Best Relies 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.
She is a free spirit rebellious and wild
She’s changing so quickly – no longer a child.
Determined, impulsive, she gets into fights
She wants independence and quotes me her rights.
She is a free spirit now spreading her wings
In search of adventure and trying new things.
She sees the horizon that beckons from far;
Relies on the guidance of her lucky star.
But when the experience starts fading away
She finds disillusion obstructing her way
There’s home as an option to get her on track;
I will be there waiting to welcome her back.
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Written: 3/15/2014
Contest: Your Favourite Old Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed 3rd
Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem Goes#14
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 5th
[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
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.
COURAGE VS. CONFLICT
The history of man defines Ape as a primate.
Man seems to be in that mind-set today.
He lives life as pent because he denies himself religious freedoms.
God refined humankind once before and, therefore, he will do the same once more.
The factor ends when iniquity meets perilous world.
The mania of man will bring forth extinction.
In parable, the elderly wisdom was predefined by the life they had lived since the beginning of time.
They had seen themselves within their prime and captured these elements through their
way of life.
Their beauty was not a basis to define.
They were primates of mammal and nomadic.
Their skin was olive nonwhiten via sunshine.
They hunted with self-made weapons and brought back a feast many times.
However, one male cultivated the mind.
He invented weapons for prosperity.
An abundance of wealth all received.
Today is venturous.
Humankind has crested to another prehistoric image.
Our originations through inventions and development have implemented innovations.
Our minds must continue to reinvent not to become another mandrill.
The core of our existence relies on this.
We are human beings and the highest intelligence.
Insofar as we are not predetermine...
Insofar as we are no predestine to a grandeur form...
Insofar as we see no more adjustments that are required for humankind physiological form...
We have peaked physiologically.
Therefore, we will henceforth to inform our mental faculty.
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Penned on October 19, 2014!
Parable of the Seed
“10 He said, “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of God has been given to you, but to others I speak in parables, so that, “‘though seeing, they may not see; though hearing, they may not understand.’11 “This is the meaning of the parable: The seed
is the word of God. 12 Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved.” Luke 8:10-12 NIV
We are the soil, and God’s Word the seed—
God is the farmer of the field.
The birds of the air is Satan and his host,
To whom the wicked yield.
When the seed falls on stony ground,
It withers in the sun and dies.
But when it falls on healthy soil,
On the Lord, it continually relies.
Good seeds are the Children of the Kingdom;
Weeds belong to the wicked one.
God’s seed represents His words of truth;
The weeds God’s truth have shun.
Let’s be like the soil of the mustard seed
And produce a tree of might.
When the birds lodge in its shadows,
They cannot destroy with blight.
The Word of God is a mighty seed,
When spoken and when read;
Mightier than many tall trees,
Where the ‘birds of the air’ have bed.
When we submit to the ‘farmer’,
And devour His precious truth seed;
Allow Him to tend and water us,
With heaven we’ll be agreed.
So when the Word of God is spoken
And truth absorbed with great delight,
The soil [saints] will prosper and flourish—
Of wickedness lose sight.
But when seed falls on the pathway,
That’s trodden down by time,
The heart is not receptive;
Has no desire for truth divine.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
The Rose - Poet's Dozen
rose awaits the call
to awake with coming spring
promise for rebirth
The seasons of all things hold much in store,
for life brings death which brings new life once more.
The rose relies on wisdom of its root
to make it bloom when winter sets it free.
And then in Spring, begins once more its fragile ride
through life; with sun and rain and wind it must contend.
And day by day its velvet petals open, spread out wide
upon its leafy stem; all stages lead to fullness in the end.
The tireless earth once more gives life; its promise does attend.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poet's Dozen
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 11/06/2015
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One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines
Free verse: 2 lines
English Quintain: 5 lines: Rhyming scheme ababb
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
Youth believes love
its own invention
and not Nature’s
intension for all--
of course youth
relies solely on youth
its application
before cultivation
our Baby-steps
then the fall…
but I, now,
a senior citizen
a denizen
just prior the sleep,
have grown to see love
high and wide
and reassuringly
infinitely deep.
