tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45937431498450282252024-02-19T23:27:50.947-08:00Rhyme, meter, and my musingsConstancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-4826353760693713812015-10-07T09:59:00.000-07:002015-10-07T09:59:57.705-07:00Being MommyI have spent time reflecting on the wonders of motherhood lately, I love being mom to my sons. I know that I have talked about my children on several occasions here, but I cannot help myself. They are an enormous part of who I am and who I will become. As they grow and change I also grow and change.<br />
By no means do I mean to say that I am comprised of mostly my "mommy" characteristics, I only mean to say that being mom to two boys has made up a great deal of who I have become.<br />
I was initially a bit wary of raising a boy, since I had spent most of my life until my son's birth around girls. I am the oldest of three girls and of eight grandchildren on my mother's side, there were only two boys. So, when my bouncing baby boy came into my life I was, understandably, slightly overwhelmed by the task before me.<br />
That being said, I have settled into this role I have been placed into and I love my boys like nothing else in this world. I cannot imagine my life without them in it.<br />
A while back I wrote this poem for my youngest son, whom I have found the most challenging in temperament, and whom I often find myself most frustrated with, but I love him no less than his older brother. Honestly, his ability to challenge me is good for me and forces me to find new ways to approach parenting and exercise patience.<br />
So now that I have rambled on about being a mom and my fabulous sons I will move on to the end and give you the poem. Please, enjoy and have a blessed day!<br />
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<b>For My Son</b><br />
<br />
He chases dandelion fluff,<br />
He dances with bubbles in the air.<br />
He chases his hero, his knight so tough,<br />
with sunlight shinning in his hair.<br />
With dimples dancing upon his cheeks,<br />
sparkles glinting within his eyes,<br />
and a mouth from which laughter leaks<br />
he plays as if he owns the skies.<br />
So, keeping my little love from harm,<br />
I watch all around,<br />
for danger coming from up afar<br />
to that which may strike from the ground.<br />
All the while he plucks flowers of yellow<br />
and plays with every bug,<br />
thinking them funny fellows.<br />
Oh, my child, my child, my precious dear,<br />
how I love you so!<br />
I'll revel in your smiles so dear<br />
and watch you as you grow.<br />
-Constance<br />
<br />Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-4096086051150479682015-09-28T20:06:00.000-07:002015-09-28T20:06:16.835-07:00New PhasesI have begun a new phase in my life recently. A lot has changed and many changes are coming still. I will not be going into those at the moment, but I will say that as I have evaluated my life I have found much about my life that I wish to change, and I have begun making them.<br />
In celebration of these changes I'm posting a newer piece of mine here and will do my level best to post more often (I promise!)<br />
So, without further ado my new post and my new poem!<br />
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<b><u>Killing Kindness</u></b><br />
<b><u><br /></u></b>
I'm gonna hit you<br />
Like a bullet between the eyes,<br />
With kindness.<br />
I'm gonna slay you<br />
With my eyes,<br />
Filled with joy and light.<br />
I'm gonna kill you with my kindness.<br />
<br />
I'm gonna hurt you and you're gonna like it.<br />
I'm gonna kill you with kindness, darling.<br />
You're gonna like it.<br />
<br />
I'm gonna melt you with warmth,<br />
With my arms around you.<br />
I'm gonna love your flaws<br />
With all of my flaws.<br />
We're gonna be amazing<br />
After I break you down.<br />
I'm gonna kill you with kindness.<br />
<br />
I'll put you back together<br />
While I rebuild me.<br />
My kindness is growing<br />
Please don't flee.<br />
-Constance<br />
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There it is! I hope you enjoyed reading it and getting to know this small piece of me.Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-30105075066984469602015-01-07T12:53:00.000-08:002015-01-07T12:53:03.314-08:00NegligenceI am a supremely negligent blogger. I honestly am. I am not, however, negligent of my creativity. I have written a great deal over the time that I have been absent from my blog.<br />
My negligence has been 90% laziness and 10% lack of any real desire to post. If you are reading this blog I would joyfully welcome some feedback to help with that motivation please. Even if it is only to say you are unimpressed I would appreciate the honest opinion.<br />
Either way.I am determined, once again, begin posting my work. That being said, I have selected a piece I wrote about myself and the fear involved in sharing my work.<br />
It is an honestly terrifying and daunting prospect each and every time I post a poem I have written. I am literally putting a piece of my innermost self out for the world to see. It's an intimidating undertaking each and every time and it never ceases to rattle my nerves a bit.<br />
So with an apology for my extended absence and without further delay I give you a new poem!<br />
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<u>Of Me</u><br />
<u><br /></u>
I think in color and light.<br />
I imagine in musical sound.<br />
Chaos is my inspiration.<br />
My soul writes it down.<br />
<br />
Ingrained in my being<br />
Is an artwork so rare<br />
To show it to you<br />
I must lay myself bare.<br />
<br />
One small line at a time.<br />
One lofty note after another.<br />
Until you've seen me as I am.<br />
Sister, daughter, mother, lover.<br />
<br />
It is a naked portrait.<br />
Can I still hide?<br />
<br />
-Constance<br />
<br />
There you have it! Love it? Hate it? Let me know!Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-52158236463301614082014-02-12T11:28:00.001-08:002014-02-12T11:28:37.020-08:00I didn't disappear. Honest!I didn't disappear. Honest! I've just been truly lazy about this blog. I've not even slacked off of writing. I have written quite a number of poems of late. It seems the laziness only extends to posting on here. Oh well, here I am, ready to post away. That is, if this ice storm doesn't deprive me of power.<br />
This particular piece I am rather proud of. I know that the human soul is a much pondered upon subject throughout the history of man. Philosophers, musicians, writers, and scientist through the ages have tried to describe, define, classify, understand that intangible force within us all. The very spirit of a person.<br />
