Best Briand Poems


Premium Member A Self Portrait

Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?

Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind you
an arabesque of phantasmagorical
make-believe.

Behold, oh my beloved
the vortex of colours 
surrounding you
entwine a paradigm
of that starry night~
and as i look into its cosmic glow
I fall in love with you.


22 May 2022

A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
6th Place

Notes:
Like Rembrandt and Goya, Vincent van Gogh often used himself as a model; he produced over forty-three self-portraits, paintings or drawings in ten years. Like the old masters, he observed himself critically in a mirror. Painting oneself is not an innocuous act: it is a questioning which often leads to an identity crisis.
( Credits: Google Arts and Culture)
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Premium Member Artist's Brush

Hands
mixing
neutral shades
as brushstrokes form
etches of life’s vignettes in washed-out tones,
Reflecting grim  shadows doused by night’s  ash
Where black  white hints
Trail along
Fingers
Stained.
Grief
In oil
Expressing
Artist's lament
Through paint of tears which words cannot portray.



tetractys 1st place
Contest NO  85 for Briand Strand

Premium Member Ekphrasis On Monet's Water Lilies

Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight
like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink.

The willows are stalactites 
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian blue water 
like her shaggy windswept hair
teasing her beloved's face
beneath the dancing moonlight.

Oh, Monet,
your 'en plein air' emphyrean elegance
awakens my sacrosanct senses 
as I envisage a Filbert brush
glazing each pearly petal
highlighting sun's luster
on emerald to lime leaves,
on cyan to admiral water,
reflecting cerulean sky
in consummate chiaroscuro. 





7 April 2022


A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
8th place


Notes: 
In 1893, Monet, a passionate horticulturist, purchased land with a pond near his property in Giverny, intending to build something "for the pleasure of the eye and also for motifs to paint." The Water Lilies is a 1919 painting by impressionist Claude Monet, one of his Water Lilies series. The painting, the left hand panel of a large pair, depicts a scene in Monet's French pond showing light reflecting off the water with water lilies on the surface. 
(www.metmuseum.org)

*plein-air painting, in its strictest sense, the practice of painting landscape pictures out-of-doors; more loosely, the achievement of an intense impression of the open air (French: plein air) in a landscape painting(www.britannica.com).
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Premium Member Ekphrasis On Snow At Argenteuil

footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown

the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they witness the old folks 
faded in the misty blue

the silver charm of the clouds above me
enchant me like the way you thrill me
when you look at me
without a word or two


1 March 2022


A Brian Strand Visual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place



Notes: Snow at Argenteuil is an oil-on-canvas landscape painting from the Impressionist artist Claude Monet. It is the largest of no fewer than eighteen works Monet painted of his home commune of Argenteuil while it was under a blanket of snow during the winter of 1874–1875. (Info and phot credits to Wikipedia).
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Premium Member Ekphrasis On Waterloo Bridge

saffron shafts of sun~
behind lofty heights
of faded silver and sapphire
veiled by the hazy fog
spell prelude to  dusk

faded titanium bridges
are galloping white horses
crossing the river of dreams
where our lost story drifts

illuminating faint gray
surrounding misty water
like when you cast
a fading smile~
as you wave goodbye


14 March 2021

Notes: Waterloo Bridge is a series of 41 impressionist oil paintings of the 1807–1810 Waterloo Bridge in London by Claude Monet, produced between 1900 and 1904 and forming a sub-series within his larger 'London series' alongside the Charing Cross Bridge series and the Houses of Parliament series.(Photo and info credits to Wikipedia).

All Yours (March 14) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
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Premium Member Lost In a Dream

lost in a winter dream~
beneath the indigo sky
the melancholic music soars
echoing from distant shores
making dainty daffodils dance
in the bleak starlit eve.

snowflakes whitened my hair
as I chase the evening glow

searching where the melodies flow
and there I find you
under the moonlight shadow
singing my old favourite song
while stardust sprinkles in my palms
as I run to you.



20 February 2021





Notes: While listening to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 21 - Andante.

All Yours( Feb 19) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
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Premium Member Daffy Definitions (Part 3 )

I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not 
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may 
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and  Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG

Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann

Premium Member Peeling the Violin

PEELING THE VIOLIN
.  .  .  .  ~  ~ ~ .  .  .  .


