Long Yes Poems
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When they say not everything is about race
I say yes it is
You may not have experienced it
But I did
Your privilege is showing
Your ego suffocating
Your ignorance provoking
Your stupidity frustrating
Don't insult my intelligence
Racism is still prevalent
It's foundation American
I don't care if my voice makes me a villain
I will always speak up for victims
Of the unjust system
This is a black lived experience
And I will not let that be forgotten
My voice my biggest weapon
It's power could start a rebellion
And you would be very wrong if you think you can silence it
So yes everything is about race
And no we can't be erased
If she'd say "yes",
I'd escort her to the floor.
And with a little luck,
I'd ask her to dance once more.
If we could make some magic,
Or find some 'chemistry',
I'd ask her for her number
And invite her to go out with me...
Then she said "yes".
If she'd say "yes",
I'd invite her out again,
And with a little luck,
We'd be something more than friends.
If we could make more magic,
Or find more 'chemistry',
We'd be seen as an item...
Almost a couple, informally...
Then she said "yes".
If he'd say "yes",
And blesses me to take her hand,
Then blessed with so much luck,
I'd ask her to take my hand.
We would keep on making magic,
Surpassing 'chemistry'!
We'd discuss having children---
building together a family...
They both said "yes".
If she'd say "I do",
When our Preacher says the words,
He'll wish us both much luck
As our new couple moves forward.
We would keep on makng magic,
Keeping alive 'chemistry';
We'd talk about forever,
And a pink or blue baby nursery...
Then she said "I DO!".
The Pinks came and got me
I hid in the shadows, they are always so bright.
I wanted nothing to do with them.
Orange joined the Pinks
but my eyes were shut,
I never saw her.
The Blues came, bringing the sky
some were trying to drag a piece of ocean
but she slipped away, knowing her place.
I like the Blues, but I was waiting for Orange.
The Greens came the next day. They are loud and exuberant.
Too liberal for my taste.
My best friend is laughing. Shut up!
One of them is not so bad.
I might have been coaxed out by her
But I was waiting for Orange.
By day six I left with Yellow,
so annoyed by Orange now
that we were never friends again.
I was too angry to ever forgive Orange.
Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives.
We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and the good news is a side story at best.
As parents, we love our children dearly, but we tend to skill them in the art of negativity. We think that we are more experienced and know what is in the best interest of our loved ones. We tend to forget that our children are fearless and innocent, and we are scared and guilty as charged.
Returning to our car from shopping with my daughter, unexpectedly she said to me, “Daddy, it seems you always say no. Why don’t we create a day where you say yes”. I had never heard of such a day, but I told her that I thought it was a good idea to try. I do not remember my first “Yes” of the “Yes Day”, but I doubt that she was shy about the things that she wanted to happen.
Yes, I do remember experimenting with “Yes Day”, but I am rather certain that the day didn’t last for long. She must have thought, “This must be heaven”, and I must have thought, “This must be wrong”.
My little girl was 11 or 12 when she made such a challenging suggestion to me, and I shall never forget that day as we walked down the street together from the Sears store in San Francisco.
No. I never succeeded in having a complete “Yes Day”, but my little Pam taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes, when my loved ones are thinking or expecting a “No”, I will surprise them with a “Yes”
No, I do not say “Yes” as often as I would like, but “Yes” is on my tongue a little bit more. It’s simply because my little girl showed me nearly 30 years ago a little bit more of what we are living for.
07192007 PS Contest, Out Of The Box, Neumann
I am a genie locked up in a small jar.
I only get to appear
Before my master who makes it loud and clear
That I am his bizarre
Toy from a far
Who makes his life spectacular.
If he wants a jaguar
Poof! Something special from a bazaar
Poof! I will do only what he wants or it will be
Time for me to disappear.
No one said life was fair.
Check it out if you dare.
Go against the master and the very air
In the atmosphere
Will crackle as I turn back in to smoke like his
Burning cigar.
I am going back to my tiny iddy biddy living
Space in my genie jar
Until the next time when he wants something
Particular.
Yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion;
with a restless and merciless loud roar,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Waves crashing upon rocks with emotion,
all its foamy frothy saltiness pour;
with birds calling for a great commotion,
yes, love the salty ocean rocky shore.
The waves come for a countless wet encore,
the sound a loud moving locomotion;
while I stand on the rocks wanting more, more,
and gaze at endless blue waves in motion.
Visiting each day with huge devotion,
with salt on my lips I walk and explore;
waves whisper me a harmony woven,
with a restless and merciless loud roar.
