While fighting to filter things out from the background
And background is what you've worked on a lifetime so far
Like picking out from the multitude that one perfect star
The one that aligns with the orbit you've found
With your head in the space where your feet found the ground
And all of your wandering brought you right here
To the point on this sphere where the tears in your eyes
Don't dim the reflection of the path you've been on
Leading up to this point where things all boil down
Reducing your life to the importance of focus
Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight
This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism
They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist
Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety
Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion
Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad
Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile
Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry
You passed the brink, crossed heaven's stair,
Oh Mother, Mother! Meet me there!
For nigh ten years are in between
Since your face was earthbound seen
Memories wake, such deep despair...
But Mother, Mother, meet me there
For sweet the promise, deep the Palm
My scars are His, He wields the balm
Dries tears, those tears were mine to hide
Poured from the spear wound in His side
You sought Him, thought Him, Savior Dear
And now you're with Him, He is here
He'll mend the broken, Heal the pain
And lift us up to life again
My heart was shattered, but God's grace shared
And others wounded, have sore worse fared
Much deeper wounds, than ever I
Who sought your love, and lullaby
But Mother still, a faith we share
Oh Mother, Mother! Meet me there!
There was a beautiful sunbeam shining thru the trees
A beautiful sunbeam that woke up my daughter and me.
The sunbeams woke up the flowers on the ground
The only place this scent could be found.
Living in the city , you only get smoke and smog
And in the mornings you get the fog.
Waking up thou- in all of gods creations
Makes you shiver with anticipation.
The sounds of the birds chirping in the trees
All singing in harmony.
The squirrels searching for food to store
But they had gathered it all up
And there wasn’t any more.
The frogs sitting on the lily pads
With more than enough insects
Keeping them glad.
Then the sunbeam reflected off the flowing brook
Seeing this was all it took.
We jumped up and out of our sleeping bags
We was excited, we was glad.
All year long we waited for this day
To go to the woods, to jump and play.
As we prepared our breakfast
Gods creatures were all coming around
We did not see them, for they made no sounds.
We looked up and they were gathered all around our camp
Watching what we was doing
And their presence was so soothing.
My daughter started throwing bread to all that were around.
And in us, a new friend they had found.
There were squirrels, raccoons, rabbits and a possum or two.
Wondering what we was up to.
Then we looked up into the trees
And there was that magical sunbeam.
It shown its light right where we was camped
The grass is so beautiful when it is damp.
The rays of light playing games on the dew drops
We didn’t want this moment to ever stop.
My daughter said it reminded her of
The fairy tale “ sleeping beauty”
It was the perfect setting - for she is a “cutie”.
After we all had something to eat
We gathered up our backpacks
And left them some treats.
That day we explored all of gods beauties
On the mountain trails.
We knew we’d be back- we would not fail.
This one memory in our minds would forever last
For god had shown us his perfect “cast”.
"And he (Jesus) said to them. Be not afraid. You seek Jesus
who was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place
where they laid him." Mark 16:6
visualize in your mind
Jesus being crucified
oh, what pain he endured for us
to erase the sins of the world
until he uttered to his father
it is done . . .
but before there so much to weep about
think about the name calling
the cruelty and beatings he endured
the endless cruel whippings in the square
the pool of his blood that his mother wiped up
the placing of a crown of thorns on his head
by the drunken soldiers
the walk through the city dragging that heavy cross
while being beaten with whips all the way
given no mercy, water, or rest when he fell
and at last reaching the place
and then being nailed to that cross
his arms bound by ropes
his arms dislocated
so his hands could be in a better position for nails
and his feet crossed and also nailed
and then he was raised up
and they waited for him to die
visualize that ...
they stabbed him with a sword
to make sure he was dead
and he bled water not blood
later he was taken to a cave tomb
and a round rock placed at the entrance
but he rose from the dead
and walked among the people
and then Jesus rose up to heaven
to be with his father again
he was killed because he preached
of peace and life everlasting
and his power was feared
think about that sweet baby born in a stable
that little boy growing within the love of his mother
that young man learning of his purpose
when you look at nature
the trees and flowers blooming
and the blue oceans and seas
the rain, the wind, and the snow
the skies and clouds
the moon and stars
the seasons changing
and all the beautiful creatures
and all the people in this world
created for us by God
so, on Easter celebrate the resurrection
of Jesus with joy and thankfulness
"Jesus said ... I am the resurrection and the life, he who
believes in me will live even if he dies." John, 11:25
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March 15, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/He Is Risen
Copyright Protected ID, 03-1531-723-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Easter
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged, 04/08/2023
First Place
Brooding, unlit and unkempt
A house that is daylight exempt
Sits three doors down from the park
Its doors and its windows are dark
Weekly a grocer arrives
Drops off a bag of supplies
The door opens not very wide
A hand pulls the shopping inside
Neighbours still say tongue in cheek
That’s the highlight of the week
It’s what happens once every year
That fills local children with fear
It shuffles out onto the street
With Wellington boots on its feet
A wizened old thing with a stoop
Its head doesn’t raise from a droop
It makes an incongruous sight
As it strolls looking not left nor right
In clothes dirty brown, who would think
It would tote a small coat that is pink
And just as the street lamps alight
Portending the coming of night
’tis said that he walks in the dark
To grab a young kid in the park
*
And then at the lake his step doesn't break
He simply walks into the water
And as it gets colder the coat on his shoulder
He wraps ’round his long missing daughter
*
A brief but chilled wind whispers, ‘Daisy’
The lake’s surface mist rises hazy
The breeze hums along to a young girl’s song
But the old man and young girl are gone
Emerging from behind a hedge
Kids hurry up to the edge
The bravest one reaches to take
A little pink coat from the lake
***
It’s what happens once every year
That fills local children with fear
It shuffles out onto the street
With Wellington boots on its feet
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[Wellington boots = Rubber boots]
CALM
When all the world seemed calm
The starlight met the dew
Birds chirps, did compete for tweets.
but sounded cheerfully sweet.
Cars moving slowly TO and FRO
Not much hustle in human bustle.
Not much chaos in the dawn.
Mommy would be cooking breakfast;
Children stretched, pondered, and yawn.
Eggs were fresh, and food was good.
Water with minerals, clean and pure.
All the world seemed calm back then...
I guess 1959-Was the calm before the storm.
1949 is the year after I was born,
Music took a leap of faith,
and blues became my poem.
Things still followed natural order,
Had not yet fully fell apart.
Then chaos interrupted peace-
We heard words like” Iron-Curtain” ...
So things were calm no more...Unstable and Uncertain.
The air was clean no more-- Bedtime stories, read no more
Air raids became our theme;
Children screamed; Knelt in darkened corners,
Clenched teeth, until the game was done.
Closed eyes, gave sighs, knees tucked between our thighs
We used folded arms to protect our heads-
That’s how we were prepared.
Waking up to induced nightmares;
Of the warmongers shrilly call.
Living among the living -dead.
“No more calm at all” ...