For Loni Anderson her precious hi!
A sense Herb smiles inside for sigh
And then to speak to caller live
And crush his hopes informed for rive
And know his name as any fool
A customer, a dignatory, a Right of Yule
To be the play a Jennifer Love
And that for saying "Goodbye" for of
A chance to be the cooler man
Impressed by Jenny and left for fan
To be her duel, a better man
And Herb for effort, shrink back for can
And see her right - receptionist
To be to carry elrectionist
Of all she worries her uptight men
Not worthy looks but what they crein
To be the workers a woman wants
But not on phone, too long means braints
And to be simple not want to her
But what the heck - pass by for tour
And keep her happy for loving spell
To say she's beauty and no due tell
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
A middling pudding on the table
flies hover in the livery stable
Mud-covered boots ascend to garrets
frowzy days London inherits
Dickensian scenes to rive your heart
by urchins, street vendors torn apart
Yankees delight in their ‘good old days’
Englishmen sniff the rot of decay
Night on The Seine
1939
Silver and gold from city lights
daub the black river
like brush strokes from VanGogh.
The Seine
murmurs against La Rive Gauche
where dreams of artists linger,
then turns to glide obediently against La Rive Droite
where politicians drink cognac
and talk of war.
We are in the middle of Time
in a small boat.
“You cannot leave me!” she commands.
“Of course not,” is my assurance.
“I shall neither be called nor needed."
"We have built the great Maginot Line,
and The Ardennes is too wooded to cross.
It is all talk, anyway."
The city drifts slowly by -
Le Grand Palias and Le Concorde
Champs Elysees,Notre Dame,
Swifter now - like the time,
"It would be madness to destroy such beauty."
“Besides, the British have pledged to come.”
S hare God’s blessings and show love everyday
P retty smiles around without flowers are just ok
R ender loving services and always be nice
E nthusiastically give without expecting a prize.
A lways show positive outlook
D rive someone’s gut when one’s broke
I ncrease one’s energy with uplifting and inspiring words
N urture each other with patience and kindness that
G enerate understanding and unity in this world.
H ave faith in oneself, others and above all to God
A gift to everyone is a life to enjoy, not to be sad
P roduce happiness accepting everyone and their weaknesses
P eacemakers-- we must, to be blessed in God’s fullness.
I n spreading happiness, it always starts from our family
N eighbors after relatives, then friends- a heavenly joy will be!
E mpathy and sympathy for all especially the poor and the needy
S elfless act of kind-caring sandwiched well with generosity
S preading happiness while witnessing the gospel is the mighty key.
Having a strong feeling of pride and drive.
Even a strike hare wouldn't elude his grasp.
He mirrors the night sky and loves to rive.
Having a strong feeling of pride and drive.
the vastness of the wild blue sea to dive.
In booming glory amid minds that clasp
Having a strong feeling of pride and drive.
Even a strike hare wouldn't elude his grasp.
Written: February 18, 2023
Eligibility established
Longing for public service
Electioneering
Closing arguments
Turning out the vote
Initiating change
Opening the polls
Never acting tired and worn-out
Drive to the polling place
Awaiting in line to vote
Yes! Civic duty discharged
Written November 8, 2022
abandoned beautiful child wandering like a lost leaf
all she can do is quiver as rain splinters fall like a river
her name was Clara and she has scary thoughts chimera
she has "tattered, tangled, tatty" hair with eyes aching
she is "hungry, hunched, hurt" a fragment in a chasm abysm
"dangerous, dark, daunting" doorways she seeks as a sleeping place
frail, gaunt, helpless her spirit is disconnected and broken_
in the morn' dead on the cement . . . ending her torment
_________________________
September 12, 2022
Poetry/Verse/FRAGMENT
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1486-757-12
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 'The A's Have It '
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 10/02/2022
Fourth Place
Time is smooth like a bird's chirp drew
Hazy but arranged, strength derive.
With asked waning, something might blew
Time is both blendings where zeal rive.
Hissing us all
With a sound fall.
Dread with dying, but given due
flight boundary briefs or contrive.
We wish for a quick and fair true
can't be found, but thrive to connive
Wings are worn out
To grasp, must doubt.
(Posie)
Checked by HMS.COM ( 8884-8884)
Written: June 01, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Oceans Apart But Always In My Heart.
.
How I love the ocean cascading crescent waves
That gently kiss and caress the golden sands
So tenderly as I used to do to you
With warm soft pillowed lips
And my loving gentle hands
.
With feather-like teasing touches as a pleasant sea breeze
Evoking pleasurable soothing inner deep emotions
To your sensitivity I’d deliver
And make you rive and quiver
.
Awakening and arousing euphoric ecstasy
As the peaks and troths of a warm stirring ocean
With the utmost sincerity
And expressed devotion
.
The swirls in the water
Remind me of how we used to waltz the night away
And I hear in my head
How the music used to play
Among the oceans rush a
And among the spray
.
I know you can no longer hear or see me
But you still live on in my heart
And in my head
A d I recall how we one walked hand in hand on this shore
The blessed day after we were wed
And we made love that night
Upon a scattered rose petal bed
.
There may now be an ocean
That keeps us far apart
But as like as I breathe
You are never out of my mind
And always
In my heart.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
M-ove at the speed light,
H-ours are just flying fast;
E-ach and every second counts,
Y-ou must not think of the past.
D-rive at the speed of light,
A-s you must still be cautious;
C-arry the truth January eighteenth,
A-nd cast the lies so vicious.
N-ow that the end is near,
A-void running slow or slight;
Y-ou must overtake the clock like a speed of light.
L-ove
A-bates
R-age
A-s
H-eart
M-anages
A-ll
E-motions
O-bliterating
D-rive
O-f
Y-our
A-nguish
Topic: Birthday of Larah Mae Odoya (March 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Thoughts.
Thank you to the words almighty,
Our dreams are preserved by your grace.
Though, like fawn we stare at the illusions,
That you blow like some flurry, on our face.
Thank you to all the emotions,
You are the essence of our life.
Though one barely recognizes your notions,
Yet effectively their lives you rive.
Thank you relations, whether cold or warm,
You always have something to teach.
Fuel to my thoughts and child of my emotions,
Your true image i eagerly seche.
Thank you thoughts for being my best ally,
Wisdom has never ever left your side.
The voice that guides me through darkest alleys,
A free ticket to the rusty memory lane's ride.
J-ust
E-agerly
S-tay
U-ndaunted
S-o
D-rive
I-ntensifies
A-s
Z-eal
L-ets
L-ines
O-f
R-hyme
I-mpart
C-heerful
O-de
Topic: Poet (Jesus Diaz Llorico)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-rive
Y-our
L-ife
A-long
N-ice
R-oad
E-yeing
N-aturally
C-reator's
H-eavenly
E-ternal
V-iew
A-s
N-ight
C-hill's
U-sual
L-ease
L-oses
A-new
Topic: Birthday of Dylan Rench E. Evanculla (July 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Z-enith
A-nd
L-ight
D-rive
Y-our
L-oneliness
A-way
B-efore
I-t
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Zaldy Labio (May 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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