In the blue sky ocean birds scream and soar,
sitting with pen finding words unspoken;
oh will not tire of it evermore,
I adore the wild salty ocean shore.
Yes, love the salty ocean . . .
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February 22, 2021
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble Modified/Yes, Love the Salty Ocean
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1331-416-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Salt
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/10/2021
First Place
Should I have the baby or not,
A weighty question in my thoughts.
Life's crossroads meet, and I'm at the brink,
A moment where choices force me to think.
In the depths of my soul, a seed is sown,
A life conceived, unknown and unknown.
A tiny heartbeat whispers in my ear,
Filling my heart with both hope and fear.
Should I embrace this precious life,
Nurture it through struggles and strife?
Or should I let it go, set it free,
Choose a path where I am not its key?
The road ahead seems fraught with doubt,
An inner struggle, clouding my route.
Unanswered questions, like stars in the sky,
Leave me pondering, wondering why.
Will I be ready, strong and secure,
To provide love that is unwavering and pure?
Will I find strength in the face of despair,
To shield this child with utmost care?
But then a voice within me cries,
A mother's love, no compromise.
For every life, a purpose unfolds,
In tender moments and stories untold.
There's magic in tiny fingers and toes,
A love that grows, a bond that shows.
In laughter's echo and first steps taken,
A world transformed, never forsaken.
Yet, I ponder the road less traveled by,
The path that questions my heart's reply.
For choices made in the depths of my soul,
Shape a destiny, leaving me whole.
Should I have the baby or not,
A question posed to life's every plot.
In the end, I'll find the strength to decide,
Guided by love, with arms open wide.
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I’m tired of being Americas token
I pick a line any line, any side
I realize, I have not the prize
Don’t throw me away?
I close my eyes I’ve died
I opened my eyes tears flow
I tried, I tried, sigh
Do you believe in me today?
In retrospect…Just a savage
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
Collapsed
Drowning in the dung;
Did you hear what I said
Don’t throw me away?
High-minded you hide behind it
Elderly poor and abused
Non Caucasian pure American?
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Hold on are you believing;
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
I am receiving everything I should
And it’s not good;
I pout and brood;
Don’t throw me away?
Rain down on me your objectivity;
Sanction and tax my creativity;
Loose me, confine me;
Hold on are you receiving;
I am perceiving everything I should
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
I pick a line any line, any side
I realize, I have not the prize
Don’t throw me away?
Elderly poor and abused
Non Caucasian pure American?
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Only for the hypocrite
The only love you have is the LOVE OF HATE
And HATE is in your spirit, soul, heart and mind
Did I already say, I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
You keep in mind…
You pick a line any line, any side
You realize, I have not the prize
Perceiving everything I should
Be ready for forgiving you
For what you’ve put me through
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Only for the hypocrite
You hate elderly
You hate young the youth, you hate everything but your truth
You hate others not like you, whom don’t share your views
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I am perfect in every way, I’m chosen
Each just a bit afraid and broken
Each just a bit afraid and broken
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I’m chosen I am perfect in every way
Don’t throw me away?
9/18/19
For Pick a line any line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
One line Taken from 6/18/17 “Don’t Throw Me Away” poem
He's more than 10 years my senior,
and we both are now retired. But
I shall long remember nearly 40
years ago, when from a job I was fired.
When the world all around was saying
'No' to me, he said yes.
They said, "Not enough of this or that".
They said, "Too much education, overqualified".
They said, "Not enough education, underqualified".
They said, "Too young, too reserved";
They said, "Wrong demographics".
There was always something that did not fit.
But through it all, I refused to quit.
I tell you, too little of this and too
much of that became the story of my life.
But he reached out, found a fit and said "Yes" to me.
And that "Yes" has made a world of difference in my life.
021523PS
Too many lives taken
by the cops
Facing the protesters
hoping things pop
All because of the
color of ones skin
Those sworn to protect
have let evil in
Cameras giving witness
to what we seen
Our streets are now
looking like war scenes
Rubber bullets and tear gas
shot into the peace
The violence we see
now on the increase
What the authority didn't
expect was our voice
We have risen as is our
constitutional choice
See the Malcoms and the
Martins are now grown
Organizing protests for
unjust cops have shown
How a cops knee held
George underneath
As he pleaded to his mama
he couldn't breathe
We are here to say no
matter what their force
Our weapons you see peace
is our best source
So rise above all the
violence take a knee
And please let my brothers
and sisters feel free