I've observed my thoughts
They naturally flow through my mind
Some true, some scripted
Some redundant, unkind
These are my memories, creating emotions
They're my unique experience in this life
Viewed from a platform
Sometimes exposing a neurological strife
We must turn through all the pages
Go beyond the human history of time
It is there we find the answers
Stamped in our ancestral climb
Like waves in the ocean
That relentlessly pounds the shore
The past flows through us
Like a stranger knocking at our door
We try to avoid this stranger
We’re frozen with fear
But the knocking keeps coming
Year after year
It's the ancestral sound
Of those who came before
Surprisingly, the noise lessens
When we open antiquities door
Now the waves begin to subside
As does the ancient battle in my mind
I become the true observer of the thoughts
They're clear and kind
Categories:
antiquities, anger, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Dusty little towns
West of the Great Divide
Where great-grandchildren of cowboys
On ranches still reside.
Small western museums
With local antiquities inside;
Native American artifacts,
Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride.
There among the fancy
Are two dresses hemmed above the knee,
20's Jazz Age fashion
Worn far from the speak-easy.
Caused a bit of an uproar,
As they danced on the sawdust floor.
Who were these rebel cowgirls,
These flappers from western lore?
Categories:
antiquities, america, fashion, western,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Green Eggs and Ham
Bright is cleverer than smart
Take your time cosmic egg
Get there in this rhyme
Posses not my unconscious mind
Just like a seasoned ham
Essence of the soul
La Cremosa classical
Nursery book rhyme
Sam I am
Tall Tale from of gold antiquities
museum of od rot it nots meaning wood
Green stripes outlines of mirth
Giza Plato with plutonium
Green eggs and ham
Nature renews the balance
In harmony empowered growth
Stability in prosperity moon rock
Third rock from the sun
Categories:
antiquities, color, cute, dream, mystery,
Form: Free verse
A pondering poet
A dreamer at ease
Looking through facets of life
Searching each inkling
Wandering on
Sketching and painting
A doorway beyond
A loving innuendo
Twinning
A simple song
I walk the road of antiquities
Looking back and looking on
Roaming the streets of possibilities
To twine a simple song
A pondering poet
A dreamer at ease
Looking through facet of life
Searching each inkling
Wandering on
Divine
Majestic
Refined
And
Simplistic
Categories:
antiquities, poetry,
Form: Lyric
Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
Categories:
antiquities, age, animal, irony, memory,
Form: Rhyme
ANTIQITIES
transform
the
space
responding
to
mysterious
imagination
&
cultural
treasures
in
dispersed
artefacts
inscribed
example
or written
text
gleaned
or shaped
by mystery
of the
once
discarded
elusive
significance
gone
sustainable
organic
lyrical
shades of
yesteryear
works in progress
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
Categories:
antiquities, poetry,
Form: Other
ADMIRATION OF ANTIQUITIES
fragments
advanced
as enhancements
unravel
incorporated
in original frames
partially pseudo
a near profile
enlivened by figures
so elegant
in elevated status
an
artistic
tradition
integrating& enduring
notions
from a
feathered
consciousness
efforts in the venerated
tradition
with predilections
so
renowned
in traces
of a particular
treatment
achieved&
envisioned
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
antiquities, poetry,
Form: Other
I stayed on this famous island for a little while,
fortress, prison and avant-garde Bonaparte style.
Rigged charm with antiquities slow train,
governors constitution keeping royal patriots vain.
200 years after the mysterious death of the king,
at his grave, I was wondering, ‘You poor little thing’.
Another sort of great Alexander that loves to conquer,
taken on the establishments in crisis that ponder.
Ideals of restless doomed heroes celebrated,
taken war to higher constitution elevated.
St. Helena the wife of Emperor Constantine,
went on to pilgrimage to find the sacred terrain.
Building the church of the Holy Sepulchre,
the place of Christ crucifixions culture.
Priestess of Avalon and patron saint of discoveries,
island of sacred through Christ self recoveries.
Total sovereignty and its dying destiny,
luring fatal admirations penalty.
No escaping from repeating history.
Categories:
antiquities, celebrity,
Form: Ballade
Museums are quiet except
For crackling parquet floors,
Wooden squares, a game board:
Checkers or maybe chess
Of various right angle, grain striations.
Parallel to paintings in oil, red lines
Begin a court for pickup basketball.
But whether subjects of famous battles
Or romances between animals and gods,
They are stuck in a frozen frame moment
Like mammoths in some La Brea Art Pit
It is this instant we are to see anew
Each brush stroke, a wisp of hair,
A dab of white, a cloud condensing,
I lean close.
