Blooms that I see today fade the next day.
Green leaves turn yellow. They dwindle and fall.
Fruits that are ripe fruitlessly find decay.
Nature stands alert to an unknown call.
Flora and fauna seem non-existent.
Curiously, creatures here cogitate.
Nature, amidst deaths, stays resilient.
Every being confronts the games of fate.
I search for the meaning of my existence.
What's the purpose of my life here on earth?
Between body and soul, there's a resistance.
Will there be, after this life, a rebirth?
Where, when all is said and done, will I go?
Like dried leaves with the wind, will my soul flow?
Blooms that I see today fade the next day.
Green leaves turn yellow. They dwindle and fall.
Fruits that are ripe fruitlessly find decay.
Nature stands alert to an unknown call.
The flora and fauna feel paranoid.
Curiously, creatures here cogitate.
By expirations, nature is annoyed.
Every being confronts the games of fate.
I search for the sense of my existence.
What's the purpose of my life here on earth?
Against aches, I've my innate resistance.
Will there be, after this life, a rebirth?
Where, when all is said and done, will I go?
Like dried leaves, with the wind, will my soul flow?
Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.
Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.
~ Cogito, ergo sum. ~
I cogitate ere
I go to
Wherever I am
That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness
The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness
The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless
That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shallowness
All came to a standstill like a train on a halt.
I felt something stopping my voluntary vault.
'Take it easy'—I heard the inner self prompting.
'There's a need for reciprocating and bonding.
Perfectionism has high streams of expectations.
Thoughtlessness fills and fixes all fluctuations.
Critical, unrealistic ruthless morals
Leads to my depression, unmet goals, and laurels.
Fear, failure, procrastination, low self-esteem
Nullity and nothingness enter a clear stream.
Like a wounded dove amidst vultures, I suffer.
The environmental zeitgeist turns stone tougher.
I should be calm, cool, and consciously cogitate.
To follow out, I must mindfully meditate.
Thus, like a serene, solemn stream searching the sea
I plunged into the hunt for my lost true 'me.
Shedding that glittering gift-paper-wrapped spirit
And securing a supple self to my merit
This change of mind has now taken on newer roots.
In my thoughts, words, and deeds, bringing abundant fruits
his day is almost done.
a tranquil getaway,
yet still at home.
his solitude
couldn't be more divine.
a rooftop repose;
his perfect place
to cogitate, to commune
with ghosts of the past.
it's where
he watches the infinite stars;
ever so visible at twilight.
it's where
he looks at the vast sky.
the flight of birds from there,
so captivating.
the whirring zephyr on his skin,
the rustling of trees
so crisp;
nectar from the gods.
daily hustle and bustle
muted at dawn.
up on the rooftop
everything is amplified.
a most welcome respite;
his cloud nine.
Writing Challenge - V words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Vast
Date written: 04/21/2023
Acquaintance
harmonize
praise
optimize
&aspire
serenity
convey
bestow
believe
&bolster
perceive
perform
poise
persuade
&persevere
aplomb
support
sensation
nurture
&cuddle
magnify
maintain
manage
mediate
&motivate
cogitate
handle
heave
hoist
&hone
select
alternative
celebrate
compete
&connect
vanquish
reconcile
venerate
graciously
&vouchsafe
chivalrously
weave
weep
whisper
&withstand
unbuckle
reveal
understand
to untangle
&utterly
1st place contest winner
Written: March 08, 2023
Strand Premier No 1096 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Adonai authors all,
anticipates all,
altruistically acts,
accomodating* acrimonious aliens,
allowing adoptive access.
Beloved bestows blessing,
begetting bliss,
birthing born-again believers.
Creator conveys
captivating covenental communiques;
creatures cogitate,
construct creedal confessions.
Divine drama,
documented,
drives doctrine,
develops delighted disciples
drinking deeply,
delivering doxologies.
* in the sense of reconciling
HOME, HEARTS,AND SEAGULLS
Home to the heart of me
Never in violins, never in clouds
But always in smoky blue skies
Above seas spinning white waves of foam
Sunsets never let me down
Evenings always bring me peace
Moonlight and pagodas rest my eyes
Home nearer to the heart of me
Sincerity differentiates lovers' hearts from fools
Not for everybody but those who cogitate life’s beneficence
Home, hearts, seagulls and summer breezes
Are things that bring home closer to my heart
Never deny the heart is where home is.
waiting
milky Way
eyes
riding
shooting star
choosing
hallucinations
tumbled
from modicum
heart
scattering
under light
&blood red moon
grasped?
defying
lookup
remember
stars are
lost dreams
&gazing
back
at you
yet
mourns
each stolen
soul
crying
muted
again never
cogitate on
dawn
nor
sun lentigines
expectations
enters two
shades:
torment
&fear
black
for isolation
red
for blood
&Intoxication
Written: Sep 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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
Depletion of interchanges and expressions of information thru verbal networking is it the key? Misconceived and lacks freedom of one's expression in many ways of involving oneself often misconceived through speeches,
feelings, ideas and opinions, language barriers. Cogitate on the past, consider the
present and meditate on the future, Without
verbal communication one wouldn't function as thinking beings.
Several years ago today
They reckoned me unbefitting for their ears
Per the yardstick of the day
Their percipience was disparaging
But still I rose
By their clairvoyance I was infecund
Plainly no reason to cogitate about me
For they could not glimpse any merit in me
Fate was for me to be unremembered
But still I rose
Like a seed that sprouts and becomes a big tree
I rose
Like a prolific plant that bears great fruits
I rose
Now with relish they can eat my fruits
And realize the mistake that they did
For in spite of all that, I rose.
As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming joy and shouts in the void;
Thinking of plans shelved, dreams deferred,
Tears of rejoice and bawl of lonesome cries,
Past of dawns darkening on nebulous skies,
Cheerful episodes evoking days of sunshine
Ambivalent in discourse of seasons gone by;
Distraught in endeavors strived, but failed,
Overjoyed in laudable, worthy achievements,
Saddened by the hollering of indelible regrets
Callously crowding the path of my ambitions
On avenues not taken, of choices forsaken,
Competing for space in the mirror of my life;
As memories euphoric verbalize photographs,
And stories euphonic stoke cherished laughs,
And celebrations clap the sound of applause,
Endearingly revered and treasured lifelong,
Where, as I cogitate, recalling a life sublime,
Man in the mirror smiles, content with his life.
May 7, 2022
Placed 3rd: In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...
These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...
Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather and store;
Within embellished crystal-case,
As though pearls of heavenly grace;
On them, I cogitate...
Assortments of precious gem stones,
Amassing from galaxy zones;
I claw-set into lovely styles,
Like million luminary smiles;
On them, I contemplate...
21 April 2022
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