I look around
is anyone like me
like a strange sound
you hear but can't see
is there anyone
who acts the same
as I do?
I dream aloud
but wake in silence
I'd like to fit in
but i don't have a licence
is there anyone
who acts like me
I have a dream
That I find a stream
where i can live and breathe
could you believe
someone like me
run around
until you find yourself
a hurried sprint
and jump right
off the shelf
into the sea
where i find me
Play hard to get
someone you'd
wish you'd met like
hotel vacancy with a room to let
come inside my brain
and you'll see a view
maybe something old
or maybe something new
Brian Blessed,
Unimpressed,
By a bear in his tent,
A swift punch he sent.
my friend Brian
found his calling
not only a comedian
full of laughter and good jokes,
but also, the oldest college wrestler in Ohio
He served as a catalyst
for my poetic mood
and experimental dimensions
in silent rendering,
with an itch for art forms
be it the appetite
the nectar of a poet
My endeavor to articulate excels
far beyond my perceived horizons
alas jump-starting my muses
heretofore dormant a bit,
stirring me to excavate
a font of ideas
and accelerate with eagerness
to burst forth
from mind onto page
unfurling with words
hidden beneath my tongue
that once alluded me,
I stitch the unsaid into form
before our intuitive tryst,
a better mentor I could not
have hoped for;
British, artist, wordsmith, & troubadour
of empirical and
nostalgic emphasis
With pleasure I dive deep
into linguistic lure,
definitions and display
composing in a harmonious dance
lyrics into wordplay
I breathe life into symbols
older than memory
If ever there was a lauded semantic
who rises like a sentient sign
in a moments demand
stark sensationalist,
quiet, yet quite quizzical
It’s Brian Strand
Local favorite Brian Swinehart
Covington, Ohio's kind heart
does comedy at a cozy coffee shop
with Philippine food in the backdrop
The barista pours out the coffee
her daughter sits out the toffee
as Brian don's a smile
bringing people in for miles
His latest guest (Nicholas De Santo)
an Italian on a quest
from London he came
hoping we can remember his name
+Brian is a friend of mine that does comedy and I do the poetry every third Saturday of the month at our favorite coffee shop North Star coffee station in Piqua, Ohio. He is a traveling comedian that has lived in California and was a backup actor.
Hey Jesus I got cut on my hand today.
I love you Jesus I was crying yesterday like I started feeling emotions
I want to protect so many people I love so many people and it feels odd
Jesus I love people all over the world
I want everyone to be ok
thank you Jesus for being my best friend
Ana is a friend again like never before she is like my best friend too
Jesus I saw the Theodore tug boat episode about how we can all be best friends
thank you so much for being my friends everyone
Jesus thank you so much for everything you do for me
I got hurt but my brother cared for my wound
and I remembered not everyone wants to be my friend
There once was a lion named Brian
Who really just wouldn’t stop cryin’
He had a sore tummy
And wanted his mummy
The whole thing was really quite trying.
I close my eyes on this Warm Summer Day
And slowly my mind is lead far away
Back to another time so long ago
And to melodies I remember so
The music of Surfin Safari to Surfin USA
There was no mistakin Brian’s talent had introduced a new
Music craze
Why there wasn’t anybody who didn’t take part in the songs, the cars, the Surfin, and the Girls
Especially the girl’s
Like the man said he wished they all could be California Girls
Why it was all summer long that they enjoyed all the fun fun fun
But don’t worry baby they always wandered back in their room until it was Time to catch a wave and once again they were sitting on top of the world
And now the time has come for brother Brian to join Dennis and Carl
All three united again
In the far distance one can hear music calling out like
A long lost friend
As those good vibrations gently fall from heaven on to the sea
Smiling down the three brothers see
In the far distance the Sloop John B
In Memory of Brian Douglas Wilson of the Beach Boys
Alphabetical
Nice simple pithy poems
Brian Strand contests
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
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
ice-encased tree limbs
glisten in dawn’s stillness . . .
a lone fawn wanders
thinking of Christmas
we trudge through deep forest snow . . .
pine needles trailing
the sky glows in pastel pink as the wind whispers~
a song for Brian
zephyr breezes by
as I lounge in my garden
with eyelids heavy
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