The shivered ,broken
stream spills over a hued
dreamfulness.
The scarlet woven
carnation is beautified
with a shining diamond.
The enriched rainbow is a redolent,
odorous rose.
The unerring, genuine
chrysanthemum like
a dreamful sun.
The jewellike, gemmed greenery
radiates from a sublime
fervent sunflower.
Ceaseless blissfulness
pours in a still river.
An unassuming, meek.
pathway is like a brave
course.
The pebbled violet dancing
in the
forested rainbow.
The everlasting,
eternal light surpasses
the dreamful serenity ,
The unruffled unrelenting Hill
gaze at a melodic ,flowery sunrise.
.
ideal love is like a flourished, dreamful sunrise,
Distant world
Imagimated a world, but it does not exist, its being is an unknown galaxy in space
But a mind feels it, perceives this great and perfectly dreamful life, the new hearty life
Yes, but the way there is unknown, no spacecraft or any object that can take there
But I want to go there, find my dreams there, that world is a different existence, yeah
Dream-perfect, dreamlife is the reality, there is no mental-spiritual limitation; pure life
Pure visions and imaginations, all of them come from my heart, soul, and emotions
‘You can go there anytime, my dear student.’ Said the Satan. ‘ Just come into my heart,
and the way is open for you to get there, you get there on the Opal Light Amber road,
don’t go off it.’ He said and warned me. I followed his instructions and started a new life.
Dreams, dreams, dreams…
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming…
Live the life, living my life…
Realized dreams…
‘Enjoy your new life.’ Said Satan.
‘Goodbye, my passing life!’ Came my answer.
The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed
by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long
to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of sucking indignation.
Siphoned into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a pathway of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my affable heart,
not yet frozen passive in the prolonged winter of desolation.
The spring of longing came with fragrance of fervor,
floated on the dreamful wings of fleeting emotive time
across the flush of my floral heart where you had flittered
like a butterfly creating the cadence of chromatic symphony.
The concert of the mesmeric music of my yearning,
refrained the rhythm of concealed current called love,
that rolled between you and me to interweave us forever,
as engrossed emotions danced with the ripples of rhapsody.
In the cooling from a burning August day,
I was hushed in the darkness,
before I ventured to fancy-
above my screen window was her-
a looming blood moon.
Of the world's woes she bled,
as shooting stars arced in a freedom
that time cannot capture.
In those precious hours I yearned for
a dreamful sleep.
Yet the mischievous schemes of
wily ghosts delayed my slumber's
imaginings.
As I bade them to leave, the blood moon,
the very orb of crimson mysteries,
rose to her sorrowful heights.
Ascending to the highest thrones of
the singing saints,
is the sacredness of Heaven's
untroubled realm.
Here is the Steadfast One,
O Christ,
Who weeps in the Goodness of
His Light.
He's so weary of humankind's
wretched wars and violence.
The wounded blood moon bids
to console Him,
but the wars rage on and on. ~
*Image Raptured in Heaven by Pint.
Raptured in Heaven
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Those who have mourned, the meek, and merciful,
Answers to who holds the key to unlock,
Plus, hungry and thirsty righteous dreamful.
Newness befalls refreshed innocent breathes,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
True turtledoves hail friendly laurel wreathes,
Harmonious life will be a cakewalk.
It is Grace who's at your door, comes a knock,
Your soul chronicled in the Book of Life,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Preparations made for your afterlife.
Prayers gifts comfort, freed from the abyss,
Your salvation resources round-the-clock,
He kept His promise--everlasting bliss,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock.
2023 February 02
*10th Place*
YOUR OPTION
~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 February 06
The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my jagged life that tried so long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frozen in the prolonged winter of despair.
The spring of yearning came with fragrance of fervor,
drifting on the dreamful wings of the sensuous time,
from the flowers of my blooming heart where you flew
like a butterfly creating cadence of surreal symphony.
Harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing,
enthralled emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever,
consecrated the concept of concealed craving called love.
You let it bloom with the floral design of fervent desire,
the patina of silky petals would shine till the end of time.
____________________
September 3, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
If you feel shy
come into my
dreamful sky,
Why do you feel shy, why?
If you feel love
come into my
thirsty heart,
Why do you feel love, why?
If you feel emotions
come into play
with me tonight,
Why do you feel emotions, why?
If you feel alone
come into my
flowerbed room,
Why do you feel alone, why?
