In mornings I do not tax my brain
Grateful to lord to raise me again
I sip tea in the garden adornings
I do not tax my brain in mornings
As I have a set routine in the chain
I zoom off for a golfing campaign
18 holes keep up my fitness scene
In the chain, as I have a set routine
No office for me since I am retired
but for household help I am hired
Finances, shopping, I help in glee
Since I am retired no office for me
In evenings a glass or two of wine
With friends, family is always fine
I read out lines of poetic leanings
A glass or two of wine in evenings
21.6.2020
Categories:
sq, retirement,
Form: Quatrain
Once I did miss a welcoming smile
With sight and sounds would go extra mile
My grandchildren blowing me a kiss
A welcoming smile once I did miss
Technology advancement designs
Data along society lines
Replace, update there’s no precedent
Technology designs advancement
As families now travel worldwide
With IPhones never far from their side
Resulting in a constant babble
Now as families worldwide travel
Emoji, texting and videos
Our communicating how it flows
FaceTiming now my reality
Videos, texting and emoji
6/17/20
Categories:
sq, technology,
Form: Quatrain
Not long ago, we all were told
LOCK DOWN! Strange things I saw unfold,
yet constantly, "Go with the flow,"
we all were told not long ago.
I'm hearing lies now more and more.
And some of them I can't ignore.
What "WHO" says, C- D -C denies!
Now more and more, I'm hearing lies.
While on a bike, some wear a mask.
"Are they insane?" myself I ask.
I'll hug my grandkids if I like!
Some wear a mask while on a bike!
It is God's will if I should die:
the when, the where, the how and why.
Of all this crap I've had my fill!
If I should die, it is GOD'S will.
June 14, 2020
For Joseph May's Swap The Verse Poetry Contest
Categories:
sq, society,
Form: Quatrain
I recall June dreams beyond seasons' past
which bring me down lanes where old guitars waft ;
his fingers twanging notes, our laughter screams
beyond seasons' past... I recall June dreams.
This man I adore as God’s prized token,
grunts at fairy books with scowls unspoken
yet hands would strum about mythical lore ...
as God’s prized token, this man I adore.
Lurks the night raven with venom impressed--
casting a fierce shock upon his dear chest
to drown rhapsodies from our lane's haven:
with venom impressed, lurks the night raven.
Ablaze in this heart, fiddler’s tunes I keep
where moments enchanted prance in my sleep--
Grandpa, not in time will we be apart,
fiddler's tunes I keep... ablaze in this heart.
Swap The Verse Contest of Joseph May
` included SQ in the title after posting`
6/13/2020
Categories:
sq, grandfather, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Quatrain
Painting by Leonid Afremov
Older, I grow each birth of dawn,
then, more when sun has set and gone.
My soul feels mirth, days come and go.
Each birth of dawn, older, I grow.
On shifting shore, I lightly tread
in fear of what might lie ahead.
I pray my strength will soon restore.
I lightly tread on shifting shore.
With inner light, I tend to blooms.
God’s gift to me when darkness looms
My vibrant vase brightens gray sight.
I tend to blooms with inner light.
My love remains this sleepless hour
in search of dreams as shadows tower.
Held in your arms, my darkness wanes.
This sleepless hour, my love remains.
Written 6/13/20 for Joseph May’s
Swap the Verse Contest
Categories:
sq, age, hope, light, love,
Form: Quatrain
In my brittle life’s fragile landscape changes are not aberration,
etching a valley incised on contours of topographic undulation,
meanders in time to plains of nebulous future taking shape,
changes are not aberration in my brittle life’s fragile landscape.
Many a surging streams in a spate I’d crossed in a blink,
with petals of dreams held close to the heart lest they’d sink,
chased the butterflies in the scented air to the yonder strait,
I’d crossed in a blink many a surging streams in a spate.
From the soul’s depth of bliss I collected a treasure
of rare gems sparkling in divine ecstasy to the full measure,
pearls of dew adorned my meadow, their hue I didn’t miss,
I collected a treasure from the soul’s depth of bliss.
While I walk the last mile I won’t count the steps any more,
at the end of time when I’ll reach life’s eternal sea shore,
before setting sail I’ll look back at the footprints for a while,
I won’t count the steps any more while I walk the last mile.
June 9, 2020
Contest : Swap The Verse
Sponsor : Joseph May
Categories:
sq, death, journey, life,
Form: Quatrain
My porch is lush with colored hues,
I have white, pinks, purple and blues;
love it in the early dawn hush,
with colored hues, my porch is lush.
Green herbs tumble from brown clay pots,
my creeping jenny is in knots;
bright wild blooms grow in a jumble,
from brown clay pots, green herbs tumble.
Oat grass grows for my kitty cat,
nice to sit with friends for a chat;
and often go there to compose,
for my kitty cat, oat grass grows.
Vines curl and unfurl here and there,
people often look up and stare;
such a serene place for this girl
here and there, vines curl and unfurl.
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June 8, 2020
Poetry/Quatrain/My Porch Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1259-087-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Swap The Verse
sponsor, Joseph May
First Place
Categories:
sq, garden,
Form: Quatrain
Winter is here it starts to snow
People are cosy by fireside glow
Christmas time brings fun and cheer
It starts to snow winter is here.
Flowers now bloom it must be spring
Song birds happy they start to sing
We've left behind the winters gloom
It must be spring flowers now bloom.
