Closing my eyes I pull the lever
With little much ado.
Turning the head of any cynical non-believer
Of this magical, misty hue.
Droplets land like paratroopers
Scattered from the sky
The ultimate odorous partypoopers -
The Nasals ally.
They capture and detain
Attempting to entrench
Inflicting no pain but plenty of strain
Rupturing the spleen of stench.
All of the sudden the pleasant aroma of must,
Of pets, of winds a-breaking
Vanish without a trace by the airy eerie dust
Of Fabreze Spring Awakening!
Ten long years in jail for petty theft at a bus stop,
While leaders steal in billions with a wrist-slap.
A man wore the hangman’s noose for armed robbery,
Yet a governor earned honours for a pen robbery.
Citizens bled by taxes to please Bretton Woods,
Loans secured not for growth but to fatten pockets.
When the people protest, police scatter them with contempt,
And soldiers fire bullets to silence their voices.
Black ink scrawls draconian laws on tyrant’s tables,
Threats and punishments stitched to entrench their power.
But such laws befriend only ephemerality,
Before the masses seize the reins of their rulers’ reign.
Mass anger drove Rajapaksa out of Sri Lanka,
Gen Z rose in Nepal against a media ban.
Burkina Faso’s streets toppled Compaoré,
And Egypt’s squares forced Mubarak to resign.
The people’s voice will always drown draconian laws;
Chains that glitter at first soon corrode into rust.
The rulers may feast while the nation starves in silence,
But shackles will break—the storm leaves none untouched.
Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide a nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life
Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal
inside this magic hour you will find, the breath of life
Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings, allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..
Potpourri..
If
You take a position
There arises a character
In a fable
Already complete...
A story
"Seen" as a story
May be a ticket
To the freedom
To enjoy all stories...
Appearance
The word which
May reveal
Separation as
Appearance...
What seems missing
Begins the story of
Laboring intensely
To find nothing
Which is never
Missing...
The brain story
With scientific precision
May seems to entrench
Separation's story...
Bug-free surroundings are most possible,
but not this repulsive, disgusting beast.
The so-called, Corpse Flower, how shockable,
repulsive, disgusting, and to the least
of it said, gives off such a horrid stench,
unbearable, odoriferous--mesh
vibrant acts that the breed needs to entrench
pollinators to the scent of dead flesh.
Twill bloom as the largest inflorescence,
a total flower stems, stalks, bracts, and bloom.
Twill blossom once every seven years. Once
pollination impacts, ensure its doom.
Tis their way to everlasting, The Corpse
Flower blooms heaven in seventh-year warps.
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench,
Bottomless curls, furls, swirls, and whirlpools of thoughts and feelings;
Thoughts go deeper than the Challenger Deep that does entrench -
Designs and adorns the inner core of the earth's ceilings...!
The depth of the heart is deeper than the deepest depths, vast,
I do not mean the biological heart, that's flesh, weak;
My heart is a poetic, romantic creative art,
That incorporates the universe that does volumes speak...!
Sunda Deep of the Java Trench is very deep as well,
Could anyone measure the true depths of a conscious mind?
Thoughts take pleasure in the central core of Hades to dwell,
Frenzy passion wants, with the deepest of worlds, to be twined...!
Depth of thoughts and feelings and words and verses should prevail,
They should tell the world, each day, many a liberty tale...!!!
CONFIGURATIONS
excitment
in gestural
figurative
emotive
motifs
highlighted
moments
becoming
reasons
&
influences
of
existential
purposets
incorporating
themes
taking stock
events
in
polar
opposites
to ruminate
over
&
acknowledge
imagination
uncover
see
&remember
so
open
& free
a
collaborative
harmony
as a
starting point
punctuate
&
entrench
a
recurring
optical
effect
of
an
unknown
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
Recriminations take the backstage,
Angry words pushed down the drain,
Hate speeches take the exit door,
Let not my words be misconstrued,
Ask for me to throw more light on dark areas,
I might have stepped on your toes,
I ask to be pardoned,
I was only expressing my feelings.
Let’s come together,
Let love flow without pretence,
Let’s speak the truth in love,
Let’s make room for one another besides,
Weave a web of true fellowship around,
Entrench brotherliness
despite the barriers that abound,
It’s a world of complexities and perplexities,
We have to row against the tide,
It’s a place deeper than we can view,
Let’s maintain our balance
as the unexpected unfolds.
