Terraform, revolve thee thrice.
Shape the world and go.
Poisoner, bail with thy splice.
Carrion, my crow.
Doubtless, O derision.
The end will come with mirth.
Ingrate! Indecision!
Exactly what we're worth!
Choose a path, eagle, and fly.
Straight if you can plan.
Death god, do ye rule the sky?
Belladonna, ban.
Coyote, thy trickery.
Fancy-free, south sea.
Benefits are pure mercy?
Get on them and be.
Holy savior, thy best line.
Anytime, sunshine.
Ocean water, blind is brine?
Boiled to their refine.
Crocus flower, love. Above?
Push, next door to shove?
Carapace, O turtledove?
Well, it's best thereof.
Singular? Murmur, occur?
Frankincense, thy myrrh.
Reality, pass in blur?
O ogre, thy fur!
Conifer, cathedral. Floor?
O downpour, thy roar.
Chosen people, at the door?
Lettuce, have some more...
Whisper calmly...calling the wind,
air stirring as nature grinned.
Leaves start falling from the trees,
fertilizing flowers for the bees.
Whisper softly...love loving love,
the sweet coo of the turtledove.
All those hearing that beckoning call
will find their roost before nightfall.
Whisper kindly...to those newborn,
who now giggle for the lovelorn.
Who experience joy and happiness
as they spread the word of gladness.
Whisper gently...for all that love,
the baby's mother looks above,
as each gave thanks to another
our world dreams of the word brother.
Whisper simply...we were given life
and man's treasure is a loving wife.
The price we pay is to raise our own...
love and happiness are the keystone.
Golden moments, true love,
Turning you on, turtledove,
Secrets unfold,
Desire never old,
Grey now, not cold,
Blessing generations,
Sing grey liberations.......
Poet’s sleep
with their memories
to hate or to love
Voices unanswered
the night’s
turtledove
Darkness remembers
what daylight
forgets
As dreamers
reenter
— what twilight begets
(Dreamsleep: April, 2018)
If Christ had not risen
If Christ had not risen, our sins could not be forgiven.
We would never be able to be granted a pardon.
If Christ had not risen, there would be no way for us to get access to grace and eternity.
If Christ had not risen, what would we do for the sacrifice of the sin offering? Turtledove and bullock prices would be high, and sin offerings would be too much to pay for you or even me. Christ saw the problem, and He paid the price a long, long time ago.
If Christ had not risen, our souls would be lost.
But because of His blood, we are pardoned and set free at the cross.
If Christ had not risen, where would we spend eternity? That's a question each one must answer.
But thank God for Christ's victory; we are saved and set free.
As the clear golden sun rises
The doves' coos ring soft, true
Songbirds are excited, chipper
Maybe parenting is through
Little ones have left the soft nest
Maybe started families
Of their own, will old birds start anew
Or are their nesting days through?
There was a heavy turtledove
In the kitchen window view
Yesterday, she did not come today
Just the young male, its true
Is she now on the nest, busy?
Is he feeding her now?
Both anticipate the babies
Wondering exactly how~~
God has given them their instructions
They know just what to do
Time will bring the crackin' egg sounds
Then once again the baby flew
"Past the stars and the moon and beyond the
clouds and the sun, I will love you to infinity .."
Quote _by Constance
The moment we met I knew it was love,
and I would always be your turtledove.
I felt it so deep inside that it hurt,
and admit that on our date I was a flirt.
You were the missing puzzle piece of me,
and suddenly the locked door had a key.
We shared many romantic evening dates,
and soon it was clear that we were soulmates.
Our conversations were intense and deep,
the depth of our love made me want to weep.
How you could make me laugh at your jokes,
one after another till I said enough okey-dokes.
We had so many great plans for our life,
then, destiny stabbed us with her sharp knife,
Now, I find love down a long winding road,
I come in the sunshine and when it has snowed_
________________
January 11, 2022
Poetry/Couplet/I Will Love You
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1420-790-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Buzzwords
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues, 03/09/2022
First Place
Old gorgeous Jake is completely in love
Hours he stares and hears a turtledove.
One weekend he never leaves her alone.
He stays in there with a well-used comb.
He goes nowhere, eats nothing at all.
He stretches and preens and stands so tall!
