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Written: September 2nd, 2025, for  contest by Brian Strand

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graveyard selfie
captioned "miss you always"
posted for the likes

Maybe

Maybe a day will come, and it breaks my heart,
That the white coated men, will tell my mom we're apart,
That they tried their best, but it wasn't enough,
And now, I'm gone, in a world so tough.

On that day, she'll call, and I won't answer,
She'll text, but there'll be no reply to her,
Then she'll view a friend's status, and there,
My photos will be captioned, gone, not here.
So soon, we'll forever miss you, they'll say,
And momma will be all tears, as she prays,
Papa will be sobbing silently, in his pain,
For I'm no longer with them, it's hard to explain.

Then posters will come out, it's okay not to be okay,
But it'll be too late, to take my pain away,
For I'll be gone, to a place we all dread,
Leaving behind memories, of the life we once led.
So cherish every moment, and hold your loved ones tight,
For life is unpredictable, and can change overnight,
And when that day comes, and I'm no longer here,
Remember, I love you all, and hold me close, dear.

One Day

Maybe a day will come
That momma will be told 
By the white coated men
We tried our best but failed
And on that day
You'll call and I won't answer
You'll text but there'll be no reply
Then you'll view a friend's status
My photos will be captioned gone 
So soon, we'll forever miss you
And momma will be all tears
Papa will be sobbing silently
Then posters will come out
It's okay not to be okay
But it'll be too late

Joys of Selfless Giving

Life of lifelong dance—
Of rainbow shades and fragrance,
And with bees romance,

Flowers, I envy
How ye manage this, tell me,
Asked a man in trance,

Yours too, Butterfly,
And O Honey-bearing Bee,
O ye swaying tree,

There’s no secret key,
They all said and in one voice,
From within flow joys,

Stop living in greed,
There’s enough for every need,
Look for ways to give.

Joy there’s in giving—
For its own sake, enjoying,
In selfish living!
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Reflections |22.06.2021| 

Poet’s Note: 
No doubt, man alone lives for him. Nor is he happy in his own skin, nor can learn from nature, birds and beasts. From flowers, (as from all nature) he can learn a lot, but he likes to pluck them, makes a bouquet and put them in a vase as if he would do a better job. He is totally missing the point that if there is one lesson from all nature to learn, it is: ‘Joys of selfless giving’.    

This poem is in sequence to one captioned: The Joy of Giving

Perception

State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity

a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart

arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about

the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips 
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises

it's on top 
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone

I the moon/you the sun

Whispers Beyond

Mire voices echoing in my head
Am I dreaming instead?
Yet I feel I am being talked to
It’s every day living through and through
Yet I don’t seem to have still a clue
Perhaps a method of inspiration coming far away
It seemed so sudden even on this day
The whispers were telling me to appreciate
But as I walked I stopped in my tracks on hesitate
Yet whispers moved my footsteps to position of on
I had no idea as to where in life I belong
Yet it seemed the voices had the true answer
But of course I was in a prance
Whispers had my ears in being well toned
My destiny would be coming sometime soon
Whispers telling don’t worry what people say
You are thinking normal and you are ok
Tell me more I responded to the whispers
But the whispers responded, “I have already heard and captioned every meaningful word”.

Writing Flame

I feel I can no longer write anymore
It seems readers would rather ignore than explore
Writing is a commitment I chose to do
But as of now I am simply through
I write so others can enjoy
It’s not a game and a ploy
It’s my writing in having others enjoy
Writing is a gift from my heart
I remember when I write it was something I enjoyed
Writing was my devotion to share with the world
It actually made my heart swirl
My work seems to be passed on by
Yet every determination in effort with a continuous try
My writing seems to come as a storm
It’s my variety being different from the norm
Assertion using understandable words
Readership in wanting to be heard
So what have you felt in my writing all along?
Should I continue to write and is this where I truly belong?
You tell me if my writing captioned your heart
Have I truly made my mark
My writing being no secret
Respond to me now and if my writing has added that wow.