I, myself, have spent a great deal of time pondering upon the human soul, the spirit within us. This is merely one of many compositions I have written on the subject. I hope you enjoy it and it doesn't come across too cliche.<br />
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<u>Glorious! Terrible!</u><br />
The soul within<br />
Light with emotion.<br />
Imbued with sentiment.<br />
Glorious!<br />
Terrible!<br />
<br />
Love, hope, joy, affection.<br />
Hate, despair, sadness, disdain.<br />
A delicate paradox.<br />
Glorious!<br />
Terrible!<br />
<br />
Coruscant, intangible thing<br />
Within us all<br />
How blessed a gift.<br />
How simultaneous a curse.<br />
-Constance<br />
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There you have it! Enjoy! Or not... that is up to you! Have a lovely day!Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-39118847281251881702014-01-09T13:52:00.000-08:002014-01-09T13:52:35.465-08:00First post of 2014, FINALLY!So, this is much later than I had anticipated posting. My new year so far has been, trying. My eldest son finally got to go back to school today though. I was beginning to think that between the abysmal weather and on again off again water issues throughout the county he would never return. He was beginning to believe it too, and was none too pleased about it. Hopefully there will be no more arctic weather invading and things can return to some modicum of normalcy.<br />
Last weekend I spent Saturday evening with my lovely sister-in-law, April, celebrating her birthday and watching Sherlock, again. (We have watched it too much I think.) I also asked her to choose for me between two poems I wrote a couple of months ago. The following is the one she chose.<br />
It is a perfectly self explanatory piece, so I won't waste time going on about the foibles of man and blindness of the powerful. I hope you enjoy it!<br />
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It, I believe,<br />
Is the nature<br />
Of man<br />
To destroy,<br />
To create,<br />
To govern,<br />
To revolt,<br />
To love,<br />
To hate.<br />
<br />
However, I see,<br />
Not conflict,<br />
But creative chaos.<br />
A connected purpose.<br />
Merely working<br />
In opposing cycles.<br />
Impeding the other<br />
In their perceived goals,<br />
Convinced of their own sainthood.<br />
Never listening to<br />
The quiet hurt<br />
Of the ones they claim<br />
To champion.<br />
<br />
Look, listen,<br />
Then-<br />
Speak.<br />
<br />
-Constance<br />
<br />
There you go! Happy belated New Year! May it be blessed and joyful.Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-11481441005437317742013-12-18T13:18:00.000-08:002013-12-18T13:18:37.891-08:00Christmas MagicI have spent the past few days baking and making candy in preparation for next week's festivities. I love baking and making sweets, but this is the only time of year I truly allow myself to indulge in doing so. I am joined in the kitchen sporadically by my eldest son, who seems to believe that every step of making these things is endlessly fascinating.<br />
This awe and curiosity reminds me of being a child and watching my mother bake cookies and getting in her way in an attempt to understand how she was doing it. I was convinced my mother worked magic at one point. She was a sorceress of the kitchen, magically taking things like flour and butter and sugar and making beautiful, scrumptious things! It was amazing!<br />
Of course, now I know what is going on in the theater of my childhood magic show. I am the sorceress, transforming and entrancing. I had forgotten how fantastic it all is until I watched Caleb learn to mix dough, decorate a cookie, melt butterscotch, and sample the product of his work and diligence. This is my Christmas magic moment.<br />
So, here is a brief poem that I composed to attempt to convey that feeling, the warmth and affection, involved in cooking in the kitchen in preparation for Christmas fun.<br />
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<br />
<u>Magic</u><br />
<u><br /></u>
Sugar and vanilla.<br />
Peppermint and chocolate.<br />
Flour and butter.<br />
Childhood memories,<br />
Kitchen magic.<br />
Warmth and laughter.<br />
<br />
Messy hands.<br />
Ruffled aprons.<br />
Christmas carols.<br />
Baking smells.<br />
Smiling eyes.<br />
Laughing smiles.<br />
Kitchen magic.<br />
Christmas magic.<br />
Love's magic.<br />
-ConstanceConstancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-17464908925278316292013-12-10T13:55:00.000-08:002013-12-10T13:55:06.992-08:00The HumbleI know, it has been ages!!! Shame upon me! I've been without motivation and stuck in a funk of angst, creatively that is. I'm generally put out with the world and general idiocy of societal sheep and have suffered for it. I don't want to be the angry poet lady who rages at the world from her quiet corner of the blogger universe all of the time. I know that there are good things going on, merely overlooked by most or simply not given the praise it deserves.<br />
In honor of the humble humans out there who give to others, lend a helping hand, or go beyond the call of duty in the name of kindness with no expectations of praise or acknowledgement in any form, this is for you. I wrote this several weeks ago, and now seems an apt time to drag it out of my journal and onto my blog.<br />
I pray you enjoy it and that it inspires you to say thank you to the quiet humanitarian in your life and maybe commit an act of altruism yourself. It wouldn't hurt the world if we all did a little something for someone else anonymously here and there.<br />
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<u>The Humble</u><br />
The grandest humans<br />
Are seldom the greatest.<br />
The loudest champions<br />
Are seldom true heroes.<br />
The most generous<br />
Are often without.<br />
The unfailingly kind<br />
Are often sorely used.<br />
<br />
No parades thrown<br />
Honoring their glory.<br />
Few songs sung<br />
Telling their story.<br />
The rewards unseen,<br />
A spiritual glory.<br />
In other's shadows<br />
Moving mighty mountains.<br />
True gifts to humanity,<br />
These ceaseless fountains.<br />
<br />
-Constance<br />
<br />
There you have it. God bless you all and may you all give a little to others in this season of giving.Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-22483569724562761052013-11-11T13:39:00.000-08:002013-11-11T13:39:29.184-08:00Veteran's DayAs a wife of a veteran I see first hand some of the turmoil that a soldier can suffer. Of course, there are those who suffer less and those who suffer greatly under the burden of the things they have seen and done. I will not discuss that today. That is not what this is about. This is about honoring the sacrifices these brave individuals make. <div>
