Bound to notepad page
Mind locked in a cage
Margins rule insight
Cropping left and right
Bias frames the view
Cutting truth askew
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Ella Dit......Capture
finding something reavant
sorta elegant
something worth mentioning
something just to say
stumbling over my words
haven't you heard
or is it just something to say
Il Dil.....Castling
Don't you care that I love you
Most certainty I do
this aint no clever conversation
every word is true
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Valiais and Sion
sang at The Blatten Glacier
and played a game of chess
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inertial confinement
effords greater then whats spent
monitization
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underlying concepts and assumptions
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From scorching heat come if cool spells of rain,
Lotus allures, let it from mud arise,
If joy gets born from deepest pits of pain,
Sorrows are sent to size us, make us wise.
It’s strange if pleasure comes shorn of challenge,
If road ahead is straight and smoothly laid,
If life always shows bright hues of orange,
Bewitching, every beauty spot is made,
Every bed’s laid with roses, life sans plight,
Thorns on rose plants are consigned to exile,
Black is banished and life's not but delight,
Won’t such painless pleasures make life sterile?
Crib not my Mind, if problems keep cropping,
Thank thyself, strife whets dull wit from rusting.
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Sonnet |03.04.11, revised Nov 2024| life, strife
in soft outline
strokes
whorls&
stains
cropping close
piercing black
upright
&
informal
imaginary &surprising
ambiguous
perhaps
an allusion
something from
nothing
refined
evocations
of
minimalist
tracery
TELL ME HOW YOU LOVE ME
Tell me how you love me, she begged
By writing some poetry.
But don’t use the opening letter.
Just use from Bee through to Zee.
I could never resist those ch ...oh no!
It includes the forbidden letter.
I’ll need to find some synonyms
To see it there’s something better.
But the problem keeps recurring
In every other line.
The letter just keeps cropping up,
Just when I think it’s fine.
I’ve tried to complete this poem
But I’ve found it much too tough.
So I’ve come to this conclusion;
I just don’t love you enough.
They want to invent a game that uses
four teams drones, manuel wheel barrows
boulders .
teams who work from one end
a lengthy area (feild or Lot)
with objectives and rules.
drones to delver (simulations)
the project hasn't been worked out and
the people
who are needed in creation
need to structure the level
where what's needed to make
it an athletics and challenge.
the challenge may include....
the challenge cannot include
the length of area
the duration of challenges
the inclusion
level scoring
and terms and agreements
need consideration and
Good yeilds
double cropping
Drone usage level
get the persons name
and inteview styles
Staccato andFocusing on what's
The reverbing for promotion
Who sings in the night
to stand proud in
there challenge
to contend and become
champion
a champion above all
to stand above the Line
Not a wood yet, just sapling trees
with the circle of friends around,
mostly plots still unfilled but here
and there a freshly turned mound.
And it’s here she rests
where she asked to be
under wide open skies
and the shade of a tree.
And it is such a peaceful place,
a pleasant walk
when I visit every week and
just sit and talk.
There is a small herd of deer
that I’ve never ever seen
but by their hoof mark tracks
I can see where they’ve been.
They graze on the roses
cropping them low
but the roses fight back
and in time will grow.
In this pleasant place I sit
and think of my wife,
all the good times together
in our long married life.
I know in my heart her going
was for her a kind of release:
in this not yet wood with the deer
and sapling trees I leave her at peace
Okay I promise not to write about age again
Seems I've beaten the subject to “death”
There's that word again it keeps cropping up
It will stop creeping up before you know it though
And I will find it quite difficult to breathe
I won't be aware then the lights go out
And then nothing...
So what will I call this state of being
A transitional state on my way to the top floor
ETCHINGS
strokes
whorls&
stains
cropping
close
to the
frontal
plane
intense
insistent
strange
piercing black
beneath
anguish
in isolation
calm
upright
&
unaltered
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
Speech
Free speech,
is the power of one person,
to say, anything they like,
to have an opinion,
and to have it heard,
even if it is bad,
even if it is good,
it is the same.
Every person has a voice,
some speak to much,
some can not speak at all.
The difference,
the price of freedom...
fairly distributed among
the rich, the weak,
the poor,
the downtrodden.
The censored media,
cropping off the parts...
they do not care to address,
in favor of the ploys
they created
to make us believe,
what is not real
anywhere.
Critical thinking...
has been leashed,
and tied to a fire hydrant
in the public square.
He, or it...
is beaten daily,
to make sure
there is no life left
at all,
to fight.
Believe,
be still,
be silent...
Do as you are told.
You will not grow old,
as there are too many
of you.
There is not enough room for us,
those that know where the
food is kept,
underground in caves,
in the north,
in the south,
in the east,
and in the west.
Go hungry,
and starve.
It does not matter,
who...
you
are.
Cup of love
I create you
And consume you
Every day
Froth you
Grind you
Tamp you down
Extract all there is
From your little bean
Then I
Pour it into your frothy foam
And that first sip of heavenly you
Makes me love life
Yesterday I noticed
Your heart rose to the surface
After my first morning kiss
And I took a picture to show the world
Someone loves me
But as I was cropping and zooming
I noticed what I thought was a black hair
Running over your rim
Gross
Not mine
(like the ones left
on my pillow).
On further inspection
I realized it wasn't a remnant
Of... bittersweet
But you were cracked
From top to bottom
Broken
Broken thing
Can only broken things
Love me?
No, they can
Ans they do
To hold a butterfly and
Not hurt its wings
So delicate
I can't hold you closely
Even when you're so
Feathery soft
You tickle my heart
Fly--fly away--love
Before I break you
Or waste your magic dust
On anything that could drag you down
Like this cup that loves me
That I'm sure I broke in some
Clumsy manner
And never knew
Until it fell apart in my hands
Fly-fly away-love
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-o-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure
What do you suppose a star eats for breakfast?
I have always thought that Cheerios make perfect sense
but then again, they must get the flickering just right
I hear a healthy heart is not ideal for bouts of irregular motion
At any rate a breakfast cereal would be in order
there is no shortage of milk in space
as any child could remind you that certain bovines
have a proclivity for hurdling the moon
Nevertheless the question stands
without reasonable means to ascertain an answer
Manages to stir the side of me that
clings to a line of poetry
debates the proper way to walk
listens to the protests of plants cropping up through the cracks in cement
And dares to wonder then
what stars might eat for lunch
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-a-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure
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