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Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
Minute by minute,I saw my preciuos
existence slip away with the speed
of a stupendous shooting star across
a promising life...yet so unfulfilled and hollow;
wasn't my birthright relinquished
to an undeserved punishment and sorrow?
Why wouldn't anyone be resilient and
alleviate my agony and atrocious pain...
to confront a stark and unfair fate?
I can remember the unjustified hurt
clinging to many unacceptable exscuses;
and weren't there spendid dreams,
flourishing amid lonely and uncertain days,
wanting to ascape and become real?
Years by years misfortunes made me
give up all the incredible joys,of a naive boy,
that I longed for desperately;
I straddled to neither please life nor me,
to see reality wrapped up in mystery
constraining my neutral pesonality...
Breath by breath life allowed me
to live by its harsh rules...to teach me
unlearned lessons and I paid the highest
prize of all; and was it really worth
putting my trust in that confident voice,
and neglect the purpose of my strides?
Looking back,with regret,
on a wasted childhood that made me lame
by a blunt destiny;
languish and lament
impoverished my sentiment:
chocking me with their final,implicit word!
I decided to assume
the role of dreamer without dreams,
to take on the appearance of winner:
relying on vague assumptions
that turned me into the silent weeper,
who watched its thin shadow loom...
Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
rippling stream heart,
inducing isthmus of,
harrowing bereavement,
blue vault fluke
surreal concoction,
shrouded in mystique,
enigmatic shroud,
shrouded pang,
otherworldly episode
The past has been an embarrassing blooper
Spying on the present like a jealous snooper
Never been much of a promise keeper
Turning soon into a miserable weeper
Bragging always about the good old days
Urging the present to sing its praise.
Future gives hope but keeps on guessing
Compared to present it's quite a blessing!
Dreams endlessly in heavenly places
Showers with love ambiguous graces
Promises nothing that's worth anything
Mesmerizes coyly obscuring everything.
Present tells tales about the past and the future
It can be a keeper, weeper, or a dream maker
Or cruel, hate, hell, despair, grasping for air
Or hope, love, joy, heaven, granting a prayer.
August 9, 2017
a girl - a word picking storyteller, a writer of dripping emotions
a poet - of penning poems of sadness, of nature and of my life
a sketcher - of nature, of birds, of swaying flowers and trees
a painter - with hope that practice, practice will improve my skill
a photographer - cannot resist zooming in on all things I find
a spiritual - ethereal, unworldly, fragile girl, unique, and unforgettable
a collector - of vintage or anything old like jewelry, dishes and books
a daughter - mom and dad, are you watching me from above?
a granddaughter - grandma you said write it and I never stopped
a mother - to a baby boy who never saw the blue azure sky
a wife - to a name engraved in stone, a love death cannot destroy
a sister - family is everything, and I press them close to my heart
a friend - devoted, in me you will find loyalty, trust and love
a gardener - from seedlings, to plants, to my tiny garden of bright
a dancer - of jazz, hip hop, zumba, and twirling and whirling to music
a survivor - how many times have I crawled out of dark pits of doom?
a thinker - a solitary, introvert, who goes deep within on purpose
a believer - in meditation, in faith and hope and kindness
a seeker - of the present and the future (Is there a Heaven?)
a weeper - of the past, the joy, the sorrow, the decay, the memories
a pet owner - I remember each one, each gift from God a treasure given
a worrier - that at the end of time, of my poetry will be tattered pages
a resident - of beautiful Canada, a vast land of water, forests and life
In my poems I paint pictures with words,
and then, let them fly away birds . . . .
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April 28, 2020
Poetry/List/I am,
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1247-204-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, I am, A list Bio
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
First Place
The ice storm came in January
And gave her the face of a weeper.
Weighed down, nearly to the ground,
We knew that her roots grew deeper.
However, she was completely covered with
Ice, and her trunk was split at ground level.
We questioned if she would even survive.
But she soon convinced us that she was here
To stay, even when ice stood in her way. She
Knew that God was on the inside, and she was
Ready to produce healthy fruit and thrive.
In short order, by late Feburary, she spoke
With the resounding voice of new spring life.
Her pink blossoms said, "Hello, I'm alive and well. Peaches will be arriving by mid-July".
Hope you weep some more
You’re the one I don’t adore
Let your moth wings soar
Faithful hope in store
Been on meds since forevermore
Cut down to the core
I could’ve sworn - I swore
You’re the one that’s an open
Corridor...ashore...
I could’ve sworn - I swore
You’re not with me anymore
What you waiting for?
You bore me, so torn
You read me like some word ****
So forlorn...unborn...
Where you been once more?
Again, change is your hard chore
Answer left ignored...
Fallen deeper...deep
Oh, lacrimosa weeper
Here, I weep so steep
I reap what I sow
I grow fervently, you know?
Let wicked wind blow
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
I wept my way to salvation
Having faith, but few words to say.
I envisioned Heaven in great jubilation
O'er one lost lamb which had been astray.
from Christ, restoration from cancer
And sudden relief from a tormented soul.
As last resort, I trusted Christ for my answer
He changed my life to chaste and whole.
This transformation I didn't understand
Nor fathomed I then, what to expect.
But in accepting Jesus' outstretched hand
I, henceforth, became one of His elect.
Consequently, since, a weeper I've been
In an instant my hopeless heart changed.
From an existing heart hardened by sin
I found alternatively, a heart rearranged.
Lord if allowed to speak like others do
Without weeping and feeling shame.
I'd tell any who listen what I owe you
And how my life has never been the same.
I'm reminded this very moment, that Jesus cares,
and that i needn't be concerned o'er what others see.
That pride causes feelings of shame, over my tears,
and tears are a language that God understands, reserved for me.
You’re planned like a hitlist
And I’m clever like a joke
One that lacks grace, but makes you laugh until you choke
I like lighting fires, you like the smell of smoke
Sometimes I’m heavy like a sword, you’re sharp like one
I’m a jewel and you’re the jewel keeper
But you’re bad at your job
You’re the aimer, I’m the weeper
You’re a vulture, I’m a songbird
Some songs are sung but never heard
You wear crowns
And I hold them in my lap to keep them safe
We both like to talk about falling
Because you like flying, and I like to break
I have love and you have the concept of it
You eat power and I lick it off your fingertips
I savor every drip.
You’re careful when you talk, but messy when you eat
You forget that when you drop some, I’ll be waiting at your feet
You miss, I eat
I miss, she sweeps