Brian Poems - Poems about Brian

Alphabetical Nice simple pithy poems Brian Strand contests...

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Your album cover Anything for a Laugh seems candlelight lit arched churchways and smoke from village Chimneys sepia daybreak angel clouds jettisoning with yellow filter You died in Newcastle broken by the rain, only one album and a few credits cherished by a few...

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Imagist poet Prolific blogger Father of footles Contest creator Emagi guru Aural art form ‘As is moment’ “ichthyschiro” YouTube poet For he’s a most jolly good fellow So say all of Us...

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ice-encased tree limbs glisten in dawn’s stillness . . . a lone fawn wanders...

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There was a self pinky swear that I couldn't forget, "Enough of looking for a boyfriend after my 30th." And that pinky swear has been obeyed, Though I always seek for someone to be with. Relationships went wrong, Nobody gave me peace like home. So then I stopped searching, I let my heart rest from any breaking. And when...

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thinking of Christmas we trudge through deep forest snow . . . pine needles trailing...

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For Brian Blankenship, a heart worth remembering Stronger than I could imagine being, Reminding me that love isn’t always agreeing – But it is fiercer than a roaring lion, Just like this man we all called Brian His light fell gentle among the shadows, Erasing the dark, embracing the One who rose – Silencing the fears with His own tender tears, He has...

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the sky glows in pastel pink as the wind whispers~ a song for Brian...

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zephyr breezes by as I lounge in my garden with eyelids heavy...

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Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues, To hide behind, as we once did. This day is dark, and gray and dreary, Air thick with the scent of decay and mold, Dull light filters in through the window, Casting a somber tone across everything. Even the freesia suds have gone bad, The water in the tub is murky, opaque...

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Look at Brian the badger Slinking through the grass Sleeping Susan rabbit Doesn't see him pass. Hunting for his breakfast Every single night Brian's not very fussy He simply wants a bite. Finds a broken ladder, Scratches on a rung, At last he finds some breakfast ...

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R recently, power outages takes us BACK - ward E ven reading & commenting here is rare A naya & Harry Horsman, Brian Sambourne, Lisa D Do remind me how comments feed poets' souls P.S. This is a thank you poem to those who read and comment to encourage me. REQUEST: Please comment especially on poets who have few readers...

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I shoulda seen it comin’ my way - The Judgment Day Bears the brunt of judging as gold Rakes piles of entries, old and new Insists - "completely up to you" As long as you do as you're told Note, read the blog to make it through Submissions, like lava, pour in Tempting many soupers to win...

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I stole an hour from work Drove a few blocks from our downtown office To a cemetery And there In my preferred shady spot to park Where I typically meditate With all four windows wide open Gulping the afternoon autumn wind Shaving my face to young again In the rearview mirror Brian Doyle’s last book opened But today? No Another soul A fellow survivor in their coffin car I...

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I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand. I just want to write a poem. I'm done with instructions. I'm done with obedience. I'm done with the topsy. Just give me the turvy. Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time. I'm done with repetition. I'm done with repeating myself. Give me two minutes and I'll make you a paper airplane. Give me four minutes and...

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