Activating Poems

Those We Love

Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
They assure us telling- “Fear not, 
We’ll abide with you and never desert”

They may not gift us with incense, myrrh or gold
But their loving assurance makes us bold
In darkness, they burn like a guiding beacon,
In loneliness, a sweet presence never letting us weaken.

When broken, I look up to my Dad and Mom
Their prayers from above make me calm.
I am sure, their love won’t part from me.
Their blessings make me swim across the turbulent sea. 

Rich, I am with a treasure that never ends—
Nothing beats the love that comes from true friends.
Like the early rays of morn, they fill me with joy
Like the dulcet notes of a flute, they make me enjoy.

Our friends, a chosen crew who walk with us along life’s shore.
Their love, a strong thread, saving grace and an open door.
Their presence, a lingering scent, a life sustaining breath.
They stay on, activating and energizing us till our death.

Zen mode

shimmer of thought forms
conjured by will of Self
hypnotises soul

there is no harm
we choicelessly  choose
such playful reverie in trance

between silence and noise
as long as we bilocate
soul remains free

if we stagnate
there is no escape
save in pulsations of bliss

thus first by activating bliss
by shifting to the heart
ensures success

silence the path
surrender the practice 
love enablement the goal

wAlls In dAlI

the origin of my life 
a frottage
friction 
giving rise to the template 
the grattage image to be completed in the mind of the viewer 

women 
are often invisible 
at best 
compartmentalised by Man 
a notional ekphrasis 
but they make their presence known 
they’re a work of art crowding in on the subconscious 

labyrinth of walls built by mankind over eons 
to keep out that which they fear 
colouring the walls yellow 
it is a Freudian slip 
by that subliminally acknowledging
that it is 
mentally activating 
psychologically stimulating higher cognition, intuition 
creativity 
and feelings of optimism 
all attributes of Woman 

having escaped confines of cultural mores 
I do not go with the flow 
but will often lead the pack

The Calling

       In fields of burnished gold, 
the sun dips low like a projected dream horizon. 
A gentle glow of breath that-glimmers 
of hope's holy word,
uttered in reminder in the darkest hour.
"In God, trust".
A beacon of thoughtful provoking light, 
is not just love's August power, 
it is Lidar excavating, stasis-star activating 
a "calling" time,
a culling of heretical designs.

In the silence of the stars, 
a settled dust of rebellion is quenched,
order and titles given to those who
held their first loves first estate of many mansions overlooking the stormgates of derision, 
the faith of deliverance in the maelstrummed 
eddy's of Pride's Vacuum-song,
where there is none beget,
but self induced prisons and dulcet keys of rattled bone.
But in the "Calling" of Christ (Home) we are returned,
turned to be release of wild hearts,
set free to be reborn.

Rose Petals and Open Hearts

Vivid pictures of you & I are constantly running
circles through my mind
The times we shared when together are playing
on a loop in real time
These moments shine as bright spots tend to draw
attention in dark times
My reflection brings me joy in a real sense so when
I have to see in the dark I don't mind
What we have is infinite & like Gods mind it can never
be equaled in any sense
When we met I found my match & it sparked a flame
that's burn only for you ever since
You activated this light in my heart space that's burned
brightly ever since
The sight of you still gives me chills to this day
activating my passion in this sense
Rose petals and flower scents fill me with strong 
emotions like a heavy heart
My emotions flow like electricity through open currents
& having you in mind creates sparks
My fire still burns for you despite the distance as no
one but you can ignite these sparks
You'll always be that eternal flame that never dies 
because of your permanent place in my heart

Deep introspection

When you are old soul of old school in the young body ,
Age is just a number for you in the material world
Activating your divine powers feels mesmerizing
When you know what you are at core..!!!

Wrist Chakras

A sudden flicker of space
Saw inpouring of grace
Activating both wrists

There is no mistake
Since we were awake
Endless are divine trysts

We catalogue this event
Of boons heaven sent
For record keeping

Mindful eye cognises
How magnetism rises
Within our form leaping

Eagle

 Bar none, the eagle, sought.
Two par as golf ball hits the green.
Akin to sailing a yacht -
money speaks on the screen.

