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Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
A Mother ???
Nothing more than a name, a biological mother.
You would not find, you could not be the other.
You have, with hostility, with anger, left this plane.
Seeming to have lived your life hanging on to the pain.
You chose to throw, all those who loved you, away.
Using the hostile, angry games you chose to play,
against the only son you acknowledge, you cared for.
The only Grandchild who cared, you kicked out the door.
One is forced to question ???, why all these wasted years
trying to kill the love, loved one’s gave, creating rivers of tears.
Mae, the ghosts you have harbored, give them release.
Mae, this, your last journey, become one of peace
B. J. “ A ” 2
March 14th 2017
Their operations were smooth, enameled and HUED in pure colors. Windy's parents left her a company with a brand built on integrity and trust. For years, her life was a GLIDE, filled with peace and flowing effortlessly. Now, neither Windy nor her husband could GRASP the gravity of their decisions. They could only stare at each other and GASP, feeling betrayed and deceived. Windy and Frank departed, and there was no turning back, as the dye had clearly been cast.
Their problems were spreading like wild fires and growing like well-watered VINES. Their appointment with hostility and misunderstandings rose like a thermometer in mid afternoon on a summer day. Just to INHALE an encouraging flow of fresh support would have been welcomed like water
in a desert. Such fortunes never came, and they were left empty and dry, with nothing to pass on to their children.
They knew that every piece of their philosophical real estate that they once were able to CLASP with pride was now a slippery slop; and all they could do presently was to HOLD on to what respect and reputation they had left.
They and their loyalists had failed to detect an enemy within. They used to SOAR like eagles; but now, high tech corruption had ruined their lives. They could only CLUTCH and cling to each other and pray for a better day.
062521PSCtest, Writing Prompt-Grasp, Constance La France. 4P
When our children were children…
we’d sit together on the floor and watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood…
It was a wonderful way to be together
while learning how to be kind and decent…and good.
From our age to theirs in front of our TV it was easy connect
with someone who exuded kindness and treated everyone with respect.
It was our hope that our children would pick up on this thread…
and when they went out into the world…
would be a little more like Fred.
That they would practice peace and empathy…
would live their life with honor and dignity…
that they’d try to resolve their differences through communication….
not with hostility.
That they would understand although there is evil in this world…
meant to demean, demolish and destroy…
they could fight this evil with love and hope…
and try to fill the world with joy.
Imagine what our world would look like…
if we accepted one another in spite of our differences…
If all the people of the world were acknowledged…
welcomed…
and well-fed….
Imagine the kind of world we could create…
If we were all…
a little more like Fred.
There's a passport I would like to revoke
from one person who thinks it's a joke
to repeatedly make fun of fellow writers.
Like a pugilist, she calls us 'prizefighters.'
What harm if we enjoy entering contests?
That doesn't prove whose poetry is best
because one person's opinion has weight
and another says it's open for debate.
If she's trying to deflate anyone's intellect,
she won't do it with a weapon of disrespect.
I applaud people who bravely try a new form
They're not afraid to write out of the norm.
She stabs with a pen, trying to draw blood
while sitting on her toosh like a couch spud.
We don't write to be popular. She's wrong,
but lord, she keeps howling the same ol song.
She claims we want attention and a high profile,
but her posts draw attention in words that defile.
I've never understood why her eyes get glazed
over contest entrants who should be praised.
She dares write of grace and having humility
but complains vehemently, and with hostility.
Her PS passport should be revoked & shredded
as punishment for being rude and hardheaded.
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who
are cruel, but because of those who look on, and do nothing."
Quote by _ Albert Einstein
My nature is that of a gentle soul,
yet, I face my life with apprehension;
for some that I meet have a combat goal,
they offer antagonism tension.
And my best plan is to just surrender,
for I seek no domination splendour !
Often, people come with hostility,
for a war- so I pirouette away;
can I make a friend with civility ?
Perhaps in time we can embrace one day.
And I believe that the truth is the best,
for a liar is an unwanted guest !
I wear my scars with great humility,
and within me is great tranquility !
________________________
November 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/I Turn Away
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1498-990-04
All Rights Removed, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Rotate Consciousness Polarity
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/11/2022
Seventh Place
Inside my gnawing self
a realm spills down through the meadows,
wild garlands reached by fingers from afar…
the hues, soft pastel
brushing across winds on floats so stunning
I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth
and there, a primitive choir of animals
chants of radiant praise for a season
as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth,
the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes
light turning red, night fading white
licking stems of twilight dew,
as if the shadows of all constellations rise
like giant stones, beautiful and silent,
piled up in a row lining into heaven...
I walk inside my realm, nestled
inside my quiet, contained self
©
PEACE
*During an artists’ fellowship last weekend, I printed this
piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues
in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing
peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to
share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..."
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for Cyndi MacMillan’s Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza
by nette onclaud
Once it seemed my consciousness sailed upon a sea
in a time when the world was in a state of serenity.
Troubles loomed then, but were perfumed with smiles,
and although the journey in life had its share of trials,
my sails were filled with hope, my travels sun-kissed,
for there was a brotherhood of man that did exist.
But on American shores and all other distant lands,
the sodality of brethren crumbled from the demands
made in the name of equality, but in reality, it was greed.
Those who had more than others said they had a need
to make the world a better place in which to be alive.
It was a facade. The travesty of humanity took a nosedive.
Now, there's no peace in civilizations upon the earth.
For the rebellion of humans, Jesus was offered in birth.
He came because evil doers who wore the shame of sin,
disobeyed the Father. It's the sad state we now live in.
Gone are the days of kindness, replaced with hostility.
The world has been overrun with deceit and immorality.
The seas on which I once sailed have become polluted
and values of the brotherhood of man were uprooted.
War kills the innocent. Woe to those who are persecuted.
Yet, the guilty go free when they should be prosecuted.
Forests are stripped, taking away the animal's habitat,
and global warming is a tragedy that we need to combat.
What next? That's a question, but answers are hard to find.
Will we ever live in harmony in a world that is maligned?
Is it possible to have a melding within the human race?
The world lies in tumult; civilizations are mired in disgrace.
Once, people had scruples, a sense of right from wrong.
Now, peace is for dreamers in the words of Lennon's song.
We are all created with the propensity for good and evil
These are not traits we can refuse
But it is up to us in any situation…as to which one of these we choose
We can allow our words to fly on the wings of love
creating stories filled with beauty and mystery
We can express our feelings with tenderness in a few lines of poetry.
Or we can allow our words to escape on the wings of anger
meaning many of these words we create
will be spoken in haste and fury
and will be tinged with hostility and hate.
We can use our voices to sing beautiful melodies
that gently flow into our ears
Or we can scream obscenities, call each other names
and let our voices cause panic and fear.
We can allow our hands and fingers to make beautiful art
or compose the most harmonious of scores
We can pat someone on the back, caress a loved one
and offer open arms to the less fortunate and poor.
Or we can ball up our hand into a fist
fighting with others and causing all strife…
We can let our hands grasp the handle of a rifle or a gun
and in anger put an end to another person’s life…
Perhaps the best thing to we can do…
before we begin to soothe…or attack
Is to remember…once our words are spoken
Once our actions are taken…
We can never take them back.
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.