Today is a brittle passage of tumbler,
Tumbler that glares like optimism in unsteady fingers,
Fingers that grip love like a hot torch,
Torch whose blaze cracks into smoke.
Smoke is an undertone of extinct promises,
Promises wandering like ruins in the squall,
Squall that flings hearts like collapsed greeneries,
Greeneries no map for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is a wrapped and inaudible volume,
Volume whose folios leather in shaded ink,
Ink that engraves destiny like an invisible sculptor,
Sculptor influencing today.
Such is life when it changes,
Changes that bring hurdles,
Hurdles making us remain uncertain,
Uncertain of what tomorrow really means.
Poem by N. Mugisho
The poets ease a troubled soul –
their lyrics echo in the heart
that yearns for soothing silence –
a sombre melody that shadows part.
Echoes drift
where silence clings
We mourn the scribes as truth
has given way to ego, pride.
The echo found in coded pyre
alongside ashes piled in their stride.
Echoes drift
where silence clings
Their tearstained pages worn folios,
yet still we sing the songs of yore
to glean some semblance of an art;
a wisdom that has gone before.
Echoes drift
where silence clings
Echoes drift
where silence clings
Optional Refrain:
Yet still we sing the songs of yore
to glean some semblance of an art.
We yearn for soothing silence;
a sombre melody that shadows part.
Echoes drift
where silence clings
Echoes drift
where silence clings
Beard or bard? queried chief counsel, The Spit.
Bared wit: "alike drunkn greif".
Berkspeller loose in the fief!
Beware, none sings from his lIEf...
Cascading through my mind
deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
In folios of verse
FOLIOS
to
communicate
a considered
matter
for consideration
&
initially
suggest
an existence
for inclusion
as an
illustration
distracted
after
exceptional
initial
enthusiasm
to
show
&
eventually
submit
as
a focus
develops
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
A camera occasionally caught us sealed within
album leaf’s
ten years, twenty years later;
folios still fastened to a distant past.
I don’t miss you, and this is not a love letter.
Too many cuts with thin edged blades;
invisible lacerations
that nonetheless bled into words,
and those words hemorrhaged.
Last night, in the backyard, a mouse died,
but before it did,
it called out to the owl that killed it:
Better to die now, then as a small squeak, only wounded,
damaged just enough to bleed on,
inside a memory of what once was.
Desultory thoughts drift round hazy aura,
swiftly flipping folios mottled by time.
Tattered snapshots emanate sadness and joy,
yesterday’s archives.
Softly creeping reveries sashay feelings,
forming ever imminent fervent cravings,
tender written curlicues of hope and love,
harvested daily.
Peregrinate dreams glide through lucid portals,
traverse leas of ravenous risky passion,
driven by pure avarice changing values,
forging tomorrows.
Not for contest
09.03.21
Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.
Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life,
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered beneath self-spun strife.
Each revivifying line a failsafe dose,
Curing the unquestioning pupil soul;
Which heeding its fathomless force,
Glowing dims deified sky-high stars.
Those fibs-shaming adages of yore
Shall diffuse war’s menacing nukes,
Neutering gory ciphers spelling awe;
Turning brawls into inviolable peace.
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
Cascading through my mind
deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
In folios of verse
In Autumn some green leaves remain
Untouched by the explosions of the fall
Trans- formative as is the nature of light
Bright colors in juxtaposition to the rain
Red fits in mixed company with orange gathering
Tree yellows are happier than yellow submarines
Parasols most fleeting when they break away
Magic folios as chemistry changes them to brown
And when they land there is but little sound
But when the breeze catches them in sleep
It whips them into a frenzy until they crunch
Trees stand tall with no hands and little chances
Their Skeletal branches reach their limits
When winds call to remove their little friends
Destined for decay the leaves still play
What falls from trees remains a mystery
images
yesterday's visions
in a well
within
lost
in
wonder
an inner light
envision
dreams
hallucinatory
visions
lying
as flotsam,
washed by the tide
cascading
igniting
pictures
within
my mind's eye
a deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
imaginative dreams
passing allusions
intermingle
with enigmatic thoughts
a transient sense
of the present
mutli-layered
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity
now resolved
innovative
coherence
now apparent
in
folios
of verse
images
yesterday's visions
in a well
within
lost
in
wonder
an inner light
envision
dreams
hallucinatory
visions
lying
as flotsam,
washed by the tide
cascading
igniting
pictures
within
my mind's eye
a deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
imaginative dreams
passing allusions
intermingle
with enigmatic thoughts
a transient sense
of the present
mutli-layered
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity
now resolved
innovative
coherence
now apparent
in
folios
of verse
Diverse ideas vie for fecund place
In my mind and heart these days,
Every new thought sees the next
As an invasive unwelcome guest.
And being a democratic fella at heart,
I just wouldn't wish to play major part
As judge if privilege and freedoms be
Basis why litigious kinsmen disagree.
To every thought there's natural right
Enshrined in legal folios beyond fight:
Any idea may claim an acre of mind,
In any random astute brain they find.
And so I a respecter of sacred things
Such as fragile rights of mute beings,
Must let every instreaming opinion in;
And call null their war and brutish din.
For, has not every sovereign thinker,
Rights of their own to soundly tinker,
And censor apt and odd notion alike,
That within their wild cranium spike?
What conundrum lies under life's foxy rinds
That even the most adept eye seldom finds?
The surgeon's knife removes the outer coat
To see hard lids that mask the whole report.
Keenest pilots only fly far above the riddle
That fiercest submarines bypass beneath.
Your most bookish attorney all so discreet,
Skips the arcane page with clamping teeth.
Learned lecturing geeks with dense lenses on,
Awfully ruin that stealthy paradox's silent tone.
And though brainy engineers quite close come,
The lupine puzzle leaves them guessing dumb.
World's award-winning pens deal it a dismal try.
They weave airy scenes bereft of reality's touch:
With grisly folios wherein fictitious actors cry,
With thievish knaves who glut in clamiest loot.
Even the deepest learning by bipedaled types,
Shall not unearth existence's inscrutable lipes.
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