Vision

View so clear from a very distant perspective
Inclinations and angles wonderfully captioned and analyzed
Sight alone isn’t sufficient. This is coming straight from the mind
In full projection of the future
Only then can a mission be targeted and worked
No wonder Steven Wonder nurtured a great one despite being blind

Same Old Bricks

A barren paradise 
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions 
Screams captioned 
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight 
Leaches beseech 
Conventions plateau
Wonted into winter 
Inept untaught cling
Polluting prospects 
Tasting achilles 
Oxidizing tongues
Clip urinating lips
Pressurizing knuckles 
To freeze ends mean
Of inks soap
Washing pluto pores 
Till burning gain 
Is nothing lost
Samold verse
An inkling fresh
What's left to not do?
Peddle soup cans?
Underline oddities?
Misspell mutiny?
Lying in a sensible 
Juxtaposition 
A fruitful prison

Behind the Selfies

I have a very brief confession
that I have to make.
It's about the selfies 
and it'll make you break.

I only wear glamorous tops 
during my homemade shots,
Since bottoms aren't seen
And only the face is on screen.

I give all my efforts
In putting some makeups
Just to look pretty on my selfie
And wrote on it -- hashtag no makeup.

I put on my lipsticks
And do the sexy duck face,
Then captioned the output with bible quotes
Though it doesn't relate.

Mom wondered
Why I locked myself in my room.
Oh please, I was just doing a selfie
and surprisingly came out well groomed.

Ka-Pwing

forgotten sound
of a father's voice,

only a fond memory of English Leather,

faces of children
not one's remembered,

melancholia captioned,

while snared in long wars
bereft of true glory,

cordite charred, world weary,

heavy hearted,
heavy handed,
heavy lidded, 

minutes whip past
like a lash on raw skin,

gilded ages burst like flack,

eons too much when unwelcome
too little too soon,

moments spent like carnival tokens,

spin cycle of life
a kaleidoscope swoon,

awaken to dotage,

snippets of melodies
riffing toe tapped,

younger days, younger legs, 

when life was as simple
as a pair of rubber soled shoes,

leg tapped,

tap away.

Whatever Happens Happens For Good

Nothing to dishearten if things go astray
Not get scared if your life is in disarray
It gets better and better as time passes by
Many such trials are bound to fade away.

Facing the unpleasant without any dismay
Is the best way to get through the tragedy?
Things fall in places surely and positively
This then offers no reason to worry truly.

Remember change as nature’s philosophy
Nothing remains in life as a true constancy
Fear no more of any impending eventuality
That surely pushes one ahead sans timidity.

Do not be worried by happenings unpleasant
Believe the maxim that nothing is permanent
He only gains surely who can stand and wait
With a firm trust in the above captioned tenet.

Happenings are unavoidable and inescapable
Brooding over them makes one vulnerable
To despondency which is indeed deplorable
Action with serenity is vital which is laudable.

All said and done, know that destiny operates
We are but tools used by a mighty controller
HE plans in great wisdom the chain of events
HE makes things happen that happen for good.

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime

Sunset Symphony

This quiver of my lip, is such a gift,
He shared his eyes to see his brilliant sunsets,
Reflecting up from cherished memory,
So many hearts a common muse away,
Most things they don't ring true, but a few can pierce veneer and move to that 
moment,
We swell and weep sublime,
Visions soul, the song, the captioned paper screen,
Is such a gift to give and get,
Times are few that vision touches you,
In that blink the doubt of God and house and heart, 
Flee beneath the clarity of genius,
When poison catch jingle, single pornographic faint,
Ficades and numbs most poignant sensation,
I still love because I think of them who give to us so vividly,
The sunset in their symphonies.

Close Captioned

I am truly sorry my love
my actions contradict my words of love
hypocrite I am an abomination I am
 I regrett sorely my indiscretions
my affection wans not but waxes hot
desire fuels my moves to bring you close
unpredictablility is my stongest asset
I wish so bad my actions were closed captions
so I look in myself and see what you seek
to comprehend what makes me meek
to find what makes me bold so my story unfold
to see what i truly mean when I say I love
you

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