For the most part today's veterans are thanked and supported by the public, though it was not always so, and still is not always so. I am thankful for that, even as I wish there was more done for them and more I could do for my own husband. We don't understand them. Not really. We can listen and think over what they are willing to share, but we will never truly understand. So, we thank them, praise them, and attempt to pay them back in some small measure for all they have given or haven't finished giving. </div>
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Keeping this in mind I attempted to write an appropriate bit of poetic homage to those who serve and came up blank. I haven't the words to express my thoughts and emotions on this topic. So, in lieu of that I rummaged into my older writing and found this. I have posted it before a few years ago during my husband's second deployment. Despite the passage of time, this still rings true. I hope you all enjoy it. Happy Veteran's Day. Don't forget to thank a veteran for their service and pray for those actively serving.</div>
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<span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;">Matter of the Man</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Certificates and awards</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Hanging on his walls.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Medals and ribbons</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Pinned on his chest.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Rifles and ammo</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">In his safe.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Photos of men</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">His men; a brotherhood.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Honor and courage</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">In his soul.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Duty and responsibility</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Dwellers of his heart.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A paragon and a citadel</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">This is who he is.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A man and a soldier</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">That is what he is.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">These are his</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">A soldier's things.</span><br style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #441500; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">-Constance</span></div>
Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-71845464460916748442013-11-01T15:30:00.000-07:002013-11-01T15:30:08.871-07:00ShameI haven't really got a lot to say about this poem. It is fairly self-explanatory. I selected this from several pieces I've written over the week. Why this one you may ask? It touches on some pet peeves of mine dealing in mass hypocrisy and the rabid propagation that the general public swallows and accepts via the media and schools. No one is safe if they don't collect facts and think about things objectively! Yet, it becomes obvious quickly that most don't partake in critical thought. *le sigh. I've gone off on a soap box. Pardon me.<br />
On with the poetry. Love it? Hate it? Want to argue the point? Ok. I hope you enjoy the writing in either case, even if the content is less than pleasing.<br />
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<br />
Shame<br />
<br />
Shades of ignorance<br />
Painted far and wide.<br />
Cathedrals of learning,<br />
Where it all hides.<br />
Bountiful knowledge,<br />
Wasted on stagnant minds.<br />
<br />
Think on your own,<br />
Lest you fall behind.<br />
Swallowed by hordes<br />
Claiming to be "your kind."<br />
All the same ideals,<br />
Thinking themselves diversified.<br />
<br />
Minority thinking to<br />
Majority thinking.<br />
The old now spurned.<br />
The new now crucifying.<br />
Your superiority<br />
Turned hypocrisy.<br />
<br />
Shame.<br />
-ConstanceConstancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-55663314982334376782013-10-22T15:37:00.000-07:002013-10-22T15:38:37.981-07:00little boys and their joys.I am the blessed mother of two fantastic (in my humble opinion) little boys, of 7 and 2. This comes, like most things in life, with rewards and drawbacks. There are many days that the drawbacks seem to far outweigh the rewards, but as the majority of mothers out there will tell you, it's worth it. A toddler especially likes to test the limits of one's sanity, on an hourly basis usually.<br />
I am reminded of these joyous rewards when I hold one of my precious boys and they smile back at me without hesitation. Pure happiness in a single facial expression and I am reassured of my place in the world. Those gorgeous blue eyes and bright little smiles make my heart swell with pure, unadulterated love.<br />
So, I true to wrote a poem to embody this phenomenal depth of emotion. It fails, of course, to capture the depth of feeling I want to convey, but I simply couldn't ignore the urge to attempt it. I hope despite its shortcomings, you enjoy the sentiment behind the piece.<br />
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Ode to My Boys<br />
<br />
This is my love,<br />
Tangled up in your eyes.<br />
Childish joy I see<br />
Is your toothy smile.<br />
Magnificent blue<br />
Reflecting my joy.<br />
Precocious little boy.<br />
<br />
You drive me mad,<br />
Straight up the wall.<br />
No matter the crazy<br />
Still, I love it all.<br />
The tears and pain,<br />
They make the joy sharp.<br />
Laughter sounding like a harp.<br />
-ConstanceConstancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-60071813842916867112013-10-16T13:02:00.000-07:002013-10-16T13:03:10.362-07:00Quick! I haven't a great deal of time to do this today. My eldest son is out of school this week so alone time is a bit more difficult to obtain at the moment. Because of this lack of time I will be leaping right into the poetry.<br />
I chose this piece from some things I wrote a few weeks ago. I liked it best so, here it is on my blog. I hope you enjoy it and find a measure of peace in the lines or more importantly in the Great Comforter, The Holy Spirit, whichever name you choose to go with. He is there after all.<br />
<br />
When doubt rolls<br />
Deep in your soul.<br />
A thick fog<br />
Blocking all hope.<br />
Faith holding on<br />
By a thread.<br />
Hope in your heart,<br />
All but dead.<br />
I Am here.<br />
<br />
Like thunder<br />
Rolling across the land.<br />
Lightning flashing overhead.<br />
Rain cleansing everything.<br />
I'll hold you.<br />
Offer cleansing comfort.<br />
Awesome love.<br />
Majestic hope.<br />
I Am here.<br />
<br />
Waiting.<br />
