childlike spontaneity and pure intent
as innate propensity of our soul
in judging poetry contests
where focus is upon
a line of inquiry
seeks an ethereal scent
made alive by words symbolic
cajoling presence to imbibe the fragrance
assimilated in stillness by the mind of our heart
as renowned masteroes electrify the stage
with flawless renderings of their music
an almost imperceptible subtle note
possesses the fabric of our soul
playing as a healing refrain
which is what grips our attention
compellingly as a wave form magical
conjuring in toroidal heart a smokeless fire
exerting upon mind full potency of magnetism
I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry
calls your name, feeling your
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos,
diffused magnetically, once
a vagrant in a haze of miasmic
vapors—wildered and exposed—
you unshackled me from
this purgatory;
inversely immersing me in
your sphere of solace, and
blooming artistry,
lulling the vast polarities
splintering each layer of my veracity.
I dream poetry,
for your love drizzles
burgeoning constellations, amid
rosette sepals galvanizing my
orphic nuclei, with
every spark we sigh,
tethered to the infinite composition
of our unwavering love compellingly,
beyond heaven and earth,
devoted to you—
your fallen star; no longer silent, circling
nocturne arias entwining our destiny.
DECODING THE MESSAGE
a gentle
& tasteful
critique
with
an ongoing
preoccupatation
with
figuration
a change
in
direction
a collaboration
initiated
by
memorabilia
of emerging
improvisation
a series
concentrating
on fragments
of imagery
from
the unexpectedly
& overt
underlying
currently
unscripted
this non-stop
this
churn
now long long
forgotten &
discounted ten
yet a
prized
improvisation
of the
intuitive
approach
to a
creativity
but
so
compellingly
strange
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
Succumbing to the allure of lust,
she sought seduction through betrayal.
And acquiesced to her base desires;
in love's realistic portrayal.
Sowed deep within her flirtatious heart,
infidelity's seed got planted.
And nurtured by hope's expectations:
happiness: was taken for granted.
Shunned by all, in an uncaring world,
her reality: overrode theirs.
And with too many sins to forgive,
just gave up on God and her prayers.
A victim of her low self-esteem,
she's cried enough tears to fill oceans.
Thinking that only death can provide
sanctuary from her emotions.
Oblivion calls compellingly;
from the fragmented fringes of pain.
And beset by thoughts of suicide,
she questions if she's going insane.
Thy wart-encrusted maw compellingly
constitutes a convalescant contrast
of pulchritude, most evident in earnest
and effervescent cockcrow light,
a visage matched by the craven beige
mundanity of oneself's soiled linens
which thou art so unpleasingly
plastered against, decumbent
and dishabille
the illusion of chivalry
persists into mid-morning, slightly
ante-bruncheon, climaxing
with a most unpunctilious proclamation:
Thou droning whoreson baggage!
Weightless, within a sea of black,
ebony hugs your every curve.
And yet, you sense you're not alone,
for someone calls compellingly.
A portal appears in the pitch,
as shafts of light dispel the dark.
And like a Goddess, you glow in
an aura of shimmering light.
Color, dripping drops of crimson,
leaves a copper taste on your tongue.
And secluded in the shadows,
fear flickers in and out of view.
Fingers caress body and soul,
not as a man might stroke a pet.
But like an intimate lover,
arousing passion with his touch.
Hidden behind a shield of dreams,
every night, you are returned home.
And you awaken, unaware
that alien abductions are real.
(Blank Verse)
5/5/2013
Equipped with wings too frail to fly
Or so it seems to such as I
He settles on the best.
Soundlessly, compellingly shy.
Inspecting low, rejecting high,
Finds perfect place to rest.
"Tis only man who needs a map
From a computer on his lap,
To find his unmarked way.
The fly has his instincts to tap,
To lead him to the sweetest sap
For a productive stay.
4/18/2012
The delicacy of the bright blue witch bestows above us.
Calm with the breeze of warmth,
Does gently kiss your cheeks in a sense of harmony
Come take the journey of enlightenment
For life is just normal without something
to take us in its grasp
Do as not intended by others.
But follow your heart and not the concepts made by those.
Do compellingly complete the task by the passion you have or shall soon be given
To be normal is to think as those.
To be normal is to take orders, not to follow whats right
Bring the world to its knees and you will be in control and
you will be ........ Different
Being compellingly formidable..
requires a character more invicible!
Entered in Brian Strand's Motto ( Monoku ) contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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