Best Sources Poems
The bridge I walk upon in times
of troubled waters will be weak
unless the strength of God, loved ones,
and self I diligently seek.
When troubled waters, rough and deep,
torment you, when you sigh and weep,
support you seek can prove to be
the bridge that makes your worries flee.
May 17, 2023
entered in A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217
In slowing my breath I embody delight.
My mind is peacefully still, comforted
in meditation by compassionate warmth.
I am consumed by effortless pleasure,
enraptured and filled with a sublime bliss
which holds me in a spiritual embrace.
In stretching out my arms and embracing
my lover when we meet, a most delightful
feeling ignites my heart, a passionate bliss,
radiating devotion, providing comfort.
Tender loving affection, fueled with pleasure,
is the only fire which keeps me warm.
In holding my child and feeling her warm
breath upon my skin I am eager to embrace
responsibility. It is a real pleasure
providing for her and seeing the delighted
expressions which spring from a comfortable
home filled with happiness and bliss.
In charity and kindness, I realized bliss
may be shared with others. A hot meal or warm
bed is all that is required to give comfort
to a starving soul in need of my embrace.
Generous deeds that are sown with delight
will provide a harvest of infinite pleasure.
In pursuing pastimes I find pleasurable,
I am transported to worlds of blissful
proficiency where volumes of delightful
expertise give me instruction. Warmed
by information and fully embracing
understanding, I find cerebral comfort.
In recollecting my past I am comforted
by a lifetime of true contentment. Pleasures
remembered are all I need to embrace
the future with true confidence. Blissfully,
I reminisce and bathe in the soothing warmth
of a life replete with bountiful delights.
The comfort I derive from these simple pleasures
is a sweet embrace, saturated with bliss
and the unparalleled warmth of perfect delight.
“Useless Source”
I know some men called, big shots,
Who are filled with much bull snot.
Be careful of it’s use,
For of it there is no spruce.
A men of substance, but no real plot!
“Political Fleas”
Most all of strife’s parasitic forces,
Most always found driving their Porsches.
Poor seen of lesser degree,
Haven’t a pot to pea.
For common good vote out useless sources.
“Stench Isn’t Cheese”
Useless sources, political fleas,
Men of means, pass the bailout please.
Poor have given it their all,
As Uncle Sam called .
The stench on the hill, is not cheese.
*Image of Sense And Self Love by Pixabay
sources
alive and active
stimulates reach for the stars
incentivizes
a changing world in motion
striving individuals
eyes and ears astir
soul afresh sense and reason
heart beseech the mind
we progress in baby steps
and success with the right steps
2021 June 04
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 11)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 11
From Mother Nature:
Mountain, ocean, forest, plain,
Sky, sun, moon, snow, rain
From the family,
Friends, co-workers, yet strangers
Smile, discuss, acquaint
From the intended work
That’s fruitful to other people
Enjoy the whole world
Well I wonder!
What, which inspires?
The bathroom door that collides with the wind
And exposes its guest?
Or the gaping window that
Gives peeping space for my neighbor’s eyes?
Is it the thick dried browned soap foams
On marbled wall, painted white by
Colors of many years?
Is it the tiled surface floor
Whose yellowness is turning brown?
Or the morning cold Well water?
Is it its impact on the body
Lukewarm from the heat of the night
And residues of mosquitoes in the bloodstream?
Or a token blessing of seasonless patronage
Of the shrine of showerers?
Well, I wonder!
What which inspires?
When every morning in the bath
Songs dances, ideas run wild
And thoughts splash and flash
And poem like this
Find a space at the contours of my mind.
Flinching affirms my humanity with its frailty
And confirms my uniqueness midst flinch-inflicted diversity.
Topping my flinch-cause which oblivion can’t subdue is tooth prophylaxis
Surpassing every physical pain I have experienced of gruesome crisis.
Next, I admit my emotional flinch that gives me heart torture
Whenever I see my special child seized with epilepsy’s spasm-gesture.
Academically, I can’t forget my flinching mental woes
Brought by trigonometry and algebra problems along chemical equation-blows.
Maturing, I have tried to manage my socialization’s flinch-sources
Especially in fellowships that grip me with laughter-delights of no recess.
Such made me recall my childhood funny, naughty flinch-filled games
That made me collect plastic frogs, cockroaches and spiders for surprise-flames.
Yet, I must confess that what makes my soul and faith flinch the most
Is my guilt due to sins displeasing the Lord Who loves me at all cost.
Thus, in my life’s flinching moments, as consequences of miseries’ pain*
I thank God for grace, might, and mercy He grants for comfort’s gain.
*Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
June 15, 2019
3rd place, "What Makes You Flinch" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver; judged on 7/27/2019.
7 Chief Sources known as 7 Capital or 7 Deadly Sins
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or Laziness
Chief sources are Seven
Pride, Greed, Lust
Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or laziness
Commonly called 7 Capital Sins or 7 Deadly Sins
The only reason to tune into mainstream media news,
is to see the corporate network's biased point of view.
Open
channels
from childhood-
people,sounds and
smells.
SOURCES OF CONTEMPLATION
demand
delicate attention
in a sentiment
of timelessness
meandering &episodic
perhaps
but
ever changing
focused
gestures of posture
in
a repertory of motifs
sans a sense of ambiguity
dreamlike
they
envelop &shroud
the visible
becoming symbolic
almost
ornamental
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
Inspiration is something
That can be hard to sought.
But motivation it shall bring
When it is caught in thought.
Endless sources of it there
To broaden up your mind.
They are out there everywhere
Waiting for you to find.
Mindset is a primary factor...
Is yours willing to
Be open and play the extractor?
This is up to you.
What you know plays special forces
On this battlefield.
Imagination in its courses...
Make it unconcealed.
What are you into? What moves you?
What is it you desire?
Anything certain proves to
Be something to inspire.
People leading by example...
Places you have been.
Objects plentiful and ample...
All that you have seen.
Experience can play a role
And also what you learn.
Progressing towards a goal
As well as what you yearn.
These are just to name a few
Sources which do exist.
Everything comes down to you
And your will to persist.
You holding hands with my loneliness
Your place
The thief in my bed
The beggar in my dreams
Nothing sweet will ever belong to me
I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting
But you
I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile
Losing track of time
Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere
Eyes longing to close held open by the promise of this pleasure, the feeling of you running through my mind
A love so divinely pure
Our hands will only meet through the screen
Some see power as personal,
feel light as intimate belonging,
interpersonal hope and faith and love.
For these,
life's experience and memory
are theologically driven from above,
explained,
hoped for,
and feared when lost,
abandoned
neglected
repeatedly abused.
Others hear power as planetary evolution,
sometimes climaxing in intense revolutions
of painful loss
and gainful passion
within nature/spirit nonduality
Transcending autonomous ego-body/mind association
and dissociation.
For these,
love's compassion and losses
are ecologically embedded,
reiterated,
actively hoped for,
And feared economic and political
and ultimate individuating risk
of fading through fragile depressed eco-unlogical despair
and suppressed political terror
about co-passioning Earth's mortality,
As if this personal Goddess
could someday die
while humanity claims Rapture
elsewhere.