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I Am here.Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-68514513038505197262013-10-02T11:09:00.000-07:002013-10-02T11:09:16.667-07:00Responsibility.I am incredibly sick of people running around doing things for themselves, giving no thought to the consequences that may result from them. Then, when faced with consequences, choose to point fingers or pawn off their involvement! Grow up people! You are not the only person on the planet to be set upon by difficulties, strife, or woe of some sort. This does not excuse you from taking responsibility for any harm you may cause to those around you.<br />
I am by no means saying that one cannot seek redemption and forgiveness, in fact, please do! I encourage everyone to apologize and strive to do better. I too, try to do this. I by no means always succeed in doing so, but I do try. We should all reach for improvement of our characters, shouldn't we?<br />
So, this poem if for the selfish, who go about hurting others and taking no responsibility for it. Get it together or just leave others out of your messy, "me me me" life.<br />
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The air around you<br />
Reeks of selfishness,<br />
Thoughtlessness.<br />
Look around you.<br />
So many hurts,<br />
Broken hearts,<br />
Beating in broken eyes.<br />
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Reach inside yourself<br />
Touch your own humanity,<br />
Thoughtfulness.<br />
Reach our and touch<br />
Mend those souls.<br />
Go where your sins go.<br />
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Responsibility,<br />
Take some-<br />
Have some-<br />
Or leave us all alone.<br />
-Constance<br />
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There I have done a little venting. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't maybe next time!Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-81596516684212922132013-09-27T11:30:00.000-07:002013-09-27T11:30:00.593-07:00Progression! So, I have returned! It has been entirely too long since I have been here.<br />
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I am returning now, and I am working on a whole new me! I'm trying to get in shape, getting out and doing things, and having fun doing it! I'm back writing poetry and it should only follow that I start sharing again.<br />
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In following with my self improvement I will attempt to be more consistent and post at minimum once a week. Starting today. Hooray!<br />
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So here it is! A new poem. It's fresh, never seen before, one week old, and without a title... I know, it is sad. I still struggle with that particular part of things. It is my most frustrating failing when writing. I think this one is appropriate for this post as well since it deals with complacency and shaking it off.<br />
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How long have I slept?<br />
Belly full of complacency<br />
Heart full of fear<br />
Going nowhere...<br />
If it isn't here.<br />
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The fire in my gut<br />
Banked for the night.<br />
Still not stoked up.<br />
Where is the sunlight?<br />
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Look up!<br />
See through wiser eyes!<br />
Rip off the blinders!<br />
Disbelieve your own lies!<br />
-Constance<br />
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What do you think? Isn't it appropriate?Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-27455444734694693122009-11-15T07:08:00.000-08:002009-11-15T07:26:44.412-08:00So sorry... here have some Shakespeare!<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yes, so I've not posted in a long while. As I said on my other blog... I've been naughty! I promise to give this more effort from now on. I will not be posting anything original today simply because I haven't anything that I feel would be appropriate. I have started writing again, but they are a bit acerbic and I don't want my first post to have some acid spitting poem full of vicious vitrol. I would like to give you all something nice to read to begin with, not to mention the fact that I can write something much more pleasant, or at least less hateful. I really must stop watching the news. Honestly, it only pisses me off! </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Anyway, today I will be sharing with you one of my very favorites of Shakespeare's sonnets. The first time I read it kind of felt bad for the lady it was about, but the more I read it I realized that Shakespeare wasn't, in fact, insulting the lady, but saying in a very satirical manner that his lady was perfectly lovely, but not in the way that everyone else sees lovely. In other words, she was an unusual sort of beauty that he appreciated and that all of the cliche little descriptions and comparisons couldn't be applied to! I love it! So enjoy!</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sonnet 130</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Coral is far more red, than her lips red:</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If hairs be wires, why then black wires grow on her head;</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I have seen roses damasked, red, and white,</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But no such roses see I in her cheeks;</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">And in some perfumes is there more delight,</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I love to hear her speak, yet well I know</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">That music hath a far more pleasing sound:</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I grant I never saw a goddess go,</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, </span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As any she belied with false compare.</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">-William Shakespeare</span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-36101041841155297492009-06-30T13:47:00.001-07:002009-06-30T14:37:17.229-07:00For your children.<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">What wouldn't we do for our children? I know that I would do a whole lot for my little one and I know many other parents who feel the same. I've been trying to figure out where to go with the first stanza of this poem for over a month. I knew where I wanted it to go, but I couldn't find the words. I mean this is about protecting your child as much as possible and at the same time letting them go when you must and hoping they will be all that they were meant to and learn to live up to all of their potential. I suppose there are other angles you could take on this, but I wrote it as a mother to her child. Feel free to take it how you see it though. It never says anything specific about mother or child. I do hope that you enjoy it though.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >To Fly. To Soar.</span>
