M indfulness soothes ~~ mind and soul
I t sets people free from trapped emotions
N eed for us all to practise it
D o a journal, be thankful everyday ~ for something
F or it is a road map to freedom ~
U nderstanding , to see through new eyes
L earning to tolerate the emotions we feel
N eed to alter our lives ~ altering attidudes
E ndevouring to live in the moment
S eeing to hold infinity in the palm of your hand
S oaring ~ to new heights in life
There’s something mysterious;
I hope it’s not serious:
my muse will not write when I row.
She’s no river daughter;
it’s time that I taught her
that water and words can both flow.
Bereft of her musing,
the rhymes are confusing;
ideas just don’t spring to mind.
Who cares where she’s headed?
My abs are now shredded;
my lats and my quads well defined!
Alas, to entreat her:
a sculling two-seater -
that certainly might do the trick…
Composing while oaring
would never be boring,
with meters and verse coming quick!
Oaring through the vast ocean of knowledge,
Tiding through currents with courage,
Diving deep to find pearls of wisdom,
Guiding with a prism through the kingdom.
Patience woven in each fabric,
Kindness poured in noble tactic.
Teachings unlock closed door,
Musings reveal so much more.
In the era of Google and AI,
Information at the fingertips, oh my!
A mentor is irreplaceable,
Moulds futures, so impeccable.
Written: May 6th 2024
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It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew!
Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view.
Nature provides her bounty every day,
I extend my hand and grasp her sway.
I perceive my youthful self in that place,
Her offerings were serendipitous grace.
In her sphere, blooms, and waterfalls,
A supple deer, an oaring raptor, in altar calls.
Each contributes to a feeling of calmness,
She was a fountain of pure suaveness.
Yet wars and famine steal my breath away,
A sight, luring amid a rutted path of ruby clay.
A moody inquiry into the root of my being,
A fleeting time of pure delightful feeling!
Thus, I wound up shooting my future ego,
Lift a glass, not a pistol, in a sky-dip indigo.
I rise again, and the sun surrounds me,
I can predict zodiac signs and lunar spree.
Along with Mars, Venus, and other oddities,
My mind spills, leaving no room for prodigies.
I shot for my destiny with this radical rhetoric,
Pulling me up a path reflected as historic.
A flash of his pistol, a gaze that said, walk,
My handgun babbled in its wandering talk.
hours be our...
treasures as
hours be ores...
so we build
oars from hours...
that time be
our oaring of hours...
of ores
stans sand
oaring on the ominous oasis
slooping the fools-gold-sandsquall
waves crashing overhead
March in with a slam
Awakening from slumber
Roaring with thunder
Comes in fiercely like a lion
Humbly leaves like a lame lamb
March 26, 2023
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Tankacrostic
Soaring through the snowy week in glamorous attire
King of the Alpine traversing ski empire
In-bounds, snowploughing towards the opening glades
Innards begin to weaken, dignity fades
Naked snow adorned with last night's feast
Green run renamed – "Innards off-Piste"
Date: 19/01/23
Skiing Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Ojex offers open opportunity;
Oaring others' opinions'
Outlook- originality obeys.
mirrors miirror me....
oaring
as if
me oars me...
rear roars
however
me roars mere...
or's
as
mere or's is me...
oars
only
me oars mirroring...
me mere or's
stans sand
Every single plant and flower is my friend.
Many the forest path do I journey,
Breathing in the rich earth and clean air,
Reposing in a meadow green just listening,
Amongst the dancing daisies just resting.
Could anything else be more peaceful and healing?
I think within the soil there must be magic.
Nothing is more precious than this place called Earth.
Gathering my recycling each week I do my measure!
Every tree lost is agonizing and hurtful to watch.
At my building a company is cutting down the maple trees,
Roaring they fall and I am left weeping.
The ravage of nature is so devastating to endure.
How can we, the visitors, stop the ruination of Earth?
_____________________
July 30, 2021 (Repost)
Poetry/Acrostic/EMBRACING EARTH
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-624-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted into the Standard contest, A Brian Strand August
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 0802/2021
First Place
A soft and tender...
Kiss by the nape of her neck;
Indescribable...
Sensation that sends her heart
Soaring to seventh heaven!
Submitted for...
Tankacrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 05/16/2021
J-ust
O-bserve
S-oaring
E-agle's
P-owerful
H-eavy
D-omination
A-t
Z-one
O-f
A-ir
G-ladly
U-sing
I-ntent
L-ook's
A-ttention
Topic: Birthday of Joseph Dazo Aguila (November 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A lbatross a wandering ~ the largest bird up in the sky
L ongest wingspan ever seen ‘twixt eight foot three to eleven foot six
B reeding is the only time I'm touching down on terra firma
A ged sixty years or more with just one mate whom I adore
T o kill me, legends say, your life would end without a friend
R ejoicing mariners safe with me until their journey ends
O ver oceans I will soar whilst sleeping on the wing
S upernatural some believe, protecting oceans far and wide
S oaring gliding elegantly an awesome sight when in full flight
Written 9th July 2020
Contest Bird
Sponsor Constance La France
4th Place
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 38
Sponsor Brian Strand
R-ay
A-bove
J-unction
N-ow
I-s
S-oaring
H-igh
Topic: Poet (Rajnish Manga)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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