Sing to the stars a sonorous song,
Bring them out of their hiding,
Let them adorn the night sheet,
Summon the stars to dispel melancholy forlorn hearts meet.
Where are the embellishments of the sky?
Why is the sky left bare with no beauty to stare?
The night sorrows for its lamps,
Plain darkness holds sway and clamps.
The watchers are without a guide,
The sages are without a door,
The sky bleeds for unsown seeds,
The meadows are troubled by recalcitrant weeds.
Seduce the stars without a script,
Let your song echo in the night,
Then the stars will emerge with full light,
And the night will spill out its mysteries.
August 8, 2026.
ASPIRATIONS
intuitive
observations
&moods
rendering
conceptions
&stimuli
with
insistent
interpretative
hints
in
contrasting
frissons
of
the subliminal
reflections
tinged
with
audacious
appeal
sheer
brilliance
of
anecdotal
embellishments
in
conventional
colouring
convincingly
reproduced
anticipation
of
the
evolutionary
essence
of
aesthetic
connections
what he says you have to try and swallow with a dump truck load of salt
sure, his colorful stories seem credible, plausible, some even probable
But I know him better than most of you, I am his relative.
His embellishments and entertaining exaggerations could appear
on Faux News.
For what he has to say teeters between alternative facts, tall tales and lies.
Lavender Heart lived up to her name
Her veins were full of jewels and gems
Topaz, turquoise, pearls, and other such embellishments
Her skin was embroidered, prettier than her crown
easy-going eccentric electric Eddie Edward
eagerly evolved, earnestly earning earthy eclectic
elixirs, executing exaggerated embellishments,
emotionalizing enchanting encyclopedic endorsements,
epitomizing enlightened entanglements, enticing envious emotions.
Money and mundane mammon have been our constant comfort.
Elegance and embellishments have been our companions.
Towards luxuries was the focus of all our efforts.
As though atheists, do we care for saintly opinions?
Attachment is clutching us in its crude crocodile hold.
Though, in truth, like parrot emeralds, aren’t we in gold cages?
We want to sing aloud and fly around, but we’re controlled.
It seems as though our enslavement will last for endless ages.
Shouldn’t our souls gain freedom and attain eternal bliss?
Shouldn’t our beings integrate with the Supreme Being?
Contemplation and good deeds could we, hence, afford to miss?
Could our eyes ever sleep without his hope guaranteeing?
From unconsciousness to consciousness, our souls should advance.
Isn’t our existence here on earth a mere transhumance?
I stand and stare at the empty branches,
stripped now of all the regalia of Christmas,
naked and sadly alone in my gaze
like the gray day beyond every window.
All the celebrations have been swept to yesterday
like prom decor, bridal rose petals and
melted birthday candles.
The quiet haunts every New Year's day -
no more parties to smother apprehensions,
just sober reality, but, unlike crepe paper
embellishments, aisle runners and cake crumbs,
the tree trimmings will await an encore in
eleven months once more - one more time
one more time ...
Gifts love-packed
Glass-balls gleam around
Plastic-bells compact
Move to and fro without sound
Amidst wreaths, and nutcrackers
Wool-stuffed Santa Claus
Waves his hands like backpackers
Gives a smiling solemn silent pose
Stockings and reindeers
Occupy their spaces as though it's their right
Snowmen on snowglobes with no fears
Mock at the Gnome that resembles a skeleton knight
Nativity Figures and Sets change the zeitgeist
Cardinals, finches, and redpolls rhythm-set
All cumulate their concentration on Christ
Has Emmanuel, in the hearts of humanity, been born yet…?
Ears
Earrings are just embellishments
Ear on my left and rights
Earns the true credits
Easy to hear the chimps and deer'swith with them
Earth is open to me by them
Earls songs melodies because of ears
Elders best advice is priceless with them ...
She
relish
The coming
Of November,
Her embellishments
Scattered around her feet
In rotting putrid decay.
Yet the old tree shivers naked
Meanwhile the common crow’s nest exposed.
Entered A November Nonet Poetry contest
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 11/11/2022
Scarred hands,
Titanium heart,
Dutiful hands,
Unrelenting pursuit.
They were her joy,
Embellishments in her night sky,
Budding flowers in her garden,
Music in her midnight moments.
As they slept,
She looked at them with tear-filled eyes,
She thanked God for giving
them as gifts to add colour and spice to her life.
Each day stood before her as a portrait,
She painted what she wanted to see,
Hope aided her brush strokes,
Perseverance added the salient details.
Autumn was her favourite season,
It opened the door for her muse,
She emptied her thoughts in lines and stanzas,
She sang as they raked leaves.
She smiled as she breathed her last,
They stood around her,
Tears streamed down their eyes,
She had steered her boat valiantly.
November 9, 2022.
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
IDIOSYNCRACY
a childlike
relish
playful&dramatic
hopes
remarkable&
revealing
deliberate
in tone
recalling a refuge
containing
matterings
of embellishments
as
expressiveness
is sealed
a
respectable
bright
&sparkling
reminder
a processs
so very crucial
evesdropping
on
posterity
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
since the thirties musicians
have improvised while
playing traditional tunes
they've changed the tempo
rearranged the notes
added some embellishments
made runs and flourishes
generally rewrote the tunes
and created a new form of music
it caused listeners to snap
their fingers and tap their toes
and they called it jazz
jazz changed the way people
thought about music
the music changed
the way people thought
they no longer just sat and listened
they became part of the music
the music became part of them
I heard it in my cradle
I grew up with it
grew to love it
and still listen to
all that jazz
Copyright ©2008 Don Tyson
Fresh blossoms of trees and shrubs
Tender blooms of vine creepers
Meek buds developing into flowers
Glistening leaves’ swaying whispers
Glorious displays of emerald runners
Liberal scatterings of dynamic colors
Soft touches of crisp gusts
Reflective bouquets of dreamy fragrance
Enthusiastic cheeps of song birds
Mother Nature’s embellishments of spring air
Jewels of the night sky,
Embellishments from afar,
They adorn the sky.
March 2, 2022.
Bite Size Poem no. 38 Poetry Contest
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