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I’ll be the shield against the temptation.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Be the danger that danger fears.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Reveal the secrets and lie's secrets.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Cut the strings that tie you down.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Free you from stony ground.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Watch your flight begin.</p><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Watch you fly out to the sky.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Show the world your soul.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Illuminate the shadows with your smile.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Vanquish your enemies with light.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Become all that you were meant to.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Grow into the gifts given you.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Don’t just learn to fly so high.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I hope someday you soar.</p><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">-Constance
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<br />Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-83032431066418239582009-06-27T13:23:00.000-07:002009-06-27T13:33:55.075-07:00A little summer piece.<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I was feeling the summertime niceness today, before I started sweating and Louis stopped playing, and I wrote a nice positive summer poem. I don't usually extol the virtues of summer because I generally don't care for it. It is hot and sticky and I'd rather it be spring or fall. Still I was appreciating it this morning and I appreciate the fabulousness that is night in the summer too. No blazing sun to cook your insides and fry your skin off. Anyway, this one is fairly simple and I am rather fond of it. I hope you enjoy it as well.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sanguine Summer<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><br />Heavy, warm air<br />Shifting lazily through trees,<br />Propelled by a fragrant summer breeze.<br /><br />Dreams flit by.<br />Daydreams spawned by time.<br />Silent pictures; mental mime.<br /><br />Flowery blossoms wave.<br />Leafy branches bend and sway<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>,<br />Dance in pleasure on a warm summer day.<br />-Constance<br /><br /></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-88705632051847290242009-06-26T08:32:00.000-07:002009-06-26T08:51:48.617-07:00Soldier's things.<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">So most of you know that music is a huge thing for me. It is practically and extension of my soul. Last night while sitting here I had my itunes set on random so that I was getting a wildly varied selection of music while I did my thing and talked to Jacob for a little while. Now, it is inevitable that if I sit and actually listen to the music I will be inspired to write something myself. It just so happens that Tom Waits was my muse last night. lol! There's an image for you. He has a song called "Soldier's Things" that I love. I started looking around at my soldier's things and decided to write.<br />My poem doesn't really flow in the same vein as Tom Wait's song, but the general idea came from him and I got to thinking about how these things are a small outward projection of the man within. The things that make him who he is. The framed pictures, certificates, and awards hanging on the wall that he is so proud of. The dress uniform hanging on the closet door with all of the ribbons and the medals and stripes, all of this reflects a part of the whole that is Jacob. So here it is. Let me know what you think!<br />This is a video somebody made to go with the song that is actually pretty good if you want to hear the song.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwg3y_FnLmg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwg3y_FnLmg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Matter of the Man</span><br /><br />Certificates and awards<br />Hanging on his walls.<br />Medals and ribbons<br />Pinned on his chest.<br />Rifles and ammo<br />In his safe.<br />Photos of men<br />His men; a brotherhood.<br />Honor and courage<br />In his soul.<br />Duty and responsibility<br />Dwellers of his heart.<br />A paragon and a citadel<br />This is who he is.<br />A man and a soldier<br />That is what he is.<br />These are his<br />A soldier's things.<br />-Constance<br /></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-74724432451116005562009-06-16T10:41:00.000-07:002009-06-16T11:06:14.128-07:00Long time gone!<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Sorry it has been so long since I posted. I have been sorely lacking in any artistic motivation and thus lacking in motivation to post anything here. I am back! I have a brand new playlist over there that is extremely long (101 songs) and it is on shuffle so hopefully you will hear something different every time you visit my blog. There is quite a collection of music over there, if I do say so myself. I am rather erratic in my musical selections so, you never know what you are gonna get! Ha! I'm like a box of chocolates! I tried not to put anything too loud or grating since a lot of people don't really appreciate my love for loud aggressive music. I hope you all appreciate that!<br />Now on to the poem of the day. I wrote this over a month ago and I have no recollection of what was going through my head at the time or what inspired this really. I knew I should have made a note somewhere on that page, but I didn't and its too late now. I liked it when I read back over it and since that is fairly odd for me I figured this would be the lucky candidate for today's post! I hope all of you enjoy it as well! Oh and no, it doesn't have a title. The evil title blocker in my brain strikes again!!!<br /><br />Never think<br />Of all of the times<br />Love turned us sour.<br /><br />Think instead<br />Of our completion.<br />Love's finest hour.<br /><br />Walking through rain<br />Till sun shines again.<br />Our names an amen.<br /><br />The elements claim.<br />Let heaven and hell reign.<br />Nothing touches here.<br />-Constance<br /></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-24636819189415625192009-06-03T21:46:00.000-07:002009-06-03T21:56:28.315-07:00Freedom...<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">So, it has been a while. I have been writing still, I just haven't written anything that I felt was worth sharing. I am posting this particular poem because I felt I had finally written something worth posting. Sorry for taking so long to come up with something. I know you may have enjoyed some of the other stuff I have written, but I am rather critical of my own work so I don't put up a lot of my stuff.
