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POETRY SOUP IS GARBAGE
why did i subscribe to this nonsense?
read the terms and conditions
no foul language, nor innuendos
FFS...can we not be adults?
can we not express our true selves?
No, we gotta cater to the weak minds
the forever-effing-blind
keep pushin' that purity nonsense
so we can all stay in-line
ignore truth, ignore dissent
keep the simpletons happy
bury our burdens with a fake smile
for utmost accessibility
Went far and beyond the cosmological reality,
Into a forbidden zone of peace and accessibility.
Where I lost control of my rhythm and fluidity,
I lost my poetic brilliance and flexibility.
In the extended dark shadow the moon paved a way,
the stars and galaxies didn't hesitate to join the play.
The snowy headed Comets approached from outer space,
To give its luminescence and unattenuated grace.
Shooting stars in the big canvas and their short lived trace,
Sought attention of all dwelling in glorious reserved space.
Lucky to be a participant of this musical anthology,
Where every part of it is delighted in solidarity.
In a closet, stuffed in bags,
My records gather dust.
The player’s gone and speakers, too,
But keeping them’s a must.
My friend is giving hers away,
But on the other side,
My sister got my cousin’s batch,
Passed to her when he died.
I hear that vinyl’s coming back,
Yet those of us of age,
Remember our collections,
Adding groups we saw on stage.*
It was a thrill to hear a song
And buy a new LP,
Which way back then was how
We gained accessibility.
A needle on a record,
Careful, so it wouldn’t scratch,
Did provide a magic feeling that
No other modes can match.
*Often on The Ed Sullivan Show
Those who wage war
In search for peace
Are the leaders
They are not
In the battlefield
Warriors are pawns
For lunatic king
To gain power
And accessibility
Those who has more
Ammunition has
A chance to win
The leader who wage
War actually don't want peace
Instead, to them are just
Whims and caprices
Fence ego and lavish pride.
To pray is a wonderful response
to every challenge comes your way
for God listens to what we speak
when we come sincerely to pray
God wants us to cover all
whatever's our need, just ask
for He owns all the cow's
on every hill, there's no cover mask
Wherever we may be found
at home, in town, or on a walk
God's ears are openly available
so we can utter our concerns to talk
Even in the middle of the night
if we can't sleep being awake
the Lord is all power within
so pray always for His name's sake
The state of our world is grave
calls for us to constantly pray
for it needs God's perfect peace
to stop war and conflict in our day
(This is written for the purpose of looking at the value and accessibility of prayer for everyone as we all need to be praying for our world and the state its in.)
GALLERY
a
splash
of colour
&
joy
brought
exhilaration
a repurposed
compulsive
fascination
with
intensity
an affectionate
motifs
so
graphic
in
a light
hearted
brief
of
accessibility
a lifetime
opportunity
in
nuanced
space
a
conceit
of
created
vanity
original
entire
a
sound
comparative
so
self-effacing
& dismissive
accolades
of
asides
out loud
of
inspiration
stretches
so
far back
an obvious
connection
between
vision
&that
of
colour
to draw
attention
to a show
of
the
scale
&survey
the
gaiety
so
playfully
ornamental
topped
with shards
of turquoise
like
delight
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Consider the possibility
Lay aside improbability
Eschew negative futility
Never mind any hostility
Exercise your capability
Employing every utility
Accept the responsibility
Enjoy renewed visibility
Allowing for accessibility
Written June 29, 2022
Digital technology so prevails
functionally serving its purpose well
benefitting all --- everyone can tell
midst constant advancement that never fails.
With digital technology’s impact
learning soars toward accessibility-height
that drives teaching to innovation-might…
such is educational power’s fact.
Through digital technology’s progress
science keeps on unleashing useful zeal
while medicine upholds right-treatment seal
aiding health and wellness against distress.
By digital technology’s usage
global partnership enhances friendship
likewise spirited worship and fellowship
along livestreaming bond with love’s message.
Digital technology brings blessings
God allows to work by His wisdom’s best
optimizing resources of goodness-zest
for mankind’s grateful stewardship* praisings.
*1Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
March 7, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND 1095" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/25/2022.
If we reduced most mission statements to just one word,
There would be no need to use a sword,
To get a company to keep their word,
As reducing mission statements to just one word,
Makes it easy to spread that word.
Accountability would be a good one,
Accessibility could be another one,
Reliability could be my favourite one,
Adaptability my second one,
My list is a long one,
So I will leave you to find your own one,
Now that you see what can be done,
To reduce a mission statement to the bone.
Poetry
like unpartnered,
unteamed,
slow dancing
However rhythmically precise,
concisely devised
Does not dance well
in a highly competitive
youth-oriented
commercial entertainment market
But,
does better
in cooperative venue voices,
disproportionately enthused by ancient women
investing in large-print choices,
Preferring off-line accessibility,
and not too expensive!
More deeply embedded
in soulful
left and right co-empathic
slow grown engagement.
Not stuck in a chair
I'm empowered by my wheels
Wheelchairs give freedom
I agree with sacred teachers
who advocate I best not feel resonantly privileged
while meditating
to take part in something special
like sacred mysteries
of sabbath revolutions.
And yet,
I only half agree.
This secularizing paradigm
would promote democratic accessibility
and convenient evolution of educational systems,
transport and marketing of organic integrity
and win/win compassionate systems
to left-brain dominant calculators
extractors
deducers
labelers
reducers
either/or thinkers
without co-developed sacred feelings.
My other half
remains prime zero-rooted
in EarthMother's primal health/wealth relationship
through non-violent communion,
Peaceful reign of eco-feminist EarthJustice
sacredly felt
and secular thought through
deep EarthTribe nutritional
well-lit
warm
empowering
regenerate bilateral intelligence.
[Where Have the Old Words Got Me?: Explications of Dylan Thomas's Collected Poems, 1934-1953] [Author: Ralph Maud] [February 2003]
Some of the rest I must use;
they are jeans and sweats; they are what we
forget about as symbols.
Many have been scrubbed and dyed colorless.
Some died of poverty and misuse.
We are newly comprehensible only in alterations.
The seam resewn adds threads and new flavors,
Old words are not our deliverance, they are new graves.
Where have the old words taken me?
The old words sill pimp sounds
as if in payment for accessibility. Some ply
rhymes and dangle pretty chimes
and there’s the pity.
Let me not lure you into understanding
by a worn-out rote.
It is not 'I' that confuse, it is the throat of an owl
that exhausts fresh songs.
Nothing has meaning now, unless it be new wine.
Old words must be beaten fine upon an anvil;
hung around a hooting neck
until a clearly obvious bone -
breaks.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Breathing and walking feels like a cursed nightmare in this land,
Daily murdering and violation of human rights as belief is a free floating balloon within this dust filled air
We long for peace and equality but in return we recieve encavement of the body, mind and soul
We miss the ability to roam without fear,
The ability and accessibility to recieve an education and a well paid job in which many righfully deserve,
You may see these as obscure demands,
But that's because you have them but lack the meaning of what having something means
Without a choice we are obligated to leave our lands in search of paradise but instead we find insecurity ,
Daily murdering and refusal of various positions had left us shattered , but then again, we cannot go back to our fine central African homes where we once had the opportunity to shine and grind in our floral dresses and shirts
Thinking of this brings us pain but grows our thoughts during the harvest of our deepest sufferings
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