Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.
On Havana's white shore –
With each salt-infused whirl
That agitates its border –
Every sand is a potential pearl.
MUSINGS
synthesis
of
fearful
intensity
original
instinctive
&
otherworldly
curiosity
agitates
intimacy
&
then effaced
by
the exotic
elaborate
in little
glimpses
particularly
so
modest
yet absolutes
&
engrossing
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
Our hypnotic stupor, cause of our fall from grace
The flame flickers and our attention oscillates
The ego offers mind endless puzzles to lace
Deluded, rudderless heart then agitates
Voice of soul, as conscience, negates
When head and heart align
The ego dies for we we feed it not
As God-essence, for His love we pine
Exiting serpentine pathways of narrow thought
We thus regain freedom by non-doing self-taught
17-April-2022
Earth life a jigsaw puzzle, soul navigates
Floundering about in vain
Fickle and fleeting is joy, so heart agitates
Measuring loss and gain
We see all around, perfect divine order
Planets orbiting the sun
Save man, no living creature a hoarder
High time then, we come undone
Looking back at the zigzag route we took
Delusion cause of our bondage
Soul not this body, seems we were mistook
Fears and desires, our form ravage
We recognise head and heart at divergence
Misaligned with throb of love
So we stand still, enabling joy convergence
With God’s will, hand in glove
Layer by layer, our cravings disappear
We become an empty shell
It is then we feel, bliss magnetism spear
Fulfilled at last, all is well
05-December-2021
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
She holds a set of dangling golden keys,
In front of a massive silvery gate.
Knowing the prize I ask to enter please,
But she shakes her head which denotes my fate.
I take out magical potion to trade,
But no interest as she agitates.
I have no army to perform a raid,
So I am thinking I will come back late.
"I can read your mind", she awkwardly smiles,
Though my destiny is beyond her reach...
That is, if I can walk a hundred miles,
To enter from the unprotected beach.
Then to surprise she quickly chages her mind,
With her and the dragon that I may dine!
3-September-2021
Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver agitates from life
Thy words transmit power through the wire.
The command you possess over my body;
Pauses not there!
Pass it on to non-biotic
Come dismiss my lesions.
When the air is saturated
It penetrates my dual engine of life,
With trebled effort much as of gamma
Even the clouds display thy image
Oh! What a natural wonder!
Do all the eyes witness the beauty at once?
I wonder what gives you reign.
Who crowned you this way?
My mind meant to rest-you take me far
The frame is at rest-your presence feeds my spirit
Together we traverse the world
All places far from imagination
Within a blink of the mental eye!
Conjuring formulae to attain God
Reflected consciousness narrow thought prods
Accustomed to trials and tribulations
Unable to rest in meditation
What is immediate and intimate
Known not to ego, which oft agitates
Presupposing separateness from source
Assuming enablements gained by force
Employing mind to go beyond the mind
Rather than letting go off ego bind
Self imposed dilemma, tragic-comic
Simple shift to heart, births bliss ecstatic
Struggle not hermit, the table is laid
Feel the throb of bliss within, ready made
25-March-2021
Slow understanding
Assimilation
By percolation
Osmotically
Layer by layer
Caterpillar
To butterfly
Let latent heat
Gently transform
The ego
Ignorant
Agitates
Let calm
Within
Be
21-November-2020
Heart
Flutters
Agitates
For expansion
Lunging at illusions ephemeral
Eternal not found in the external
Search shifts within
Tranquil calm
Clear light
Dawns
17-October-2020
ecstasy of piranhas, perhaps
to dream the dream of falling
S P L A T
flying...i’m flying
thereafter eaten by raptors
well there’s that
the big bang
i’m the new world
inhabited by Fraggles
shake that off
the dust bowl
i think therefore i am sucked
up by a hoover
the anchor agitates the floor of the beautiful blue sea
surreality is attached to me
black eyes
of a pea lodge
in my eternity
dressed in a green and purple Barnie suit
my kids won’t even bury me
afraid of i love you you love me
5/11/2020
"I was right", and "You were wrong".
The turmoil of noise , overblows along.
Rage agitates, a scapegoat is blamed.
Trapped in Ego, the "We" gets maimed.
A deep breath , through my Wisdom tooth.
As introspection , liberates the truth,...
I control and cut off, the shackles of past.
An exasperated Ego, finds peace at last.
Dated 21st November 2018.
Submitted to the Unrest of Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward.
A Feeling So Fresh...
Ahh...! The streak of pain,
The rough floor
And the red stain.
How can I forget that agony?
They were five
And I was only.
They dragged me like a rucksack,
A feeling so fresh...
Not at all a Flashback...
The strong smell of alcohol,
The half burnt cigarettes
And their faces like a black coal.
I’s like a fish out of water
Repeatedly pleading
Like a stubborn beggar.
How could they listen?
Unlike humans
They were all demons.
Tightly, they tied me with a rope,
Not a movement possible
Breathing was only a left scope.
Unsuccessful to unwrap me,
They took a knife
And put cuts, one...two and three.
Echo of their laugh still agitates me,
The smell of their sweat
Is still chasing me...
One by one, they quench their thirst,
Good thing is that
They were fighting to be first.
They murdered my innocence,
Unbearable and brutally
Killing all my sense...
Leaving me, not less than a dead
Chained, in time coffin
Still trying to move ahead...
deep monophonic sacred melodies
resounding inner tremors and oscillation
reverberating incursion agitates my soul
stirring an ethereal timelessness of mystery
that transcends the enigma of life and death
and embodying mystique throughout the ages
bellows echoing within ancient monastery walls
a rich cadence and tone larger than life
assaulting all senses with vibrating
conjunct and disjunct tetrachords and hexachords
gregorian melodies most direct channel to divinity
most appropriate as we lay my father
in his final resting place
on this overcast rainy afternoon
and see him off to the higher realm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest MID SUMMER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
subconscious mind agitates
happenings screened behind eyes
man in sleep watches
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