~ swerving along its waxed wood 
rapturous strains sweep alto mood 
bow’s strings peeling my plight…  
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. 

holding its hips to warm the cure
scales of moans vibrating satin pure 
a glide to and fro connects pitches right…
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight. 

and my world of solace will sustain 
tunes whispering gladness and pain 
the voice of God enters my fiddling night…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. ~




For Briand Strand--- 2011 Posted Poems 14 Line
By nette onclaud ( missed entering this for previous Max 14 Lines contest)

Premium Member Coming Home

As wartime’s ending leaves behind
scarred  traces of its furious  hunts,
a melancholy cast of mind
endures this pang  with hope ablaze.
Where flies the  gold and  russet morn,
as autumn’s  languid  trail departs
and cruel frost of winter grips,
when  hardened heart against it stands.

And yet this fall contrives to hold
a promise tinged by coming home;
that onward creeps this riddled war
yet kindled gut lies spritely blazed.
For with this season's chime, at last,
one  dream  remains in dwelling’s glow
whose light will soothe his  brittle wounds,
till country bound, a torment, hushed.



A Briand Strand Contest : Premiere 135
Submitted 3/21/2018

Premium Member Adventures of a Rakish Teenage Heel

In the springtime when the carnival comes to town 
On the dizzying tilt-a-whirl and fearsome Ferris wheel, 
The haunting calliope in the musical merry-go-round 
Calls to mind the adventures of a rakish teenage heel. 

On the dizzying tilt-a-whirl and fearsome Ferris wheel, 
She snuggles in, grabs my hand, head on my shoulder
Calls to mind the adventures of a rakish teenage heel 
Back seat of my sedan in the parking lot, feeling bolder. 

She snuggles in, grabs my hand, head on my shoulder
The haunting calliope in the musical merry-go-round 
Back seat of my sedan in the parking lot, feeling bolder 
In the springtime when the carnival comes to town.

In the springtime when the carnival comes to town 
On the dizzying tilt-a-whirl and fearsome Ferris wheel, 
The haunting calliope in the musical merry-go-round 
Calls to mind the adventures of a rakish teenage heel.

SECOND PLACE WINNER
Reworked and Modified Pantoum
on May 9, 2021
for "Say It Again" Poetry Contest
sponsored by William Kekaula

FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Your Choice" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
March 12, 2021

Premium Member Ekphrasis On Impression Sunrise

tangerine sunrise~
oscillating reflections glow
like a sketch of your smile
at a glimpse of a new morn

a medley of indigo and carrot
as the sun floats in hazy sky
like the sparkle of your eyes
remembering first love

nebulous  harbour at a distance
of steamships and shades
sailing in silhouettes
strumming my senses
like the way you hold me
as we waltz after dawn

06 March 2021


Impression, Sunrise (French: Impression, soleil levant) is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown. It is now displayed at the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris. (Info credits to Wikipedia)

All Yours (March 6)
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
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Premium Member Coffee Beans

roasted coffee beans
inside grandma's old grinder 
exude aroma
of groovy early mornings
catching the first bus to school



19 February 2022

A Briand Strand Tanka" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
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Premium Member Ekphrasis On La Vie En Rose

a dulcet dreamy rendition
of sweet symphony
paints  a cosmic light
inciting the sleepy moon
over the  silvery sea

as music soars~
I see clouds descending 
to kiss the silky shore
resting on his bosom

and as the music fades,
I hear him sings "La Vie En Rose"
in soft serenading tenor~
Oh, my life begins to glow in pink.




Notes: "La Vie en Rose" (French for '"Life in pink"') is the signature song of popular French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945,[1] popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947. ( Info credits to Wikipedia). This ekphrasis is based on Richard Clayderman's performance on piano.


5 February 2022


A Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand strand
1st place
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Premium Member Holding On - a Waltz Wave

Sands
                                                       trickle
                                                         in
                                                    my palms
                                                      as I try
                                                      to grip
                                                       them;
                                                      I clinch
                                                  my fists hard
                                                to the last grain
                                                    hoping that
                                                       I could
                                                         hold 
                                                         on to
                                                      the traces
                                                        left on
                                                          my
                                                        empty 
                                                        hands.


                                                   11 June 2021
             
                                         Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
                                                By Kim Merryman
                                           Lines checked - 19 lines
                      Syllable Checked 1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1

                                  
                                   A Briand Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
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Premium Member Ekphrasis On the Abandoned House

wild rushing strokes 
of broad bristles
dominating seaside sky
of ivory and indigo
in thick impasto~
like our faded footsteps 
along  *Stroomi shoreline

Wild fiery grasses ~
deserted yet persistent
resembling your windswept hair
in times you forget the time
waiting just for me~

those desolate windows
are your eyes of blue
half awake at siesta
dreaming of my return

20  March 2021


Notes: While glancing on 'Abandoned House' painting created in c.1886 by Alfred Sisley in Impressionism style. ( Photo and info credits to WikiArt)

All Yours (March 20) Poetry Contest
By Briand Strand
1st plce
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