Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
we’ve not forgiven, if we’ve not embraced ~
we will suffer till ego is effaced
love's force, gusting, unbroken breeze, turned our Nazarite warrior
who'd wrestled lions, effaced the foe with a donkey's mandible
but his prime weakness was known after decoy lips blinded him
“The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.” — Dean Koontz
Inhaling quietude, I watch
glistening pearls swirling in twilight’s sky.
The silence deepens as winter softly creeps
into the night
beneath a canopy of sparkling stars
and the glow of a full pearlescent moon.
I fall into slumberland, knowing when I wake,
the gray barrenness of the land shall be effaced -
replaced by a velvet quilt of white
which winter so pristinely has laid down.
In the hollows of power’s grip,
where shadows twist the heart’s cry,
there—mights build thrones on backs bent,
where abuse wears the mask of guidance,
control, a cloak woven with the thread of fear.
Power thrives in silence, feeding on the unspoken.
Manipulation, subtle as the serpent’s whisper,
curls around dreams, tightening,
threats drip, venomous, eroding hope,
indifference, a cold moon, shuns the warmth
of a shared sun, selfishness seizes, tight-fisted,
squelching the laughter of the young, the joy of the old.
The beauty of a soul, effaced,
a canvas scrubbed too raw,
bearing the brutal strokes of unkindness—
yet, beneath this, a pulse, a flicker:
resilience, a defiance against the night,
rising, always rising, despite the crush of the dark.
100,000 years of nirvana
Experiencing the pain and sorrow in the land of mortals
Breaking the divine law.
Embracing the Empyrian heart
Why care so much on what is divine or mortal?
Dancing through the dreaming world of flowers
If the song is not to taste
and effaced the joy of the moonlit palace.
Simply change the sound of the magick
Anger and grief are hard to dissipate
Turning to the rivers, mountains and lakes
Smiling in the love sick trials of taiyin
How to find the eternal heart of Compassion?
A demon or an immortal?
how often can they be consumed
in the trials of the mortal heart song
Grieving with the sky
The Flowers bloom on the moonlit lake
And all around blood drips down
Where can we meet again?
This broken heart the heavens are jealous of.
The nine tribulations have been effaced
Life and death, I accept with grace.
One moment flies by in a hundred years
A second thought to missing the mortal trials.
The wishes of thousands falling on deaf ears.
Oh what it must be like to be the innocent in the dream lit world of the mortal sovereignty.
Instead of dealing with the world crushing weights of the 9 heavens and 188 hells.
How nice it must be to be a mortal filled with wonder.
Unlike my ageless cold immortal husk,
withering away in the cold heavens.
Its quest is over.
Life's. Wholesome-faced.
At this drop off point, a world's
Sea-washed. Effaced.
Shackled by which search, a slave's
Profitless, for coin
Proved it, toward more and more
Becoming joy-rich
Now breathing freer, will ditch
What for too long chafed
Of self deceit, to the winds.
Sharpest thought-cleansing
my brain has its own life,
its own conversations,
never-ending circumlocutions
this confabulation of memory
leaves me unsure of
the reality of my thoughts
is this a chemical misstep,
a minuscule of glutamate
misplaced or missing
or is it a mistake in my
biological majuscules,
an A or a G gone awry,
leaving mental havoc in its wake
or perhaps just a wiring mishap,
a failing to bridge synapses to
the branched flourishes of dendrites,
leaving me thirsty for truth,
a truth now conflated with errata
can the brain heal itself,
restore effaced letters
to historiated initials
or will it descend into darkness,
gradually ceasing its conversations,
forgetting all spelling,
and become a silent grey cage
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of morose mind now venturing your sky.
No matter your mood be sad or jolly,
Feel my ardent ardor and leave a sigh.
Once my love you eagerly embellished.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of my mangled mind now shattered, tarnished.
Leave a sigh for my heart, humble - holy.
My heart once showered by your love fully,
now effaced by you , my rue soaring high.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of splintered heart just yearning for your sigh.
Once on vibrant passion floating in dream.
My blood bubbled by your crave thoroughly.
Now amour in clamour, desires in scream.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy.
I see the flakes come tumbling from pale sky.
Grey barren earth below has been effaced.
The loveliness nobody can deny.
With dazzling snow this wonderland is graced.
In morning’s sheen, the frosted limbs of trees
are glittering, and all the land’s pristine.
I run outside and feel chill winter’s breeze
and breathe in air that now is crisp and clean.
Deep snow lies glistening upon my lawn.
Long icicles are hanging down like spears.
Vanished are the streets in the still of dawn,
but not for long! A snowplow soon appears.
Jan. 15, 2023 for 12 Lines Of Rhyme
For Julia Ward's Favourite Poem From January 2023 Or February 2023 Poetry Contest
From silken mists scarred stones give tongue
To canticles raised to twilit drear,
Of frolicked hours when seasons were young,
And Promise chastised every fear.
Once brightly smiled upon our days
The kindly sun of Life's beauteous womb,
The reaching hearts, our breathless gaze
Died not nor sleeps within this tomb,
But thunders soft from lips long stilled
No lonely dirge, nor dour 'plaint,
For 'neath these cold mounds Love's not stilled,
Nor slumbers lame with voiceless throat,
It whispers yet though rude encased,
E'en past Death's flowered moat
Too strong a song to be effaced...
Take me to the summit muse and create
in me, a fervor that no one can erase
Let me make a crucible of gold and date
what is everlasting and cannot be effaced
Spread the fire of passion across my heart
use me like you would a feather to the wind
immerse me in idea gently do your part
we are two binaries strongly twinned
Lead me to the poems with a gentle hand
allow it to be so for my soul must be free
I have seen it written in the Golden sand
by the hand of God, who has created me
Take me to the fire with a steady love
I know your mine, cuz you fit me like a glove.
Dec 14 2022
Example for my contest
MUSINGS
synthesis
of
fearful
intensity
original
instinctive
&
otherworldly
curiosity
agitates
intimacy
&
then effaced
by
the exotic
elaborate
in little
glimpses
particularly
so
modest
yet absolutes
&
engrossing
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
I breathe in quietude and face a welcome tranquil scene.
A beautiful secluded place
greets my eyes with iridescent sheen
beneath a wintry sky serene.
Here along this country lane, diamond flecks have interlaced
and softly fallen on terrain.
The dull and barren land has been effaced;
by dazzling snow my world is graced.
The air is fresh and crisp and clean. Enchantment rules the day!
Winter, when you are pristine
and when grey clouds have fled away. . .
I welcome you to stay.
Jan. 14, 2022
For M. L. Kiser's Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
For Brian Strand's Your Choice 2022 Poetry Contest
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