Like colours,
We can complement one another,
Let’s weave our fabric
together and make a colourful piece,
Let’s integrate our cultures,
Foster a home for all,
Our ideas pooled together
to surmount any problem,
No weapon of mass destruction,
No test run for its escape flight.
April 8, 2022.
He that trod upon subservient Europe
with the imperial guards' fighting prowess,
did himself and his heartthrob the empress,
entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup.
He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains,
and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands,
sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight.
He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains,
and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished lands.
But was banished for good from France's sight
after a stunning loss on Belgium's plains.
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
Life is a blessing
Filled with outstanding lesson
But not everyone admires its caressing Especially the one that are lessen
Life teaches you not to bow to consolation
Because there is always another chance
To rise more determined to the occasion
As congratulations prepares your romance
Life when it seems vulnerable
There are two S's at the corner
Success or Suicide is admirable
Outcome depends the one you treat as foreigner
Life frightens to bring you nigh
Life freezes and kisses may be cajoled
You must be wrong to be strong on high
You need be bold not to be scold
Life is a puzzle
Rich in unfathomable riddle
Clouded in mysteries
That birthed wonderful memories
Life is the unspeakable truth
If you really want to be you
It is wise to make hay in your youth
And enjoy the change as time flew
Life lies in lies covered by facts
Waiting to be unearth by our acts
Just as the brain is believed to be
You select what you entrench in it
You design you happiness for it to be
And nurture its chance in grace to fit
Life is a roller coaster
Either up or down, be willing to be its toaster
Gained in 1957 our Independence.
Hailed by all as the Black Star, the gateway and leader to Africa's independence.
At the turn of this decade, are we truly independent?
Not yet politically, economically, and socially truly independent?
All the toil and blood of our fathers were they in vain?
God, You did indeed bless our homeland, intended her to be great and strong.
Humility truly has made us boldless and fearful
All we have is pseudo-peace: no good name worthy of upholding and defending.
No longer does honesty reign in this nation, untruth of all kinds is the order of the day.
All of our strengths and our hearts we serve Ghana not but our selfish interests.
God invigorate us to defend our heritage
Humility kindly substitute with hard work, entrench honesty and please as jara add punctuality.
And help us to resist our self-serving individualistic nature.
Nurture unto to us leaders with the state’s prosperity truly in their hearts.
And with all our will and might we shall follow them, playing our best part, forevermore.
Slow and subtle, mellow and munificent.
Stripes of selflessness run through her veins.
But there’s something about her that
I can’t describe.
It’s love, deep love- spinning its wheels,
It never ends. Sacrifice, kiss goodbye
and cut loose, for love. Undying
of myriad attempts for happiness
For those she has left.
It’s faith-
We will meet again.
To everyone she has lost,
She will find her way.
It’s courage- fighting
Against wolves, against rabbits
all alone. In that gnarly, crooked life
all alone. All alone.
The grief of bereavement,
‘GRAND’mother was so young!
The grief of dependence,
‘GRAND’mother is old!
It’s something nature’s done,
Enlighten, Empower, Entrench our ways,
Pawn or Queen.
My grandmother, a hero
A role model,
Her ways shine.
I can see her in the mirror,
She can see me too.
She is inside me, I feel it.
She feels it too.
We both know,
Land or Water, Dusk or Dawn
Holocaust or Home, Heaven or Hell,
Her time will never end.
She’s an inspiration to the world.
Mind what you think here on the brink,
Yes foolish sage utters strange rhymes;
Note how thought links health in the pink,
Opt turn of page through hollow times;
Now in a cloud where feelings surge,
Streams of mad stuff can bolster ease;
Etch empty loud in primal purge,
Nice ***** enough strings inner peace;
Such cryptic churns of writes that tell,
Entrench the gist of rancid nerves.
Stretch marks return where dimples dwell,
Apply odd list of checks that serve;
Glimpses of grace bestow deep hold,
Embrace harsh trace in tempest cold.
Leon Enriquez
28 March 2018
Singapore
Spark a warm fire in surge of spring,
Prize deep feelings that break new grounds;
Reap touch that sires wonder time brings,
Ink words that sing of wisdom found;
Nature prompts fest through ups and downs,
Give to each fool a teasing wit.
Entrench fine zest to play the clown,
Laughter feeds cool sheer easy bits;
Observe the way hope channels peace,
Quest for the best with eager heart;
Urge love to stay with profound ease,
Expect odd jest to tamper start;
Now frames true flow of gain and chance,
Charm greets wise show in sexy dance;
Enact grand glow in steady prance.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2018
Singapore
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