His parents are tearful and truly fear
He’ll never fall out of love with his mirror.
Soul linking of pure hearts is a wonderful gift
Marvelously done in a natural and kind way
The world as we know it takes on a special shift
Powerful feeling which makes an incredible day
God smiles upon those souls who fall in love.
Enthusiasm and joy embeds self, insured to stay
Angels are cheering silently from abode above.
The world wants everything to work out perfectly.
As gentle and quietly as the softest turtledove.
No matter where or when your soulmate might be,
I hope you live in peace and faithful harmony.
Written Jan 22, 2021
Contest: Heart Universe
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
I'm tired of these gothic poems,
Why not write something cheery for Halloween?
Pumpkin seeds and spicy dreams
Orange and red and little Ted
Goes out to play, today, today
Jump in leaves and hang from eaves
Skeletons and docile winds
Autumn love, and turtledove
Snaky rains and growing pains
Rocking boat and rocking crib
Orange, yellow, red, and black
The plump mean woman cease the smack
The child runs free to the neighbor's door
To get their love and treats galore
Change like the falling leaves
Vampire bat with an injured wing.
Swoops through the air with a bit of a swing.
Crow drops down with a caw and a ring.
It is glamorous, a really shiny new thing.
What will you do with it the bat asks?
I’ll put it in her nest, next to the flask.
Is that wine? The bat asks with alarm.
Knowing that drunk crows lose their charm.
Sure says the crow. It’s no big deal.
They soon hear her calling him a heel.
The engagement did not work out this time.
He came back sober, with a shiny dime.
Okay, she agreed, but I want the ring too.
A greedy crow, but what could he do?
He had fallen flat out head over heels in love.
With this cute little number, sexy turtledove.
O solo mio
I am in love
with a cooing bird
a turtledove
I am so happy
That's why I sing
I've just one question ~
How the H (hold this note for a long time!)
do I hump this thing?
Like scramble eggs wanting over easy
Life bounces
Go with it, Bounce high bounce far
Bounce for bouncing
We are here once at least in this form
Today human
Tomorrow sparrow
Yesterday butterfly
Sitting inside my front screen porch
Mellow is the mood of my neighborhood
The sound of shoveling echos in the distance
I taste the day and savor the calm
Sunny and warm with a giggling breeze
And a lonely cooing of an turtledove
The sound of shoveling mixes into the moment
scraping the sound, spreading gravel
tap tap tap, it ceases
A lazy car moseys down the road as if nowhere to go
And my eyes transfix on the lovely figure
of a young teen girl walking slowly and surely
With no modesty of clothing or vibe
Indeed youth is wasted...
Troubles or pleasures life goes on
The night will shade
The day will shine
Life bounces either way
back and forth
high or low
Bounces
My Sweet
If we have a luncheon date
as we both tempt loves fate
Promise me you will agree
to have an evening dinner for two
dining just me with only you
My Dearest
If we kiss tonight
dancing beneath the silver moonlight
Stars twinkling within our eyes
you must promise me
that you will agree
Your morning kiss will awaken me
My Turtledove
If I say I love you
and you know that I do
Promise me that you will agree
that it will always be
Because you love me too
Promise me as we both can see
we love each other true
Wave after wave after wave of affection,
caressing
water
fall misty whispers
come tenderly cascading
The tropic mountain air passes by
the cool seaside
with terrapin flair ... that breezy, slow pace stride
Gently the crescent moon
ebb and flows the tide
Removing her twilight veil,
I see the peace sign of the snow geese in flight,
as I feel the other half of my heart
flutter with quiet ease ~ Softly with silhouette thoughts of desire
It’s so skin good to know
how warm the westerly wind blow
In the turtledove hour of the swan glow night,
between the starlit sighs,
I serenely hear a three syllable echo
Cascading wave after wave after wave,
the pulse beautiful sound
from elevated kissed lips gently rolls
Recurring bosom vibrations
keep oscillating
three-part harmony, so hug tone mellow
From the billowy moon dreams above,
to the pillow sleep slopes below,
I lullaby hear the three syllable echo
Time after time over time,
I’m forever enchanted by that joyous wind chime
Whithersoever it wedding bell goes,
I will surely vow follow
These Mt. Carmel ears can always hear
that three syllable echo
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