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Of all the places I set forth to see,
Alaska is the one I love the best.
The pristine ambiance of white, for me,
presents the calmness of a vision blest.
Alaska, with its rugged landscape, sealed
in swirls of snow and sheets of solid ice,
beneath a cloudless sky of blue, does hide
the ancient past below the vast white field.
The air turns crisp and cold, but that's the price
for feeling joy within this countryside.
So thrilling was the train ride that I shared
one day all through Denali Park for miles,
encountering the wildlife soon declared-
as elk and moose, while baby goats drew smiles.
The views seen from the windows and the dome
provided scenes of wilderness not seen
except for finding them aboard this train.
The greater way to travel through and roam
while tour guides point us to the unforeseen
like mama bears with cubs to entertain.
But, best of all, were the magic scenes I saw
while viewing from our ship in Glacier Bay.
With eyes wide open, I stood in pleasant awe
as massive chunks of ice broke clean away.
And, calving, as it's called, caused such a crash,
while creaks and moans of ice sang in my ears.
Large, rolling waves rolled in and rocked the boat
while foaming water formed with every splash.
Alaska- a thumbs-up and heartfelt cheers
grade memories of my time there, afloat.
twas dark, a hen's night
stillness abandoned fright
knocks echoed freely
her presence held
chimera fragments
an innate realm
unbeknownst reasons
dare overwhelm
a shoulder-companion gone lain
unearthed my being hath slain
seams seared, half-bakes felt
rivers hot, unadulterated knelt
twilight's heightened bell
barriers broken bedlam befell
curvaceous moon slip away
chamber dust filled out of old
breaths breathing air gone cold
pumps pursed crimson clouded lips
breading beats inner anguish sipped
lingers light in parchement craved
digging deep, past stones yet paved
pebbled path's growth graves utter grief
sight lines fall with Autumn's leaf
promise skips 'cross barren ponds
flight trapped pain becomes undone
curvaceous moon come to stay
marched beats slow and humble
vagabond makings soon to tumble
hearts welcomed back home
release, the wilderness calls
blessed, respite guides the walls
yellow splays the morning
(or is it night)
balance tips the scales
I climb the ladder of truth to dig into my youth, but there was nothing that I could find that could ruin my mind. I search the corridors of hope, trying to find the path that leads to the mound; it was clear as I could see that the lions were chasing after me. The road was long, but I took a short cut through the desert sand with a lantern in my hand. The sky almost touches the earth, and I could feel the history of mankind unravel in the ancient stone, and it was my youth that was carved out in those marbled stones. I could not deny that the heavens meet beneath the sky and as I stood on top of the mountain, I could hear the universe cry. It was like a balcony was floating in the sea and me and my partner was rocking with thee. We could not see anything around, but the ladder of truth tells you of the glory of your youth. We fought battles in the deep and we strangle mad men in our sleep, we win battles after battles and when our army touches the river Nile, we could hear the lion in the wilderness cry, and the spirit of the pharos would come to our aid and rescue us from the jail. The ladder of truth burns in the wilderness beneath the throne and tells the story of man’s journey to meet with the earth god that is wrapped up in the sun. They travel long-distance searching for the world that no one can find. They travel the globe searching for the truth; they climb the Alps and wander over mountains, sail across big oceans but the story is yet to be told of how mankind crosses his soul. Climb the ladder of truth and discover the joy of your youth; climb the ladder of truth and learn about your birth and how you were saved from the smoldering earth. Climb the ladder of truth and learn about the mountain of peace and how to absorb the heat. Pay attention to the details of life for your ancestors have made painful sacrifice. When your feet burn in the desert dust, courage is all that you can trust. I can hear the cries from the river Nile, they are the souls weeping in the afterlife, they are searching for their home, but they keep spinning around and around and the horse that reside beneath the sea emerge from the ground and pilot thee home.
The ladder of truth is buried in the epiphany of your youth
Have you seen changing of colours?
World shifting thoughts without insight
Mellifluous tones making way for cacophony
Drums buried beneath shambles,
And people returning to the jungle,
Craving roots and leaves
As life becomes spooky affair
The world changing patterns,
As beauty becomes an obstacle
Have you witnessed the unforeseeable?
Mountains becoming smaller
Flower refusing to bloom
Nature giving up its mandate,
Moving away from positivity
Negativity embracing every creature
Inducing evil forces to celebrate with pride,
As the world falls apart
Hope assuming new meaning,
As happiness sink underground
That's how the world has changed
Love making way for hostility
Ignorance taking center stage
People searching through garbage
To find reasons for immorality
Taking journeys to the wilderness
Coming back with more grounds for deviation
Goodness plummeting deeper
As the world changes faces
Another spring
Counting rings
No longer dark
Dog days wait, for their bark
Signaling life has been in bloom
And soon
A beautiful reality will arrive
You do not really die
Glorious sunshine
Photosynthesis dines
Fed well
From nature's magic spell
Can't you tell?
Arbor figure matures
Always sure
About wilderness’ door
No one ignores
Relaxed, whistling tunes
Branches dance and swoon
Turning everything green
Shade is an escape dream
Then things turn
Brown and burn
Chilling breeze sighs
Giving a ride
To the foliage who occupy
Twigs ready to say goodbye
Fall scheduled to begin
Giving the end
A win
Low temperatures chattering bite
Haunting the cool night
Crumbled leafs descend
Crinkling no bend
Completing their beauty rein
Realizing it's just a plants game
Meeting with the rake
Realizing the bag is ready to take
Them to the disposable bin
No need to call a next of kin
Since they will be shred
Rip and dead
Until spring
And another ring
Appears
Exclaiming the tree is here
Giving a reason
To celebrate each season
Letting the seeds
Do their deed
And grow more trees
Something Old
April 29, 2016
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
there, under a blazing azure sky above,
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.
