Best Firmed Poems

A Brian Strand Premiere No 1224 Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written: June 20, 2023

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Zealous
reflections
wrest my heart
humble
pitapatting 
Honed
toward my ears 
A thrum
glides
alone
Into a
scene
within
finger
tipped
firmed
curved
notes
Seeking each chord
of tempting harmony played
intimately in heartbeats among
the rivulets of      a tempo step
Everything is   ...

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Once upon a happenstance
I gazed, a look, and paused in trance

To dream upon a crystal palace
Her heart aglee and form to chalice

With towers true and field in view
I set a course to give tongue to

I crossed the field - anxiety smote
And walked upon this palace...

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Once I finish oiling rusty joints and dusting these old bones,
it's time set off on down the trail.
Where I'll head I haven't a clue;
by heaven perhaps to find you.

No, not some yellow brick road,
a highway for the broken and in-firmed.
Cracked and crumbled; musty and stale,
pathway...

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How can one say HAPPY Veterans Day.
A day reminiscent of all they who returned
from the horrors of war suffering with PTSS as well as all of the medically in firmed.
How can one say HAPPY Veterans Day.
when so many brothers and sisters lost their lives
leaving behind...

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a celluloid and my heart and art collaboration.

In this poem “I...

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I feel bad that you all got to stand on my path for your livelihood said sandy, Sandy will be less harmless in the days ahead. Sandy is glad to have a short life span. Sand is trying as much as possible to give you...

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I’m a Pessimist 
We will cry even more 
The misery will increase
The suffering won’t stop 
We won’t get away from life with ease 
We are the gloomy creatures 
We are sentenced to grief 
What life but a nice covered book 
We read, but nothing firmed...

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Our only source of water,
the spring lay to the west,
downhill from the house.

Its flow gurgled up
to form a creek which snaked
through a field toward the barn.

Cold spring water firmed butter,
and chilled the milk,
 kept dry in tin buckets,
dropped underwater daily.

Our old sow would root, nose
under...

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True Love


True love is a vast ocean
Calms and churns with highs and lows
Shaped by ever-changing tides
Firmed by commitment.


January 13, 2016

Contest: Your Interpretation Of What Love Is
Sponsor: Bobby May
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POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT...

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HEAL THY SELF O WOUNDED AFRICA 
                (no to XENOPHOBIA).
      
Wake up a voice shouted 
You slept like a pregnant woman 
While the drum beat...

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You see no scars and laceration

But it doesn't define that I'm not wounded

I smell and looked great to you

Hey! It just my make-up and perfume



But If you really want me

Caress me no matter what season

Stand firmed for your reason

Embraced me as I am

Love even my...

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The sun hung low
over the valleys girth,
ready to enter 
the bosom of the earth.

Dust rose up
into the blood red sky,
a line of horses
moved as if to fly.

At the end of the forest
they hastily turned,
towards the enemy 
as they firmed.

Then at a gallop
they approached,
man and horse
lives...

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Employed by Boeing before I retired
An engineer, then into management
I had good writing skills, as were required
When I wrote, you could tell what was meant

Poetry wasn’t of interest to me
For the first seventy five years of life
In fact, when my three daughters lived with me
They...

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Death calling

Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in air intakes; provides disguised to skeletal fingers velvet faint touches
Rested...

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