<br />I came up with the first lines of this poem after I caught a random line in a song that said "cold walk of freedom." I stopped reading my book and immediately wondered what in the world a cold walk of freedom would be. Of course, this set off a spark that had to go somewhere and this is it. I am not sure that everyone will understand what I am saying, but I am fairly confident that it is something most people can relate to. The allure of freedom from the ties of home and family, of lack of responsibility and commitment, but I am certain it would be a lonely sort of freedom and hardly worth it. I have had a small taste of this at one point and I didn't like it then and am sure I wouldn't like it now. Like I said I am not sure if everyone will relate to this, but I think maybe they can at least in a vague way.
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<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJacob%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Deceptive Freedom<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">A walk of freedom</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">So many want it.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">A cold walk I say.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Alone against the day.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Cold freedom you see.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">A lonely walk .</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Leaves you empty.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">What is the point of it?</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Pursuit of triviality.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">I like my world.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">My life of captivity.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">My love a freeing thing.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">It has wings you cannot see.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">So many roam.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Far, far from home.</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Loneliness comes stealing in </p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">The freedom acquired</p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">Not what it seemed </p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">When at the start did begin.</p><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal">-Constance
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<br />Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-68071318382431322252009-05-20T08:43:00.000-07:002009-05-20T08:59:41.815-07:00Change<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">This one may be a little confusing for some of you since it is a little less straightforward than usual. All I can do to explain is tell you that I was thinking about change when I wrote it. You know that whole "the only thing in life that doesn't change is that there is always change" thing. I don't remember who said that and I don't feel like researching it so don't get on my case. So I suppose what I am trying to convey is the inevitability and shear force that change is in our lives. Something is always changing, especially in today's world and every one is trying to make a change in it themselves whether good or bad. It's interesting when you run into those individuals who don't like change. They are so unfortunate! Can you imagine hating things changing and there being no way to stop it. I personally like change as long as it is positive. It is the degradation of morality, government, and society that bother me, but all I can do is attempt to affect a change in that for myself. See, it is all about change and how you cope and what you yourself change. I hope that is somewhat helpful in understanding what I am trying convey in this poem. I hope you enjoy!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Force of Change</span><br /><br />Sound seeping into my veins.<br />Emitting social distortion.<br />Political outrage.<br /><br />This feeling starts buzzing in my brain.<br />Driving in the fast lane.<br />Affecting a change.<br /><br />Changes I can't see yet from my filmy eyes.<br />Peering through the fog.<br />Above this I rise.<br /><br />Deep breath friends.<br />Here it comes again.<br />Brace yourself; hold still.<br />Let the change work its will.<br />-Constance<br /></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-52490722761432561972009-05-15T09:15:00.000-07:002009-05-15T09:24:06.543-07:00Another one.<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Here is another one of the poems I have written recently. I am not sure what to make of it myself, but I hope that you at least enjoy it. I really have no idea how to explain this one to you. I am also suffering an unusual case of writer's block. Not with my poetry, but here. I don't know what the deal is. So please excuse my lack of introduction and insight to my own work. I do hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it though.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeling</span><br /><br />Separate my head from my neck.<br />Cut my heart from my chest.<br />Let me feel things I haven't felt yet.<br />Carry these injuries for me.<br />There are monsters all around me.<br /><br />Remove my shame from my soul.<br />Take the break from my heart.<br />Numb these things I've felt before.<br />Carry these injuries for me.<br />There are monsters all around me.<br /><br />Heal me, kill me.<br />Stay and then go.<br />Show me all there is to know.<br /><br />Carry these injuries for me.<br />There are monsters all around me.<br />-Constance<br /><br />Again, sorry for the lack of explanation. I simply haven't a clue what to say about it. I hate being at a loss like this. I know exactly what I am saying in the poem, but for some reason I lack the words to tell you about it. UGH!!!<br /></span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-48190529678078139622009-05-11T18:31:00.000-07:002009-05-11T18:52:43.030-07:00Soooooo.....