Connie Marcum Wong
Connie continues to be the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum “Poetry for Thought” since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years.
She published her first poetry chapbook’ Island Creations’ in 2005:
In 2007 ‘Heart Blossoms’ was ... more »
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Connie Marcum Wong Poems
Ode To Nature
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun, You instinctively know what must be done. I bask in your warmth to gain energy; Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.
I never knew I’d be in heaven In the autumn of my years; Or that I’d be immerged In the brilliant art of words,
Your glory touches Silhouetted trees Standing tall to embrace Your scarlet sky.
Amber Autumn (Sonnet)
To some, their youth was just sublime. Then age crept up and over time Their joy then faded with the years As body changes led to fears.
Take notice of your hand. Each finger moves separately. Each finger is a different size, Yet all belong to the same hand.
When the rains burst forth from heaven's lofty heights, Apollo deigns to repress his golden light.
In Grief’s Grip
Floating on the open ocean Miles away from any shore My sorrow keeps me adrift
Today I celebrate the love that our Pilgrims were greeted with by the indigenous kind people of this land that we named “Indians”. Without their knowledge, wisdom and help, our ancestors would have never made it through the harsh “New England” winters.
Pele, Goddess of Fire
Pele's volcanic lava glows In the evening’s twilight hour With passion filled desire Surging with her power.
As eagle swoops at break of day, Talons cling to wriggling prey. Having hunted and found his quest He soon returns to guard his nest.
Dynamic Autumn (Acrostic)
Days of autumn enter late September, Yearly glory in hues to remember. Naked limbs cling to mem'ries of summer As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Ode to Autumn
Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me As dying embers gleam across the sea In rare hues reflected by autumn trees, Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
The Heart's Journey
Should there be such pain in passion of the heart? Or does the heart, simply by beating,
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Ode To Nature
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun,
You instinctively know what must be done.
I bask in your warmth to gain energy;
Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree.
You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night
Even aware when your eye is closed tight.
You sway our emotions, also the sea;
Cause turmoil at times or tranquility.
I love you Earth and all of your creatures.
There's joy in knowing you are our teacher.
I will to treat you with respect and care
And pray that the world will become aware
When we poison you, we poison us too;
Keeping you ...