After coloring her head with dye
She leaves her damp hair open to dry
Thus, her age, she conceals.
She tries all sorts of styles
On her lips, thick gloss, she does apply.
All wrinkles, she cleverly conceals
With makeup all cuts and scars, she seals
Puts rouge on her aging face
Thinks she’s a lady of grace.
Walks a showpiece on stiletto heels
"May is the month of expectation, the
month of wishes, the month of hope."
Quote by_ Emily Brontë
May is when spring is springing,
and flowers bloom and wild birds are singing.
When the bees and butterflies prance,
and gardens grow and flowers dance,
and on Mother's Day I pray in a trance.
Mother lift up my heart,
make every sorrow and pain depart.
Fill my soul with divine peace,
as I grow you a garden showpiece,
and may the blue skies and sun not cease.
Postcard perfect- a picturesque town
Where the locals come to wind down
A hidden gem, a park of simplesse
An oasis, heavenly, it's beauty bequests
An art form to behold, a sculpture; nature's showpiece
Serene and tranquil in the heart of the city
A stream lined with a plethora of trees
Every color showcased upon their leaves
A vast variety, Each the opposite from the last
No comparison, within it's contrast
Harmoniously standing together
A strength against stormy weather
Surrounded by majestic abodes
So grand, each and all, becoming stories told
A backdrop- regal mountains- not seen before
Only Nature could compose such a musical score
Nectarous taste would not surcease
in torture now that’s my showpiece;
I sit in a hard chair pallid,
there’s solace in something solid;
Give fine obeisance to the madness,
decayed memories savor sadness;
Such enmity in your answer,
the pinnacle of gross grandeur;
Your lotion now my nepenthe,
letting me drown so easily;
Rocking on this rickety porch,
that scent hits me like a blowtorch;
Alone, I want to be swaddled
in each moment that we bottled;
I’m locked in a living tomb
rusted with such a stale gloom;
Filthy stench, can you smell it?
Perfume for some to covet;
In a cataleptic state
circumvention seen too late;
Doppelgänger could not withdraw,
prose signed ‘Edgar Ravenclaw’.
Indiscriminate bombardment will flow
with endless pigmented possibilities;
A cross of Penelope pop-socks and indigo;
Abstruse, the two primary colors;
It must be that brush of butterfly effect
the wild one pulled from under the covers;
Intangible to all but the one who strokes
the canvas with bubbling neon flames;
A smeared showpiece each drop stokes;
Quilted texture of poodle-prairie red
dances with lines of earthy caveman;
Stimulated Muse taunted, empowered;
Passion-ridden poppy colored hands
leave only the most elegant stain;
That backsplash born of bold badlands;
Lush hues of whimsical rain pour out
exiting the smallest tube on the table;
Children’s daydreams fall from it’s spout;
Behind perfectionism a child will lurk,
screaming at you to relax and have fun;
Who cares if it is pristine or patchwork?
Mirror tend me to realize,
Invisible seems visible.
Mirror rise the factual,
It is not just a showpiece.
Time always rotate mirror never,
Full of secrets,
Create puzzles and puzzles.
Mirror is always right,
It lead you to see the real fact,
Fact is not universal,
It is beyond the actual.
Mirror tend me to realize ,
Invisible seems visible.
Mirror rise the factual ,
It is not just a showpiece.
The artist, Spring, has painted many hours
On easel earth, creating lovely flowers
Strawberry blossoms giggle, ‘look at me’
As each is a masterpiece nominee
Look at me? But there’s not enough time
To admire each showpiece so sublime
The strawberry plant, slightly a still life
Yet full of life, that seamlessly grows rife
We rejoice in those wee little blossoms
Will they be surpassed with fruit so awesome?
In the hoped-for painting upcoming
Yet pre-judgement is unbecoming
There’s no denying what Spring has created
And ‘Look at me’, never gets dated
We’re very grateful that we visited
This masterpiece Spring has exhibited
May 13, 2023
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
The national flower of Ukraine- yellow for joy,
in a beautiful landscape that war will destroy !
A symbol of optimism, solidarity and peace,
in my garden sunflowers will be a showpiece !
And sunflowers lifting their heads to the sun,
will always remind me of courage undone !
_______________________
March 16, 2022
Poetry/Couplet/Ukraine's Sunflower
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-228-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No.40
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 03/26/2022
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Sun sets, sky glows cerise.
Throw the nets, catch showpiece.
Fish abound, birds take off
All fly round, it's payoff
Birds last meal, night is nigh
Strange feel, gratified high.
17 August 2021
Image 1
6 syllables per line.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I am like a pretty jalopy that has accumulated rust
A proud chassis but with a droopy fender now
No one oohs or wants to purchase me now
Which is great for I am not for sale in any kind of way
My chrome bumper which was glistening sterling
Used to be a drum majorette for parades in the 40’s
I sit in an old farmer’s back lot now, hidden from the ones
Who have bought up land and are building pristine brick houses
There used to be a great-great-grandson who would jump inside me
Play with my steering wheel, honking the horn
But it has not worked for a long time
Critters live under my hood in the winter
I have become a shelter for those who need one
No longer a showpiece, not flashy or sassy
But I remember and I smile, as the critters seek shelter
Neither of us satisfied but it is a start sometimes.
My ultimate stroke feather in cap
Is a grand slam, hole in one, rap
With home run icing, on the cake
Putting finishing touch, on keepsake
A perfected prize showpiece
Which is a classic gem, jewel, entry
Written in highly expressive
Dowering, poesy, narrative
a showpiece
a speciality
to
declaim:
visually clever
a retort even
to circulate:
enfolded
in a prestigious
compendium
of the poetsirregular&glib-
a hackneyed canticle
to provoke
or not
I tried my best to let you know,
Of feelings of discomfort I was going through,
But each time you managed to catch me off guard,
And leave my dignity completely charred.
I could feel your prowling eyes consuming me,
Scanning me right down from head to knee,
As if I were some priced showpiece,
That you could salvage with your masterpiece.
What made you think I was ready for it?
Was it my silence or my friendly spirit?
Or were they my sleeveless tops & short skirts?
That gave you the default license to flirt.
Each time you tried to make an advance,
I made it a point to maintain a normal stance,
To save your dignity from getting charred,
And save you from forever getting barred.
But with time I have come to realize,
That my silence gives people reasons to analyze,
My own character and consent in the act,
Without trying to know the actual fact.
And thus today I seek to speak out,
It’s time for me to break the seed and sprout,
Time to react and become really tough,
‘Coz mere words are not enough!!
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