Why wake when first takes fade to night
Why wake when days evade your plight
Don’t ask to rule when thrones you lost apply,
To things you wish, keenly brewing bright
Don’t say you know
when the sun’s last chance arrives
Arrange your passions however you wish
And twist your eyes when they bewitch
Don’t ask of men to fashion a new breed
…the thought, of course, relies on me
Don’t look again
as I slip and slip
In fact your rangy words subscribe
to bottled pride repacked and retooled inside
To every hint of light this way derived
the prospect of insightful sparks you blight
Don’t send me a word
if my memories from your words may die
Don’t sign a cloud with brownish words of clay
A cloud is seen worldly through light and rays
Your words for clouds could thus retain
a will to cast all light aside and rain
Don’t cry for two
when clouds rephrase your words and fade
Don’t tell the truth
that saintly words of love unsaid remain
Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage
Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment
God's following holds time proof tenacity
Flared proud corners, pyramid reminiscent
Honour continues amidst shifting society
Solid oak panelled door on wrought iron hinges
Greets round barrel key bearer with ominous groan
Down four slouching stone steps from street edge
Solo visit in sacred space never partaken alone
Curved bookcases cater for leather bound learning
Volumes of theology define best ways
Nook with desk lets liturgist imbibe God's word
Tall back chair, acorn emblems engraved
Beneath majestic vessel, clay damp chamber
Rhubarb velvet curtain, tassel tied to sides
Strongest entity relies on the Lord as Saviour
With worship's dedication, faith survives
In expansion, searcher emerges at alter, cleansed
Hive of etched arches tribute precision architectural
Vibrant robes, sashes draped, silken beacons
Of preparation, celebration of overcoming, renewal
Pulpit's ingrained memory both daunting and welcoming
Deep set lead light showers sombre pews in intimacy
Haloed Christ holds baby, shares parables with children
Crease covered hymn books strum procedural symphony
Written July 2020 (no previous submission)
Submitted for : Brian Strand
Completely New Volume 23
on 18th August 2020
I am a
lone moon drifter--
My dreams of light
comes to life at night...
I peek up
at the moon at dawn
to realize so soon
her light is gone within
a yawn.
Strangely,
my sorrow
relies on the moonlight
tomorrow--
to get me through another day.
I've followed the winds of aspirations,
heard their sighed exasperations...
I look forward to what all
of the lunar poets have to say.
Departure from the land of death and dying
Enter a beautiful, perfect land of the truly alive
Also, when faced with death's call, some introspection
Take into account how we are living
Honing in on values and priorities
1 Corinthians 15: 55-58
55 O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” 56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin [by which it brings death] is the law; 57 but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory [as conquerors] through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord [always doing your best and doing more than is needed], being continually aware that your labor [even to the point of exhaustion] in the Lord is not futile nor wasted [it is never without purpose].
John 11: 25
25 Jesus said to her, “[a]I am the Resurrection and the Life. Whoever believes in (adheres to, trusts in, relies on) Me [as Savior] will live even if he dies;
All the funerals Jesus attended:
Luke 7: 11-17
Matthew 9: 18
John 11: 38-40
He brought the person back to life.
Our last pet passed yesterday. Even the death of a pet brings to life thoughts of death and our beliefs. I am deeply saddened by the loss.
July 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 7-12
Key Verse – Isaiah 9:6 … His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MIGHTY GOD
Thank You for being my mighty God, called as the Wonderful
Who is exceptional, divinely beautiful
Always enabling me to be faithful
So that I can do my all for You, diligently fruitful.
Thank You for being my mighty God, known as the Counsellor
Who is wise, advising perfectly--- the best Tutor
Always leading me, Your sailor that relies on You, my Director
So that I can pursue toward Your righteous endeavor.
Thank You for being my mighty God, declared as the everlasting Father
Who is loving, constantly my satisfaction-contentment Provider
Always meeting my needs for faith maturity further
So that I can please You, my bountiful Rewarder.
Thank You for being my mighty God, proclaimed as the Prince of Peace
Who is gentle, longsuffering whose mercy does not cease
Always cheering me up, forgiving my confessed sin that causes guilt’s crease
So that I can fellowship with You with trust-increase.
Thank You for being my mighty God, recognized as the salvation-Source
Who is sovereign, really supreme in every redemption-course
Always assuring me against doubts from evil unbelief-doors
So that I can worship You joyfully midst any challenging force.
Thank You for being my mighty God, esteemed as the Author of compassion
Who is caring, dealing with me along Your endowed virtuous transformation
Always empowering me to prioritize You with utmost devotion
So that I can seek first Your kingdom by Your instruction.
Thank You for being my mighty God, acknowledged as the Truth and Light
Who is brilliant, shining midst transgression-darkened night
Always illumining me through Your Word of holiness-might
So that I can live for You with submission-delight.
July 15, 2022
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
It amuses me when people ask
“How are you?”
Fortunately for us both
They never ask
“Who are you?”
For that answer relies upon a deep dive
Into the hollows of a heart
The scorched remains of a soul
A lonely walk
Through the darkness of youth
The crumbled “joy” of innocence
The malingering residue of defeat.
Do not ask who I am
Just leave me to further become
The residue of resurrection’s raw madness