He was a swinger, growing up,
sundry-sized clubs in hands.
Would receive jug, jacket, cup.
Victorious, he’d sell brands.

His first eagle was a high -
pop…pop, onto the green.
Spot on coordination, hand-eye -
against the odds, only thirteen.

Camille sprang for an albatross,
a show off, a trophy at thirteen -
a rare double-eagle; shows who’s boss.
Student’s million-to-one shot was keen.

The shot heard ‘round the earth.
She’s activating all kinds of smarts.
How much will Kenosha girl be worth?
The pop…pop breaking hearts.

Careless Whisper

Nothing like them, never a part
of the people like my start
when it tells me wrong from right
activating my fight or flight

It starts off shallow like a pond
until it grows too far beyond
my control such as a wave
for I'm not someone worth the save

The careless whisper of that figure
who lives within with only a s
to contribute to my day to day
why won't it just go away?

You'd think it maybe my soulmate
however that is only the bait
for it doesn't want me to survive
even though it's not a right it can exercise

The murmur that is spoken of
never treads well above
a tone that only I can hear
cause there is nobody else near

Intentions

INTENTIONS
articulated
not
 inaccessible
an
opportunity
for
interpretation
both
understandable
&useful

   a loose
preoccupation
a
 plan
& focus
of
a
 point of view

most ambitious
&distinct
composed
  &complete
 activating
the innate
within

to restore
 sense
 of
perspective
 distance
&scale
 complexity
banished
simplicity
  revived
   redefined
& activated

concepts
of
 activity
overwhelmed
 by the
 intensity
of
ambition
influenced
&
made
mutable
in
perception

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

The Chain Letters Road Trip

"The Chain Letters Road Trip" 

Freedom Fall 8 
removed 
her Ray Bans

The Light 
was blinding 
on the other side

dark tunnels 
lead to highways 
unrealised 

goin’ gangsta 
driven 
to distraction

hell bent along the 
Road to the Lotus Eaters
at Loon Junction

chain letters 
flying in the breeze
let loose

out the driver’s side
window, 
to the past 

like bugs
sticking  
to other’s windshields

behind the wheel
terror forming 
smiles

one hand steering
the other
retrieves

her android,
voice 
activating

Mojo
dials

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022) 



“Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger” / Pomplamoose
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"The Dilettante Diaries: Goin' Gangsta on the Road to The Lotus Eaters at Loon Junction" 
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dilettante_diaries_goin_gangsta_on_the_road_to_the_lotus_eaters_at_loon_junction_1059240

Emotional Pain

The ultimate spiritual person never felt emotional pain.
He endured pain with ease and released into outer atmosphere.
The blasphemy of humans comes from inner emotional rain.
We absorbed negative power from negative experience.
Our goal is activating higher self and controlling the emotional pain.

A Warm Spring Day

swaying Plants, soft breeze
bees flit in-out of flowers
droplets of water drip down
activating the koi carp
underneath the lily pads

Written: March 7th, 2022

Springtime Beauty Tanka Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser

Pees Corp

When I was seventeen said he
You know how far that I could pee?
Across the mississip
He said, undoing zip.
No need to show me now, I plea.

Why that's nothing, said his brother,
They oft goaded one another,
I had such awesome flow
That in a single go
I filled Moon Lake, and one other.

Their friend said; you all call that pee
I once powered my friend's jet-ski
Tied tightly to the rear
That thing sure did career
Set off like a screaming banshee.

During all this friendly baiting
The three of them stood there waiting
Each of them hanging out
Their now small shriveled spout
Bladders slow in activating.



Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser 
Date wrote: 4th March 2022

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If They Only Knew

In a distant parallel world,
Things will be different.
There is no racism, no inequality,
The people in this world are shown,
Daily that there is individuality,
Gender and religious freedom.
There's just one problem that,
Remains the same the elderly are,
Abused as they are in this parallel world.
Things never change.
Families ignore them, government's forget,
Who they are, they lay on soiled sheets,
Barely get fed, given no water.
Families continue their lives,
Leaving them alone, 
Just hoping they will die soon.
In this world all is not what it seems.
Unknowing to all except the elderly,
That they will be called to duty by,
The Gods above activating their,
Powers and their appearance
So all the world's will know,
What they are capable of.

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