There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
there, below the Ottawa River thunders,
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.
There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
Something New
October 6, 2021
"They called it home, now the People watch it being destroyed,
once, they owned all the wilderness and in the mighty wind,
a lone feather twirls and swirls as if dancing ..."
the quivering feather is the only sound
where in my dream I am one with my People
and eagles flying above symbolize our spirit and strength
as they glide in a cloudless sky canopy
the vast land of Canada stretches to the horizon
and below the rocky cliffs the Ottawa River thunders
as feathers in my hair and on my horse dance
in the mighty winds that roars
this Ojibwe girl looks at the vast lands once owned
by the People, vast land that could have been shared
and with my majestic Appaloosa horse of many colors
upon that high jagged rocky cliff ... I weep
"and a feather lost glides drifting it soars"
______________________
October 06, 2021
Poetry/Verse/''The Lost Feather''
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1395-601-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Something Old Something New
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 06/08/2022
First Place
to walk in the wilderness how he was lost
in a laid down position I was found horizontal asleep
I open mine eyes awakened by the sounds spoken
the sounds of life posterity around me bonding me
the impoverished I'm inbound in my own self prolific
rubbish incorporating my situation I found provisions
and correlation I turn myself to the left to the right
as I walk from the south to the north it before me east and west
no longer arrested no I'm confessing I'm in just I'm a sinner saved
by grace misplaced yet still lost I found it when I look up I raise my hands and I am redeemed and I'm yet saved I'm found in Christ
11/1/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
(A lone voice whispers)
Is this the final time for you and me
To part from visiting my white room
In the Great In-Between
For this morning I read
As God once said
In Isaiah 43:18-19
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland
And I can faintly hear brass bands playing a sad tune in the distance
Via my automatic scrying machine
And a soft voice whispering
It's no use staying
She needs time to heal
To restart and feel
So maybe
Another time around in this crazy circle
With no rehearsal
It may last
Even though our love is dead and buried
Maybe next time we can just find a way to continue to be true friends
Who makes each other
Gasp
To try to make it better than the last
So tonight I open up my old tired diary
And just write in big letters
Never forget
Your only love
Mary
The kind woman who once carried you
When life once got so heavy
(C) Copyright John Duffy
He carried the old man into the woods, and watched the body
slowly decay. In the end, after the sun had prepared the corpse
it seemed that the moon had consumed it. The trees did not mourn,
and Pinocchio - could not; although Geppetto had been his only
companion for decades.
He had seen children cry and wondered why? Now the wilderness
called to him.
When in that Alpine cabin he had danced for his master, he had given
no thought to the truth that the dwelling itself was hewn from the same
ancient material as his own consciousness.
For weeks he traversed the wilderness, hiding from any trace
of humanity. He did not grow tired - could not, but a need to be
anchored to the ground gradually stole over him. He envied the
tall trees with their deep earth grasping roots, how the trees fed
themselves from the soil, the air and the rain.
A time came when he simply had to be still, to feel what the trees
felt; to pacify his busy mind with the slow thoughts of the sky.
The years changed him, branches and sprigs grew from his trunk
his legs became immovable. That which had once been Pinocchio
drank from the soils deep wells, wells that filled with his once
human mind, natural cisterns that now nourished him with a
knowledge that any creature of flesh and blood could ever hope
to translate.
On a journey to find my way home.
With God, I have found
that I'm never alone.
On my way home.
Searching for the pieces
to mend the creases
Of my broken heart.
Left on the ground.
Stumbled on a woman.
Finally,
it was me that I found.
Tears of sorrow
streaming down my face.
Proceeded my destination.
To this unknown place.
With God, I found
I'm never alone.
I'm On a journey
to find my way home.
To grasp on to those dreams
That I chase.
Only holding on because of
his loving grace.
Searching for meaning in time.
Determined to find
Trying to survive
this mountain that I climb.
Mind wondering as I puffed my cigarette
sip on my wine.
Rich or poor, God was there
When I didn't have a dime.
Through these paths that I've stumbled
I never walked alone.
He was there to keep me strong.
Right or wrong.
Survived the wilderness.
Survived the dirt.
So many times I've been hurt.
What us black women go through.
And so much, we are worth.
God Heald me through the strain.
Through my struggles
My pain.
Survived the battlefield.
Where my blood still remains.
Through poverty, my gains.
Dark clouds and rain.
A sense of peace
Tumbled down on my soul.
A priceless light in my life.
More precious
then diamonds
And gold.
He Heald my legs when they were weak.
Stood me up, as I grew tired.
He sent an Angel of motivation
Whenever I felt uninspired.
In my life.
He's acquired
Because of him
life is so much more.
Finding blessings in my paths,
that has always been in store.
All those dark nights
You were my blanket of security.
Made my world brand new.
The love that you gave.
From my soul Lord.
I thank you.
I always knew
that I was never alone.
Blessings to the people
Who were here and now gone.
To my Angels I love you.
Though I have to go on.
I have to go on.
On my way home.
Dear "God" thank you
for keep me strong.
On My Way Home