Giants creep through disguised as trees.
Tiptoeing by the ancients asleep underneath.
A deep slumber echoes from the ground.
A blanket of silence filters the sound.
The mist rolls in and the forest takes a breath.
A crow takes flight and comes to a rest.
This mossy rock becomes my throne
In the center of my newly found home.
My spirit wanders, and I wonder,
What could ever pull me under?
The dragon raises his lazy head.
The cave has collapsed and the knight is dead.
It is all a battle to stay afloat.
To be the one with the strongest boat.
The storm rolls in and takes us all.
Some of us are likely to survive the fall.
Footprints fade along the shore.
The next adventure begs to be born.
Breathe the frozen air and let it burn.
Stitch together the pattern of what we have learned.
Roll the fabric and put it away.
They are just maps to treasures within my brain.
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
As snow is melting,
It's as though even buildings
Are softly crying.
The softended ocean waves touch sand
Retreats comes again and again.
A never-ending process until~
Until it meets a rocky terrain
Our daily lives can become like waves.
Over and over sameness parades
Until one day a shift in axis
Everything we've known cascades~
c
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s
Kind of a mixture of several types of poems..Echo..Rhyme..Even Shape
Written in the last few days ...
For Brian
Curious chrysanthemums curate chances;
Crack crazy cases creatively;
Climb creepy cliffs;
Conquer crafty creations;
Compete competencies;
Challenge complexities;
Crown
Complete
Cascades.
CASCADES
mysterious
monumental
&
imposing
an
imminent
spectacle
once
veiled
paradox
& promise
of an
enigma
a rhapsody
so authentic
explores
contemporary
notions
depictions
to
encourage
in
mosaic
memories
in a sense
of
rapture
that endures
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
CASCADES
of anguished
brilliance
appears
to be shared
with the self-aware
&
vulnerable
unsuccessful
but
provides a
self-image
in
multiple ways
with
complicated
intentions
&circumstances
thoughts&
touch
a single
state of mind
each
leave their trace
a personal style
all played
out
on a
small scale
derived
from looking
at the face
in shadowed
interplay
a transition
surrounded
& faded to nothing
in a disconcerting
way
between self
&image
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
breath gently breezes
heart floods with alluring love ~
lulling fall cascades
Syllable count: 5/7/5
Dec. 25, 2020
Sencleri-limoku Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brain Strand
Just like the wind whirls in pathless air..
and comb caresses our countless hair...
I have a timeless tale no tongue can tell...
Our love is a heritage no soul can sell.
Through flood or flame, I hold the fort...
Shadows of shame cannot cut this short..
I am on a journey to boundless bliss...
Our love is a movie no one should miss.
Dewdrops of my desires continue to cascade
as my soul swirls to a silent serenade...
I am lost in the warmth of words unspoken...
Our love is a pasture of promises unbroken.
Boisterous billows may roar and roll...
frail fragrance may seek to soil my soul...
I will cling to that old courteous cross...
Our love cannot be decked with dust and dross.
This house breathes and I'm not at all sure what that means.
But she smiled, and the world and my wonder along with it, stopped. Her hair swished around when she laughed for miles over and on the top of this sad old house’s worn and torn down tiles.
But the thing is, she smiled at nothing. She smiled at the empty jokes I made just to make her laugh at something in sight of her previous weariness and anxieties inspiring more frightening nightly self discoveries all handled quietly, never shared, always found and kept privately.
In these she discovered her real soul and stared at it through the eyes of a one with one containing the color of burnt charcoal.
Her hair stood out to me, though. It curled and told a story about her and it's one of those I'd just never ever want to close. Cascading down hallways like.. Oh. That's what that means.
She smiled again, brightly shining in our dull colored class. I'd been staring again. I really need to stop doing that.
A boisterous sheet of morning-fresh water
tumbled,
discharging tumult of noisy explosion down
rockface
while torrents of catapult-rainbows caught
sunshine
from the top of the towering fern-crowned
mountain,
splintering light as holding straight course
chute met
huge implosion that quelled further sound.
Breaking surface cataract rumpus lay quiet,
flat-plate
calm of limpid sun-filtered lake breathed
a peace
when swam a vision from black rocky side
head high
and gliding, mouth filled with green weed.
Silent he floated then dipping began furry
antics
of random, wild-eyed, free diving display,
slipping
occasional glances my way, fear reverted
and threat
forgot in gleeful cascades of Otter elation.
Soon distanced to a shimmering wet dot
contact
with one untameable Otter in his haven
sporting
under falling water for me, I never forgot.
Snow cascades from the tall pines,
Large powder puffs
Puff down in soft lunges,
Descending to earth,
Subdued incidence,
A sort of soul for January.
They do not have words for it.
If they are wordless,
So, finally, are we.
It is as if they would say
What we say,
I mean what I say by being.
As the river cascades
From Himalayas breast
With all its puissance
And rage, it distills out
Along its way, the grail
Of love, service and faith.
It finds the fondness
That grows, in tandem
With the stretching course
Brimmed with beauty, it
Flows till infinite.
Tunes emanate
At each sojourn
Of cadenced waves
Those quench the earth.
It imparts
On mankind
Life itself
Like a
Caring
Mom
Poet: Prashant Shaurya ©
All rights reserved.
We were like desperate creatures up there on that mountain;
Hoping the other might be the one to fulfill the others driven desire
We often met in the shadows of the dark with only the moon to guide us.
And we whispered low like two wolfs that recognized each other’s scent;
We were in a world no one else could ever understand
And neither of us cared to.
And we devoured every moment as;
If it were something we’d never tasted.
And we held on so tight with no promises of tomorrow because;
Tomorrows were so often uncertain for those like us.
I felt more like myself than I ever had before;
And for that I’ll never forget you and maybe;
That’s how real life should end up being;
Moments of time you’ll always remember;
And wish you could have again and again and again