<span style="color:#999999;">So I haven't posted in a while, but I am getting back on track again. Even though I haven't been posting I have still been writing like a mad woman and I have several new poems to share with all of you! I even have happy springtime poems for you! Aren't you all proud?! I came up with this while watching Caleb blow bubbles. Actually I have been doing some of my best work while I sit on the porch and watch Caleb enjoy the day and blowing bubbles. He loves to blow bubbles. It is so cute! No wonder I write so much during that. It is so peaceful and I can't help but be happy and content. There is nothing more touching than watching him really enjoy himself. So for your reading pleasure... a happy spring poem! Enjoy!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Song in Spring</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Bubbles float lightly</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Waltzing through the air.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Across gentle green landscape.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Making their escape.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Twilight creeping in</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Heralds the end of day.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Beautiful light,</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Glorious rays.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Daytime songs fade.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">All of suntime's creatures</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Throats closing songs.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Night performers coming on.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Creatures of the moon and stars</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Warming up to start.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Preparing to give concert.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">A nighttime serenade.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Nature's music, a symphony </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Joined in harmony.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Special composition</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Mixed sounds, night and day.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Notes collected especially</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">For breaking of dawn and</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Closing of day.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">The magic of time.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">The beauteous hues</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Fading, muting</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Light fading away.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Hypnotic some may say.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">-Constance</span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-32718412069165970232009-04-30T22:54:00.000-07:002009-04-30T23:03:36.062-07:00The new blog<span style="color:#999999;">I have started the new blog. I have stayed up much later than I should getting it set up and writing my rather lengthy first post. So go and check it out and for those of you who said you would read and follow... get to it! lol! <a href="http://denimanddogtags.blogspot.com/">http://denimanddogtags.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I wrote a brief poem today. I'll also post it while I am here. Since it is officially May 1st I will also try to post an appropriate poem for the day. The day being mine and Jacob's wedding anniversary. I am making no guarantees, but it is a tentative goal. I hope you enjoy both the new blog and the new poem. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Broken and Whole</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Broken here I am.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Yet, whole I will be again.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Roam from my side, </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Pieces of you still inside.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">My moonless night.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">It too will end.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Dawn breaking over me,</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Sun cresting o'er the trees.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Light spills all around.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Within these thoughts found.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Nothing to do but wait.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Sound, again be safe.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Years we have had.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">More will come.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">-Constance</span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-16056648270917652222009-04-27T08:19:00.000-07:002009-04-27T09:20:09.947-07:00Ugly Side<span style="color:#999999;">I am not sure if any of you are familiar with a band called Blue October, but they have a great song called "Ugly Side" and it got me thinking. How many of us hide the parts of ourselves that we deem less than pleasant? How often do we put forward all of our preferable qualities and hope no one ever sees the less acceptable personality traits we have. I know that I do and it is a battle to be the person I think I should be. The person I want to be. Most people do want to be better than they are and work in varying degrees to acheive this goal. We, being only human, cannot completely overcome these things though. We would be a little more than human then wouldn't we? So we all have these secret peices of ourselves and we hide them and try to conquer them. I personally don't see anything wrong with this, but I know there are those who think that this is wrong. I can see where they are coming from I guess. It seems like you are lying about who you are if you don't see it the way I do. That is a little less than flattering. Still, I cannot agree. There is nothing deceitful about trying to be a better person and overcoming things that you feel make you less than what you want to be. That is self-improvement if you ask me. It isn't as if repressing parts of you that you don't like is going to hurt anything as long as you deal with having them and accept that they are there. I am in no way encouraging living in denial of things you don't like about yourself. No, accept them and then try to fix it! See, that isn't dishonest. At least, I don't fee like it is. I will leave you to decide how you feel about that for yourself. I got a little carried away there! lol! I hope you enjoy the poem!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>The Secret Me</strong>
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<br />I hope you cannot see
<br />All that is within me.
