Albatross flying through the sky without wings
Brainless minds can't think of such things
Creating a barrier around the walls of rings
Developing a fever, luckily no one ever sings
Evolution was created for the non believing kings
Forgetting the forgotten forget-me-nots while forgetting
Greedy slander speaking of things
High above the prestige of mindless earnings
Innovated by the "sky is the limit" ratings, but
John Glenn walked on the moon while standing
Killer whales suffering for their killings
Lions really the reigning kings?
Monsters think that their absence brings
Nonsensical political surprisings
Outdated data was just sadly rising
Perplexed knowledge is just surprising
Quivering for the facts just reprising
Realizing that everything you saw was just blinding
Sentimental feeling is a supplemental fling
Thinking that you're just rising
Under the current of the abyss are things
Ventured out under starless skies that bring
Wonder in all of the things that become one significant thing
Xylophones playing with unwinding
Yellow dandelions blooming under blinding
Zero dandelions now walking around Earth unwinding
Categories:
reprising, poems,
Form: Abecedarian
You return in sequences;
peripheral memories nod
like wire-sprung dipping birds.
Your ruby-dark triangle
the V of your asking,
an opiate of drenched blooms.
I am reprising scenes
cut from any official showing.
Senses lost in a long darkened cinema,
and I cannot make it back
until unscented by your ghost.
Scenes whir on
under closed eyes.
Categories:
reprising, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I don't read your literature
I don't like standing in your lines
I abhorre your hypocrisy bukkake'd in a den of flies
You want originality?! I'll show you where that is
It's deep inside where you can't hide you just deny that it exists
I can't explain it it's just a thing you have not giving you a hint
I really don't care it's hilarious to me that you think my words are s h I t
Maybe it's the alcohol or drugs I took you think that made me rot
I know what it really is and it took some time but I have to keep my secret
The honest truth from me to you is I appreciate the candor.
Even though it was a hurtful statement you did it just to bait me
It worked at first and I did bite a bitter taste of cold rejection.
And now I feast on shallow thoughts of displacement and erasing....
Categories:
reprising, angst, books, change, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
You return in sequences;
as a bit-part in my movie.
Peripheral memories nod
like wire-sprung dipping birds.
Your golden triangle
the V of your asking,
my mouth to lips intoxication
is an opiate of drenched blooms
that are still not dry.
I am reprising scenes
cut from any official showing.
I live now in a distant camera lens
and cannot make it back
to those moments
nevertheless,
some scenes whir on
under tightly closed eyes.
Categories:
reprising, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Suns soft sensual soaking silhouette
slowly sneaks silently the silky skin
Oppulent orifices ooze olive sweat
Reprising rhythmic rouge romance akin
Saturated salt smelling skin spilling
frothy fragrant fire ferociously
Capricious calm converts to cool chilling
Precipitation paid precociously
Heartwarming henotic humble heat haunts
harmed human hearts hypnotized happily
Gleaming glowing glare gravitating taunts
of liquid love long lost unhappily
Precious precocious sunshine come hither
Need your lava lifeblood not to wither
3/13/2018
Categories:
reprising, sunshine,
Form: Sonnet
Land of In-Between
Let me take you on a journey, to the land of In-Between,
In reality it doesn’t exist, but yet so often, have I been.
Natural Blue skies and Crystal-clear waters, reflecting translucent light,
Sounds of nature, unpolluted and clean, perfect by day and by night.
The Land of In-Between is a kind of Meditation,
Like a mind in Twilight, neither awake, nor asleep.
A catnap, a daydream, relaxed and rested,
Time to clear your head, an emotional clean sweep.
Enjoy the moment, enjoy the calm,
Before dreams take over, reprising turmoil.
Tomorrow will bring another long day,
Rat Race, Madness, Grunge and pointless toil.
Categories:
reprising, beautiful, dream, emotions, freedom,
Form: Free verse
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Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly drooping garden,
Musical, the lovely dulcet melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding loudly,
Reprising again a thunderous and soulful song proudly.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose so completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual sage.
__________________________________________
June 21, 2014
Poetry/Acrostic/Summer Rain
Copyright Protected, ID 16-578-260-21
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Categories:
reprising, rain, spiritual, summer,
Form: Acrostic
Now you should not get so confounded.
Just start writing, you'll be astounded
The end result is usually surprising .
Your thoughts only need new reprising.
Now if you still can't see your way.
I just don't know what more to say.
Your not alone with this perplexion.
We're all subject to misdirection.
But you know us here on the soup.
We'll try our best to help you recoup.
And if the words still fail to enter.
We'll still be here to try and mentor.
But I am sure that you'll do fine.
This place is like a poetry mine.
The more you dig the more you find.
It's right there in your own little mind.
For the be my reason contest.
Categories:
reprising, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Madge, do you sometimes sit down and hear
The songs that winced across your fence, do
Think of the desert place our childhood grew up
Drinking those songs like anesthesia, old
Things now, but lasting more brightly to bring
A sense of distance from the lost, and a sense
Longing for the past, a sense of wanting things
To last, and the past to try again some part
While from away the haunting song teases the heart
Categories:
reprising, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
In a world of make believe
Inside my T.V. screen
I was mesmerized by a show,
The likes I'd never seen.
Barnabas, Quentin and Angelique;
Inhabitants of Collinsport, Maine
Lived a life like no others.
To miss it caused me pain.
This tale of a heartbroken vampire
And the witch obssessed with he
Held me enthralled for years,
Their lives unfolding in my T.V.
Long before "Vampire Diaries",
Long before the movie "Twilight",
Barnabas Collins was the man
Who walked as a vampire by night.
It's been over forty years since
The Collins family came daily to call.
Of all the shows I saw in my youth
Dark Shadows was the best of them all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Francine Roberts 12/01/2012
for Michael Falotico's 'Rhyme Me an Old T.V. Show' contest
"Dark Shadows"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dark Shadows" ran from June 27, 1966 to April 2, 1971.
It aired Monday through Friday. A supernatural soap opera with a
vampire, a witch, a werewolf and so much more.
Johnny Depp is reprising the role of Barnabas Collins in a
movie version of "Dark Shadows" based on the series.
It is set to be released this spring. I will be in the audience
the first night.
Categories:
reprising, nostalgia, me, me,
Form: Rhyme