Sorrow,
you moan my name day and night
and seek out my anguish, grief, and misery
making me melancholy and mournful . . .
because of you I pick up a pen
and woebegone words . . . drip, drip, drip, drip-
then, leave me until you call me back
to embrace me, so I may suffer again-
and like a lover, I hold you
pressed to my heart . . .
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April 13, 2020 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/pressed to my heart
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1243-569-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Strand Pick 11 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
oh sorrow,
you moan my name day and night
and seek out my anguish, my grief, and misery
making me melancholy and mournful . . .
and it is because of you I pick up a pen
to write woebegone words . . . that drip, drip, drip-
then, you leave me until I am called back
when you embrace me, so I may suffer again, again-
and like a lover lost, I hold you, hold you
pressed to my heart . . .
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April 15, 2018
Poetry/Verse/'Sorrow: Like a Lover'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1121-689-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Standard Contest 190
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Sorrow,
you moan my name day and night
and seek out my anguish, grief, and misery
making me melancholy and mournful . . .
because of you I pick up a pen
and woebegone words . . . drip, drip, drip, drip-
Then, leave me until you call me back
to embrace me, so I may suffer again-
and like a lover, I hold you
pressed to my heart . . .
________________________
April 15, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Like A Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1013-207-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
you are
my greatest gift
I wish for you
at my birthday
my name day
at holiday
and every day
without a box
and without a bow
The building tops are shrouded
By a thick persistent fog.
The sun, despite his name day,
Must be sleeping like a log.
I watch the darkness lifting
Very slowly, from my perch
Twenty-seven stories higher
Than the steeple of a church.
A gull swoops by; some taxicabs
Glide slowly down the street.
The flags on poles sway side to side,
Perhaps to Sousa's beat.
It's early morning in this city
Nestled by the bay.
My view is of the buildings, though,
Varieties of gray.
The clouds hang low, so thick that you
Could cut them with a knife.
I hope the sun breaks through before
The city comes to life.
to you
u r my gift from almighty God
see things which are bad and good
pass labyrinth kiss as my glad
loving u as u r my gold
u r sweety
when i taste ur beauty
watered u like as my landplot earthy
u r the way i see light
i called ur name day and night
i win enemies harshly through fight
i cannot speak and want to jote
rather harmony through made me nicer and no vague
the provident i think to get u
i write these prose because i love u
i face problems not to miss u
WHAT'S BETTER THAN FEELING YOUR PRESENCE?
YOU ARE KING OF ALL WHILE WE ARE ONLY PEASANTS.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN DEVOTING MY LIFE TO YOU?
AFTERALL, YOU ARE THE BEST BEING I EVER KNEW.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN KNOWING YOUR WITH ME?
WHEN I WAS LOST IN THE DARK YOU CALLED OUT TO ME.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN SPEAKING OF YOUR LOVE?
A LOVE SO WONDERFULLY SWEET BUT AT TIMES TOUGH.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN PRAISING YOUR NAME DAY AND NIGHT?
WHEN I WAS BLIND YOU BROUGHT THE LIGHT TO MY SIGHT.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN HAVING YOU BY MY SIDE EVERY MOMENT?
YOU BROUGHT PEACE AND SERENITY TO A LIFE FULL OF TORMENT.
WHAT'S BETTER THAN SERVING THE KING OF KINGS?
WITH YOU I KNOW I CAN WITHSTAND WHATEVER LIFE BRINGS.
I watched him step into the walk-in closet
Don’t know what he does, inside there
But out steps a beautiful man, dressed and prepared.
He saves people everyday quietly in his way
They all know his name day to day
And I think I know his missions of play.
This man is a super human, by right
With the ability to change, at the night
To save me, in my dimmest of light
Others are portrayed, like Batman, like in Superman
And they are all viewed, having the same plan
Disguising only hiding what they think they can
If only people knew what this man could do
We would all be so brave, also as a rule
To call out his name when we are nearly through
I watched him step into the walk-in closet
And yes he saved me just the same
With his beautifully featured frame.
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