Best Episodes Poems
Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.
pow!
batman and robin
throwing cream puffs
posted on July 2, 2018
The title has been taken by kind permission of Valsa George’s “Sweet Memories” for which I thank and dedicate my poem to Valsa George for her friendship.
We were lying on the sand,
Listening to the soft murmur
Of short and light cool waves.
Above us, a red octagonal sun umbrella
Gave us the much-desired rest.
Far away a bunch of guillemots
Cross swiftly across the tranquil bay
To rest near a sturdy lighthouse.
Whilst puffins nest in burrows in the cliffs.
My wife noted the activity of birds
As some flew around the lighthouse.
She wanted to go and investigate
But it was too hot to trek up the cliff.
We’ll go at sunset, darling, I coaxed her.
The sea will be purplish red
Whilst boats began their trip home,
Their sails so crimson as the sun begins to set.
So, we packed all into our SUV,
And slowly wound our way
Amongst the thriving fields.
In our small cottage we had some tasty fare
And after a shower returned to bed.
Then that nightfall we returned to the lighthouse.
Oh, what a sight we enjoyed.
Till late at night, we admired the vista.
How happy and elated we were as we headed home.
You left but are not gone;
like an amputation—gone
but still here.
When love is experienced,
it is always.
Lost love is as a raindrop
in a puddle.
An evaporated puddle
remains water;
and so does its imprint:
Though we can’t often keep
track of the time,
its footprints remain;
and so it is with episodes
of undying love—gone
but still here.
"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,
aka:lyricvixen
life is a serial episodes of determined undetermined and predetermined roles
fter nine episodes
Our new generation must know
The whole thing started
With President Carter
Who was in the Commander's chair
And the computer dreamers were setting off Internet flairs.
Billed as a trip back to the matinee cinema of decades ago
It was a marathon sci fi adventure picture show
Star Wars it was called
And the movie industry was in awe
Starting off in the middle
This space air force tale was all the twitter
Starring one who made a mark with the name Hamill
During a time when Dorothy was not in Oz but doing a camel
Then there was Eddie's little girl
Who was cute as a pearl
Add a hunk named Han solo
This fantasy project was a Go Go
Light years past with everyone taking other gigs
But when duty called the troupe made the franchise their digs
With the final one released
And the storm troopers are now resting in peace
Taking over the Jedi force
Is Daisy Ridley who just graduated from the light saber course
Carrying only one-word name right
Rey dug in her heels with all her might
As she fought a fight that was her descendants’ plight
But this seemed to be all a dream with all the work in front of a green screen
Geared to an amusement park ride
The latest Star Wars entry tried
It was nice the characters brought everything home
in a saga where everyone found a friend when they are alone
After nine episodes the credits have run
Saying goodbye since the good guys won
Skywalker, R2D2, C3PO, Chewy
Your mission is complete
And Vader no longer has heat
Han and Lea what can we saya
Besides we hope Lucas now can a paya
Now with everything in the can
And you have created all these costumed hams
May the force be with you
and many thanks making all this look cool.
"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,
aka:lyricvixen
EPISODES
separate moments
timlessy
suspended
&transported
harmony
torn apart
by
covert hints
& embedded
warnings
inertia
in
tranquil
contrasts
of
dramatic
focus
petulant periods
of
shadowed eyes
a
narrative a
of tensions
both meticulous
& incongruous
in
scenes
recreated
of
vast frescos
a
triumphant
apotheosis
reaching up
in
serenity
to moods
of optimism
in
celestial
celebration
from
undertones
of melancholy
idyllic
concepts
in
shimmering
surroundings of
scenes
a
rural
mass
of
exploits
foreclosed
by
banal mishaps
striving
for
attention
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
i erase existance when i see you
everything exists when you walk by
i would give up my existance just for a hint of eye contact from you
you only notice my existance in the throws of my imagination
thinking of you, i try to hold back my tears
fear feels like thorns piercing my ghostly anatomy
there is one particular throbbing that just may lead me to blindness
however i will take that risk just to elongate the existance of you in my mind
i become an addict on purpose and by choice
i become dependent on my version of your sweet, gentle voice
if i only had one chance, one opportunity, or one moment,
i would freeze that existance within the confines of my mind
the image of us in a circle of any type of bliss causes convulsive catastrophes
i force the existance of the multifarious feelings to just remain remaining
i am internally pleading for you not to disappear from the simplest region of my
sight
yet you do as always, and i am left with another date with disorganized episodes
The essence was in the V
But I liked gambling with the E
So I tore open my can of milk
And gulped down litres of filth
It was a Monday morning you all
And they had just brought in another sub victim, too frail
Eyes and mouth glued shut
A serial killer was on the run
And here I was with a can of milk
Drinking to nothing else but fun
Tuesday was a mass of heavy fog
My wife woke up a disgraced lady of the rogue
Threw triple shades of red upon my case
Called me weak and fled the house
I had to do the cleaning, the cooking
Turned up the volume but what was playing, Putin?
Raced to work barefoot
But all the workspaces had turned to soot
I slumped down into my invisible chair
Face in hand, head between the legs
I was devastated
Just like old pregnant Diva had stated
There was a serial killer on the run
And here I was wanting nothing else but rum
Wednesday I woke up in a shallow grave
Besides me lay a lady her face a mask of a forbidden wave
Like usual eyes and mouth glued shut, brave
I sighed once, twice and called the ambulance
Thoroughly surprised at my lack of vengeance
They brought me in for questioning
I couldn't answer a thing, insanity was fast fastening
They declared me a suspect, locked me up in a cell
And i thought of laying back on a hot seat with popcorn
Like WWE I craved hell in a cell
But I couldn't my life was on standstill
There was a serial killer on the run
And all I wanted was to become a nun
Thursday was the real deal
Bashed by inmates and led a jailbreak reel
I had to declare the war and end it
This was supposed to be the final strand, bend it
So I stalled out into the darkness and drew out my sword
And came face to face with myself ,no word
The rush of realisation went through me but I let the depth of death say it
I was the serial killer on the run
And I was already fresh meat on the pan
address the need to understand me
what than do you speak
when say the words
lover
than must I gain
understanding
to think it's me.
than beyond the ways you instill
trust, that all around you wish
me your's
that comparible
and compatibility means nothing
that you are from which
you want.
Windmills of wanderlust
hope cycles of reunion
across the sky
wide and far
Resolution, Patience, Homecoming
signs of the seasons
holding us forgiven
another chance at Love