Best Inherently Poems
nascent
dawn appears
kaleidoscope
of
color
midnight
sighs
leftovers
of
last night
plateful of
unsaid
words,
a
tablecloth
of rapier-sharp
folds
&
fireplace
dying
to be
kept
alive
sensitive
hearts
feel
powerful
in
mundane
rain
pelting
petals
think
of
others
when eating
remember
pigeon
food
when fighting
remember
seeking
peace
paying water-bill
remember
cloud-nursed
when homecoming
remember
homeless
campers
when sleeping
counting stars
remember
sleepless,
roofless
foodless
healthless
hopeless
be a candle
in
dark
snow
mixed
drizzle ...
dust-covered
man
holds
hand
of daughter
dying
slowly
under
slabs
of
concrete
life
illusion
dream
swoon
ecstasy
oblivion
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 14, 2023
YOUR SELECTION AGAIN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
Let's meet
on
side
of
honesty
honor
& Integrity
let's
never
forget
consequences
of
deception,
denial
delay
distraction
&death
upon
waking
think
of
what
a
precious
privilege
to be alive
breathe
think
enjoy
& love
let worry fade
breathe
allow
affection
& premonition
mend
your
wings
taste food
when
eating
taste slumber
when
sleeping
be alive
will all
be dead
soon enough
have
your
head
in
clouds
& think
you
are
in
paradise
poetry
is
thoughts
that
breathe,
& words
that
burn
beauty
of
life
grow
from
soil
build
in
steeple
mold
into
art
shaped
into
bread
loaves
or
hold it
in
your
heart
Written: March 25, 2023
5th place contest winner
Strand No 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
The sun and the moon are
in parallel line with our world and
sister world that spins side by side;
interdimensional through reality’s eye.
Vibrational frequencies set both apart.
One is unveiled, the other is dark.
Yet time portals exist in between,
Connecting both worlds both seen and unseen.
Visitors appear through these portals of time,
through sacred geometry they quietly speak
to those who are open and unafraid
of climbing the ladder into the unknown.
Kindred spirits dwell to connect,
inherently aware through their DNA.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
Being human there is the stronger urge
That inborn desire towards good
Or the diversion towards badness
Our innate inborn capacity for good
Equals our divergence towards badness
The Lord searches the souls of men
Examining intent and purpose
Man is mostly inclined towards evil
No one is good except the father
Not one desires righteousness
The Lord is not tempted by the flesh
Nor is he a son of man in need of redemption
But man is flesh and spirit- the two
Constantly at cross-purpose and loggerheads
Goodness or badness.. choice and circumstances
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...
I don’t answer
Intensely personal questions people ask
For these shreds to pieces what is truly me
The pieces are of no use to them though.
The effort seems to stem from veiled envy
Incisive curiosity or even subtle insult.
I am forced to uncover and introspect
Ask myself why I’m under the prying lens
For my life’s energy dissipates reorganizing
The dislodged pieces in place once again.
I don’t react
When caustic comments people make
On the manner I behave seems odd to them
Or on the way I do or don’t do things
For them when they ask or even for myself
For these are innate traits I am born with
Discarding or changing which for their sake
Or walk on their footsteps they set would be
To dispense with a vital part of my psyche
And to exist as a void entity of no identity.
I don’t demonstrate
The feeling of appreciation articulately enough
If people do something good to me sometimes
For that action appears an expression overdone
Deceptively laden with fake display of gratitude
Which in essence hides the tacit expectation
That the good done is what is deserved and due.
When for this trait people criticize my insensitivity
A part of my mind inherently obliged though
Is tortured to premature and painful demise
I can’t endure for I don’t deserve the treatment
And they aim to maim part of my bruised persona
I can’t rejuvenate for it does no longer respond.
People say
I have gone or going mad.
I tell them, yes, I’m quirky
If self-preservation makes one so.
That’s why I am alive still
As a mad man at my will.
I say to me
So let it be.
February 6, 2018.
If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall
Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire, ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a sin
The unfolding of a female sexual invert
The act of loving must be a tender selfless act, revert?
Love itself is not inherently sinful or
complexities of love, we shan’t ignore
But rather the circumstances surrounding it
Misfits from Malvern to London and then to Paris!
