Like a Wind.
Bon Voyage,Love to grasp.
In return happiness I find.
Like a Regal Aura of Current.
From place to place,Slowly and Gently.
Only to Find a Land to Rent.
I hope for Love.
Better days ahead.
Peace so Priceless like a Dove.
Written by: ESV.TIMIPRE BRIFINI.
Everywhere, clusters of clowns gathering about.
Plotting behind painted smiles
Dancing to the quickening of our demise.
They gather upon star spangled hill.
Behind giant mahogany desks.
Sharpening knives on middle class breasts.
The reddish howl of the globalist-echoing the fall.
Muffling the voices of we the feeble.
Hope bleeding out into the A hole of the Potomac.
Along the banks. clusters of pigs and clowns.
Green dripping from Saturn sized snouts.
Stomping their hooves- disrupting citizen heartbeats.
Everywhere you look. clusters of manic menace.
Void of substance.
Void of anything...really.
CLUSTERS
a retrospective
repurposed
in
colour
transformations
identified
& sampled
the
meticulous
punctuates
the
fascinating
variety
&scope
continuing
in
the
relished
lyrical
tradition
with
bewildering
narratives
&
excess
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
A splash of white paint
covers the morning landscape...
snow flakes clustering.
Clusters
on a raw damp winter day
a haircut
a cozy coffee place
with a special:
warm biscuits and gravy..
this cluster of morning
memories presented itself
on an afternoon walk
in a still chill day..
the remembered cluster
a coloring of present
awareness
embellished now by feet
pacing on a wet roadway..
remembering
perceiving
sensing
melting to knowing
and the Self
reveals...
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay,
Peonies, roses, and lilies delight
With hints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Their rich fragrance wafts on a summer day
Adorning the lane with dewed petals bright;
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
How these florets dance beneath morning’s ray
Like embroidered sheaths that waltz through the night,
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
I cuddle each one gently while bird-songs play
Of starlit tunes on a heavenly flight,
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
O peonies, lilies, roses so gay
This heart chooses you in a most blest rite;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Such joy you give, now my wedding bouquet
Through one lustrous moment, vows I recite
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
........................
6/20/2016
Broken Wings' Villanelle Me a Flower or Flowers
Syl count checked at howmanysyllables.com
sailing
free
building
clusters
of
sand
in the
desert
accretions
forestalling
time
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.