Heat from the sun, temperatures rise
Longer days with early sunrise
Beach and barbecues having fun
Temperatures rise, heat from the sun.
It's getting cold Autumns here now
Summer season now takes a bow
Amazing colours, reds and gold
Autumns here now it's getting cold.
Written 7th June 2020.
For Swap The Verse Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Joseph May.
Categories:
sq, autumn, spring, summer, winter,
Form: Quatrain
LET US SPREAD...
Let's spread some love, let's sprinkle it,
With love, let's keep our hearts well lit,
From earth below to heav'n above,
Let's sprinkle it, let's spread some love;
Let's spread some joy, splash it around,
With happiness, let earth abound,
Let every girl and every boy
Splash it around, let's spread some joy;
Let's spread some peace, scatter some calm,
Let peace be our world's healing balm,
Let's harmonise, let all wars cease,
Scatter some calm, let's spread some peace;
Let's spread some hope, send out our care,
With words of wisdom, let us share
How to look up to heaven's scope,
Send out our care, let's spread some hope.
06.07.2020
Categories:
sq, hope, joy, love, peace,
Form: Quatrain
You are the mistress of the night
in red, yellow, orange or white,
not just like some distant star.
Of the night, mistress, you are.
So many shapes and forms you take
with faces at the Earth you make
and from your light there are moonscapes.
Take you so many forms and shapes.
Sometimes you touch my kitchen floor,
a streak of white light I adore.
Clear moonlight is never too much.
My kitchen floor you sometimes touch.
You rule romance in everyone,
reflection of the guardian sun.
Sometimes the say that you are blue.
Romance in everyone rule you.
6/5/20
Swap The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
sq, moon,
Form: Quatrain
Joy smiles warmly and dances with delight
Casting out shadows that come after midnight
Creating intimate feelings that awaken normally
With delight, joy dances and smiles warmly
Inspiration colors my life with hues of amber
It is with great hope that I continue to clamber
Knowing that, with time, I will leave all strife
With hues of amber, inspiration colors my life
Whispers of love touch my spirit with sensitivity
Assuring me that I have all I could hope in positivity
Reminding me that I have no need in life to fear it
With sensitivity, whispers of love touch my spirit
Faith, hope and love are united to lead my heart
Giving me wisdom enough to ensure a good part
Reaching up to the One who sees down from above
United to lead my heart are faith, hope and love
Swap the Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Written and Posted on June 5, 2020
Categories:
sq, appreciation, faith, hope, how
Form: Quatrain
I wake up at the break of dawn
stretching, I stifle a huge yawn
then fumble for my coffee cup
at the break of dawn I wake up
I must prepare a little snack
and pack it into my rucksack
For my days out in the fresh air
a little snack I must prepare
I’ll ramble on lush verdant hills
admiring golden daffodils
I’ll stay out till the sun has gone
lush verdant hills I’ll ramble on
I’ll stay outside for quite a while
and clamber over fence and stile
Our Island makes me beam with pride
for quite a while I’ll stay outside
Swap The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
06/05/20
Categories:
sq, beauty, home, how i
Form: Quatrain
Midway on vacation spree he looked in my eyes
Dancing to velvet ballads playing in reprise
Hues of azure twilight through swaying maple tree
He looked in my eyes midway on vacation spree
Bathed in honeyed mist drizzled whispers made us fly
Lilac primrose petals caressed golden blue sky
Parched sand dunes held rippled oasis to be kissed
Drizzled whispers made us fly, bathed in honeyed mist
We floated through greenwood embraced by mystic haze
Wet twigs preserved our footprints of secrets ablaze
Fluffy clouds spiraled lucid drops on cuckoo's hood
Embraced by mystic haze, we floated through greenwood
Scented petrichor repose, sprayed by flaming muse
I paused his melodious hush to let it fuse
Into the rivulets cruising in those meadows
Sprayed by flaming muse, scented petrichor repose
June 4, 2020
Swap The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
~Winner: 1st Place
STRAND NO 790,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
sq, love, nature,
Form: Quatrain
Example for my Swap Quatrain Contest, Check it Out
He came to see his long lost love
To put together the pieces thereof
As blossoms fell from off the tree
His long lost love, he came to see
They told him that she was not there
His old flame who was so fair
Disappointment left him flat
She was not there, they told him that
He walked away lost in thought
As memories of her to him were brought
He hoped to find her another day
Lost in thought, he walked away
She would remain forever lost
As all his searches he did exhaust
Within his heart he felt the pain
Forever lost she would remain
6-3-2020
Categories:
sq, absence, lost love,
Form: Quatrain
Within peace we dwell, in His Holy words,
A wishing well of Heavens flocking herds.
The Prince of Peace who does excel,
In His Holy words, within peace we dwell.
We seek tranquility, within His lasting Light,
And upon His humility we do ignite.
For His words are spoken with great gentility,
Within His lasting Light, we seek tranquility.
A calmness comes, amidst His blessful bliss,
Hearts beating like drums after an Angel’s kiss.
In His presence, we are with tangled tongues,
Amidst His blessful bliss, a calmness comes.
Oh Prince of Peace, touch our sacred Soul,
Ignorance to release, making the body whole.
Within your humble harmony, we do cease,
Touch our sacred Soul, oh Prince of Peace.
April.22.2019
Swap Meet Poetry
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
Placed 7'th...Thank You
Categories:
sq, jesus, peace, truth,
Form: Quatrain
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