An unseen alarm makes a statue come alive,
A funerary, votive docent who guards
Mesopotamian and Egyptian antiquities.
She curses me in hieroglyphs translated
And dictated from an Old Kingdom tongue.
My crime: too close to art.
As if my admission, and apology
Were not punishment enough.
I could have cast my eyes
At strangers surrounding me.
Vatican visitors are permitted
To touch the Pieta statue for luck.
Suspecting it has only so many
Touches before marble succumbs,
It’s luckier not to take a chance. (1/30/02)
Categories:
antiquities, art, feelings, humanity, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Chicago Med by Wolf Entertainment.
State of Grace
bequeath I, as a living sacrifice,
beseech mercy from my iniquities,
betold yon Calvary He paid the price,
bestow afresh trust from antiquities,
bare inhibitions and obliquities,
boost soul midst clemency and gratitude,
behold keen I stayed grasped in rectitude,
blessings prevail harmonizing my life,
betroth my soul justly in servitude,
beckons me gladly to the afterlife.
#4. State of Grace
2020 August 08
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2020 August 19
Categories:
antiquities, blessing, destiny, inspiration,
Form: Dizain
“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem
I
Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre
But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities -
Magically coaxing ancient responses and memories,
Ancient civilizations, loves village by village, bequeathing antiquities
II
Once, at a prayer meeting, in a troubled land
Four races came praying for rain, their drought’s end
To save quaint farms, healthy habits, good food, the Rand …
Oupa, Gogo, pundits under acacias, teaching a man to be a man
Categories:
antiquities, appreciation, care, caregiving, earth,
Form: Alliteration
I am a hoarder of antiquities,
offering longevity to ephemera.
Obsessed with an insatiable
urge for accumulation
I fill every available nook
stacking layer upon layer
of emotional possessions… a
treasure chest of memorabilia!
Then, in wistful, solitary
moments of isolation,
I shall seek their reassurance.
Memories: a lifeline to sanity.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Writing Challenge - December -
Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Placed 1st
Chosen POTD ~ 24th October 2019.
Categories:
antiquities, memory,
Form: Free verse
Is then the crown too heavy that I wear?
It is not made of gold or silver but of lead and mental garbage;
yet it is bright
it flaunts some embedded gems around it,
they represent some good things that have happened throughout my life.
I, the wearer, can't see the shines that it reflects
far flashings alike those of a lighthouse.
My brain seems to beat against the solid rim.
The Crown can´t hold in this steel skull of mine;
the sort that needs no helmet in the most fright battering fight.
And now this king has become old,
an antique buried into antiquities
so with yet a broken throne.
The "great gods" (or the people who shared and to whom I gave my youth),
mock that captive king.
Now all my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.
But this Old King
Though bodily unharmed, it uttered cries,
as some king´s ghost in supernatural distress.
leaving drifted the relics of old time.
Categories:
antiquities, destiny, emotions,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Magnolia-honey air, heavy with heat
Kudzu vines twining, knitting the city
Spanish moss masks the old hoyden,
and she manage to think herself pretty
Shutters, and fans lazily turning
keep the suffocating heat of afternoon at bay
Lanais and balconies, sanctuary given
Folks resting until it is cool enough to play
Languid lazy persistence of mosquitoes
Hands too enervated to swat them away
Down Bourbon a honky tonk is whispering
Birds and butterflies hide from the heat of day
Bawdy houses and mansions - quaint
Charm oozes from the Big Easy's pores
Secrets and antiquities languish behind
ancient shops with their secret doors
Now - a muddy ruin, wiped from the earth
No more Mardi Gras or ladies teas - or riots
Just a flow muddy rubble and water rising
Big Easy is dying as its chaos quiets
Can she rise again as the south did long ago?
Can she pick up her skirts refuse to fade?
A southern lady is a strong woman - defiant
Under her petticoats, Big Easy, quality-made!
Categories:
antiquities, history, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Wandering on timeworn cobbled streets,
seeking the mysteries of medieval places
revered through the passing of time
and antiquities graces;
A labyrinth of undulating faded frescoed walls,
cloistered shrines with secrets to tell, sprawling palaces,
monuments in memoriam and the cathedrals
towering centurion bell;
Rugged mountains glazed in a crown of luminous snow
ascend over beaches, kissed by the sapphire sea that
ebbs and flows below.
Spiraling roadways lead to fortified cities,
emerging from phantom clouds, hovering over
orchards and groves, the fruits of the earth,
dangling from lofty boughs
January 7, 2017
Categories:
antiquities, beauty, travel, , In
Form: Iambic Pentameter
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