If you feel bored
come into my
cheerful parlor,
Why do you feel bored, why?
If you feel worried
come into my
fearless world,
Why do you feel worried, why?
If you feel tired
come into my
powerful arms,
Why do you feel tired, why?
If you feel homeless
come into my
amiable house,
Why do you feel homeless, why?
If you feel hurt
come into my
motivational place,
Why do you feel hurt, why?
Truly, if you feel me
then will you come into my
lovely happy life!
Why do you feel me a lot, why?
His prayer...
He will hear
He has held me dear
He held me dear without a fear
That will give us cheer
Wondrous as ever
He drowns out fear
Don’t say whatever
Let’s hold us near
Hopefulness and helpfulness
Distress and dreamful dutifulness
Will disappear in happiness
Excess excellence will be in progress
Reduce me to radiant shine tonight
Give me a daydreamer’s might...
Holy Spirit is holding us in fearlessness
Freedom and faith loves us regardless
Fret won’t get us into debt
It’s ok to get upset...upset...
I don’t want to be filled with regret
Anymore...anymore...anymore...
I’m going under...under...
Beneath the lies asunder
Let’s put our love in a blender
I don’t mean to be an offender
We are a perfect pair
Life just gets so unfair
You want one thing,
Then you change your mind and everything
We need a break from each other
Like a son and a mother,
Getting sick of one another
But, yet abundant love and protection is needed
The glory of God is oh so exhilarating
I am sick of hating and sick of debating
At the end of the long and tiresome day,
before I hit the sack for the dreamful night,
after I finish all my work without much delay,
I go to see my old friend in the moonlight.
Before I hit the sack for the dreamful night,
I saunter to the stable not very far away.
I go to see my old friend in the moonlight,
hug the brown stallion to whom goodnight I say.
.
I saunter to the stable not very far away,
brush his satin face with my fur gray and white,
hug the brown stallion to whom goodnight I say.
I get saturated with sense of intense feline delight.
Brush his satin face with my fur gray and white,
after I finish all my work without much delay.
I get saturated with sense of intense feline delight,
at the end of the long and tiresome day.
May 1, 2020
GIF No. 2
Contest : Pantoum Rhyme-Personification
Sponsor : Eve Roper
At sunrise I sailed on river called youth,
meandered to search for lonely life's truth.
You came on board holding my hands firmly,
through storm surge we navigated sternly.
At dreamful dawn when sky donned sunburst hue,
love weaved in heart spectral tapestry new.
The river will flow to the senile sea,
where the sunset splendor we’ll wait to see.
At journeys end I’ll give my last flower,
you’ll see its tinged smile in the twilight hour.
May 1, 2020
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked on RhymZone.com
Contest : Couplet-Any Theme, Any Length
Sponsor : Dear Heart
We Must Imbibe
We are such creatures, that in the mornings of our fixated lives,
We seek out the substance of smells, the realization of tastes,
Because we must imbibe, must partake in the salty offerings of Hestia,
For it is the need of distant atoms, invisible to our eyes as it should be,
That we all move forward using trusty appendages which begin to creak,
When latter days manifest the trying times of navigation with old legs.
I used to walk the old avenues under shady trees as a dreamful boy,
Always wondering if life gets better later on, and it did, I must say,
But only after offering up my life and teeth to a service of others,
Did life and its tendencies begin to connect in wonderfully predestined ways.
My eyes close and suddenly I am alone
With you in a beautiful dream.
I can't wake up because I want to stay
In this moment with you.
Feeling your lips pressed against mine
Feeling our bodies entwine
Becoming one.
Lost in every inch of a dreamful pleasure words just can't explain.
Wrapped up in your arms my heart is heavy.
Because when morning comes the dream is over.
The wine is working
Unpromising and slowly serving it’s purpose
It’s like to almost be keen
A desirable poison for better or worse
How much more will it take?
Forever amusing to never know
I can feel olden emotions newly awake
For that tomorrow to nevermore show
As I learn to love wine…
As I start to hate all else
No more is the measurement of life to find
Evermore is the growing embodiment of oneself
I can but will not control yet
The rise and fall of my self indulgence
I will but cannot yet make
The realities of dreamful moments
I am loving the toxic nature
If it’s harmful… I wouldn’t stop
I am my mind’s wining departure
Serving my life who I am not
……………………..
Genre: Self
Song: Farrucae
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