Ira furor brevis, the frailty, taboo and strife
Fellow q***r characters, all walks of life
From the *sapphic salon hostess Valérie Seymour
To the 'miserable army' and more
of outcasts that frequents the 'merciless
Drug-dealing, death-dealing' bars of Montmartre
Written in another time, still support and solidarity to
generations of LGBTQ genre
*Sapphic is an umbrella term for same-gender loving women or woman-aligned people, including lesbians and bisexual+ women. It is used to describe topics, activities, and ideas related to same-sex attraction among women. The term can also refer to the Greek lyric poet Sappho.
we're trapped, and,
inherently speaking
those of us here don't want us to escape : )
what a : )
........
life is time
time is life
it is mine
like a wife
there is no contradiction
(that is not how) it seems
we live in an abstract
(multi-dimensional) the means
ah, the mazes
the phases
the faces
of time
when will it end
these crazes of mine
when
will it end
these hazes of line
....
i see,
said the ban-she,
you are of the hinge
...me!?...am of the cringe,
the lock and the key...so please
allow me to flee...not flea...
oh gawd...it's all up to me...
it's enough to make one screee
...mmm...i've got a thought...a short time out,
try some p_t : )
......hmmm....a bit better....
now for meaning and force of letter,
..........
...need some supper.
Aiming to be truly great,
where there is no debate.
It is a very natural instinct:
An instinct inherently innate.
We were created uniquely special.
I have come to this given realization.
This is surely a fateful maturation.
To rightly aim at this destination.
Obstacles may come in the way.
People can give their no and disdain.
Tides will bring gifts and then go away.
Part of being great, is to stay on this train.
POWERFUL CONCEPTS
daring
to return
in
enthralling
&
radiant
grandeur
bright emblems
in freefall
of
nostalgiaa
resembling
a
galaxy of
frozen
spectacular
fragments
forever passing
as
drifting shadows
in an
astral accidentn
explosions
of all kinds
painstakingly
&
marvellously
spread
out greeting
the arrival
of the deeply
ambiguous
perhaps
an allusion
of transformation
something from
nothing
melted down
&
refined
evocative of
minimalist
tracery
in the
abstract
of
tangles
of
vibrating
clouds
through
the
lens
of
beautiful
innocent
ignorance
potent
with
significance
trying to speak
through
a heap of
discarded matter
subtle
& capacious
&
drifting
a sense of a mind
unfolding
stretching
adding
words
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 like to think
that poetry
has intrinsic value
above and beyond
the actual craft…
That the origins
of poetry’s meter
and rhyme precede
each preliminary
draft…
That something, perhaps
even spiritual, transcends
the fore-and-aft…
And when the writer
thinks to scuttle
a work, as often
inherently we do,
always
may there be angels
floating him
a Literary-raft….
bluesy blurbs
of
brumal
blackness
its
crawling
clasps
of
silvery
gnawing
below
shriveled
shades
of
oxidized
&
deep
haze
immure
&
wait
awakening
cold winter
warm soul
&
henceforth
will hear
pearly
chants
from
Birdie
Green
with neon
embers
swirling
fractals
of
gemmed
hues
in
spirit
for
soft
knock
of
spring
on
frozen
shell
of
withered
dreams
Written: January 15, 2023
3rd place contest winner
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.
Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Her name was Sweet Puppy if it be known.
Her building had been invaded by fire and strange men.
Animals inherently know God's love and don't have to be shown.
They are God's creations and will never know sin.
Sweet Puppy would not leave her own little brood.
Even though the fire kept getting dangerously close.
God had provided her with an instinct to protect and so she stood.
Finally here came one of those strange men with a hose.
He lifted her and her puppies to a safe place.
And moved on his way to help get this fire put out.
Finally when everyone had stopped this frantic race.
Sweet Puppy went and thanked this wonderful man for this saving bout.
She couldn't tell him with words of thanks and praise how she felt
She could only lick the black smoke and sweat from his brow.
With complete understanding as we see her reaction our hearts melt.
Her actions make us realize the wondrous things that God can allow.
* For Joyce Johnson's contest "Doggy Gratitude"
INTO THE DISTANCE
a solitude
with
an abrupt
transition
depictions
in parallel
designed to
balance the
organic
profiled
losing oneself
to
the void
ever returning
simmering
on the surface
of the
featureless
sands
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