<br />You know me so well.
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<br />I hope you cannot see
<br />My internal hell.
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<br />I am so full of things
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<br />I want no one to see.
<br />You know me all too well.
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<br />How could you not know?
<br />How can you not see me?
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<br />I hope you and the world
<br />See only my kindness,
<br />My love, my compassion,
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<br />My passion, my artistry.
<br />I wonder what you see?
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<br />I hope it is not evident
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<br />With selfishness, greed.
<br />With hate and dark violence.
<br />Human weakness.
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<br />I hope it is not obvious.
<br />My internal perfidy.
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<br />My cowardice and fear.
<br />So contradictory to what you see.
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<br />I am not really so strong.
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<br />I hope to be this woman.
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<br />The one I try so hard to be.
<br />How do I continue?
<br />How do I overcome?
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<br />The weakness inside of me?
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<br />I hope all shall fall
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<br />And I will be these things.
<br />Overcoming my failings.
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<br />Conquer my malignant mind.
<br />To epitomize my mental goals.
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<br />I hope none shall find me
<br />To be the iniquitous creature I am.
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<br />The person I see inside.
<br />The one I conceal so well.
<br />I hope I am to you
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<br />I’ve let you know me!</span>
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<br />I hope you cannot see
<br />All that is within me.
<br />You know me so well.
<br />I hope you cannot see
<br />My internal hell.
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<br />I am so full of things
<br />I want no one to see.
<br />You know me all too well.
<br />How could you not know?
<br />How can you not see me?
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<br />I hope you and the world
<br />See only my kindness,
<br />My love, my compassion,
<br />My passion, my artistry.
<br />I wonder what you see?
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<br />I hope it is not evident
<br />That my psyche is black; malevolent.
<br />With selfishness, greed.
<br />With hate and dark violence.
<br />Human weakness.
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<br />I hope it is not obvious.
<br />My internal perfidy.
<br />My cowardice and fear.
<br />So contradictory to what you see.
<br />I am not really so strong.
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<br />I hope to be this woman.
<br />The one I try so hard to be.
<br />How do I continue?
<br />How do I overcome?
<br />The weakness inside of me?
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<br />I hope all shall fall
<br />And I will be these things.
<br />Overcoming my failings.
<br />Conquer my malignant mind.
<br />To epitomize my mental goals.
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<br />I hope none shall find me
<br />To be the iniquitous creature I am.
<br />The person I see inside.
<br />The one I conceal so well.
<br />I hope I am to you
<br />The person I want to be.
<br />But you know me all too well.
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<br />Please see the better parts of me.
<br />Don’t look too far inside.
<br />But I love you!
<br />I’ve let you know me!</span>
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<br />Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593743149845028225.post-84529675200493353052009-04-21T12:38:00.000-07:002009-04-21T12:57:42.528-07:00Strong.<span style="color:#999999;">Firstly, to address the issue of an additional blog involving Jacob and this deployment... I have made a poll! Go take it! Your votes will determine whether or not there will be a new blog. I truly want to know if you will read so let me know. If there isn't any interest in it, then there is really no point. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Now on to the poem for today. This one is another product of my brilliant word document. I've had the first two lines in there for a couple of days. I had debated on what direction to go with it for a few days and then decided to just start writing and see where it went. This is where it went and I am really rather pleased. It is a miracle it didn't come out with a more political or social statement attached to it. I was listening to Rage Against the Machine while I wrote this. See? I can't believe it doesn't sound even a little angry. My poetry is usually heavily influenced by what I listen to and what I listen to can be rather varied. I like this poem more than most of my recent ones. Despite the musical influence it came out rather determined and that is exactly how I've felt today. It takes a certain amount of determination to get through a deployment and I have to find mine fairly quickly or I'm afraid I'll be swallowed whole by the loneliness and sadness of it all. This is my determination to cope and move forward laid out for you. Sure there is a sad undertone to it, but what do you expect? The sad will come and go and you will get happy from me from time to time despite all that is going on. Just give me some time! Hope you like it!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Just as Strong<br /><br /></strong>If two are twice as strong,<br />If a couple are twice as tall,<br />Then what am I all alone?<br />Half as strong? Half as tall?<br /><br />No, I am just as strong.<br />I am still just as tall.<br />I am only physically alone.<br />We are still two. A couple; alone.<br /><br />Yes, I am lonely.<br />I sleep without my lover.<br />I sleep beside my phone.<br />The warmth of my bed gone.<br /><br />I will be perfectly fine.<br />Just wanted you to know.<br />So what if I cried today or yesterday?<br />I will be perfectly okay.<br /><br />I am just as strong as I ever was.<br />He is worth every sacrifice made.<br />We are worth every second away.<br />He’ll come back someday.<br /><br />No time, no distance can stop our love.<br />The bombs, the bullets, the enemy may try.<br />My prayers my lover will hide.<br />God, my husband shelters to His side.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">-Constance<br /><br /> </span>Constancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949470624571100869noreply@blogger.com4