Frequenting Poems

Two Inch Screws

You tell me that you've got the blues -
you must buy two two-inch screws?
Soon, you will find satisfaction. 
In a jiff, you'll be back in action,
frequenting beachside hardware stores,
bolting silver knobs on doors.
Ninety-four cents is not much money.
It's good to do when days are sunny.

Carpe Diem

You will see me alone, dining.
Always near a window
Watching people hurrying outside,
Or well-dressed patrons
Frequenting the five-star diner,
My favourite eating place.
Alas always alone.

Still one lady, impeccably dressed
Always visited the place every Saturday.
And always with a different escort.
I wondered who she was,
But I could hardly ask her, could I?

Her escorts seemed rich and elegant.
Not that I was shabbily dressed.
But I was not the handsome type.

Then one day she came in alone.
She had no escort as she ordered her food.
What could I do?  I approached her meekly
And asked for her company.
"Finally, you came," she smiled.
We never dined alone from then on.

FICTION

Love Gone Awry

Beneath smile exotic, gleaming moon’s delight,
We embraced romance of a passionate night,
Whispering deep secrets of moments sublime
Unveiling sweet story of undying-love in prime,

Of promises eternal, pledging together forever,
Journeying through life’s endearing endeavor,
Vowing to traverse through oceans of ardour
Eying abode amorous, vying tomorrow’s shore.

Alas! love soon turned errant, choosing to detour,
Straying from accords youthful, but immature,
Rejecting once enamored elation of evermore,
Opting bliss in yonder beyond passions of yore.

In solitude we bid goodbyes to love gone awry
Lamenting wistfulness frequenting pensive sigh
Saddened by bleak story, woefully incomplete,
When dissonant forlorn vibes, accepted defeat.

Yet, we found pathways renewing our dreams,
Reinvigorating assonance of past broken themes
As fervid interests, on divergent paths aligned,
Rewriting ending of story, destiny had designed.

Hosting moments solitary, as I often think of you,
Rekindling in your embrace, love we once knew,
Reminded I am, how memories have feelings too,
Though melodies they strum, no longer ring true.

Frequenting Night Clubs

Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....

In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here should be extensive;
Clubs heal could The Hypertensive:
Others are asleep you are awake
And, for the fun of it, sometimes rake.

An Asthmatic Frequenting Kitchen

Her inhaler is not exorbitant
But should it count much that she's The Buoyant?
Why the breathless condition keep constant?
Black smoke from her kitchen Great Irritant!

Six in the morning the cursed urge itching
And Madam Irene must see her kitchen.
Helping her out was her nicest offer
But she had continued to 'Yes' defer.
With her husband she shall first confer,
As he has opinions he can proffer!

"Mama, you're damned down: That's the main point,
To now steer life's precious ship effort joint;
Miss Agnes: a cook for you we appoint;
For the job your pastor could her anoint."

Fleeing From Festus

At Festus I no longer wave. 
I should save a not–safe image. 
At all persons Festus would rave, 
With this triggering plain outrage…

Last cause of Festus’ Anger “Dave”,
For which he called the Poor Guy “Slave”
“The best roof over Dave’s Head ‘Cave’s,”
The scene he’d keep frequenting ‘Grave’s…

Now; I am often on the run,
Mingling with Festus ‘poorest fun’…
Who knows? Tomorrow, a shot-gun
And the deed as good as ‘just done.’

Anita, Stanley and Poor Me 
Festus won’t allow to feel free.

Iconoclast

ICONOCLAST
timeless
  twictching
as solidity
endures
  tomorrow

a conundrum
resolved
  appears
as
a shadow running
asunder

a reassurance
so uncanny
resembles
tonality
  in its
surtounding
perspective

glaring
  patches
a cornucopia
of
pictorial
  pleasure
in
erudite
convention
lingers
  afresh
erudite
  sensitive

fiitingly
  frequenting
&repostioned
thematically
  otherworldly
ravishing
 & compelling


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

Ghosts and Spirits Exist

I’ve continued to insist
That Ghosts and Spirits exist
But don’t their lips move
For the points they prove
Nor their arms for gathering mist
Nor their ears as messages twist
While listening to a gist
Prepared like a long list …

And continue I shall to resist
That Ghost on blood subsist 
Like Man needs food to exist
And silly diseases resist
Or on laborious tasks persist …

With blood sucked still unhappy Ghosts, 
Us frequenting as their hosts;
Off and on leaving their posts
For our ever scenic coasts
And sometimes laughable boasts …

Ghosts and Spirits exist;
From arguing please desist.

Shoulder

They can be a lot heavy: The Shoulder; 
By the dying felt like boulders; 
And one keeps groaning: The Carrier, 
As their weight become scarier!

They are the parts we hold high 
And passers-by confront confidence 
We lower them and there’s “A why?...
On-lookers sniffing diffidence 

When shoulders portray blocks,
One has been frequenting the gym 
And if as rounded as clocks, 
One ceases to seem trim…

Our shoulders now cry for support;
A glance and you pick this report;
Mostly, a tailor-woven pad:
Tops without it Ancient and sad… 

Where scorers of goals are joyously left, 
The ones who squandered them never kept.

The Delta Variant

COVID is here again, perhaps in a more virulent form,
Dealing with the day-by-day stresses is now the norm
     Still, so many continue to make this a political football,
     When it is definitely not a comedian’s clumsy pratfall
                         How foolish are they who ignore the call to vaccinate,
                         Frequenting dangerous places where it can replicate
     Denying the efficacy of the currently-approved shot-- 
     So far, the only effective deterrent to COVID we’ve got.
It saddens me that some folks are simply being stupid,
When we have opportunity to see this virus booted.

written July 31, 2021

My Dad

He wore a leather bomber jacket and a redskin hat and would engage with people where ever he was at. He wore two hearing aids that often whistled like a kettle and as he aged out in our three homes he did settle. A world war II vet he served in the navy and once out he married and they had three babies. Dad had been a lawyer and eventually became a judge. He was not a snooty person and seldom held a grudge. Dad was always most particular about where he chose to eat, only frequenting four star restaurants with the more elite.
At church his voice would bellow as he sang out every hymn. Most days he'd burst into a song if he felt the whim. Dad had an Irish temper but wasn't easily provoked, in order to get it simmering it had to be stoked.
Even in his older years he was still a flirt and would turn his attention to a pretty face or leggy skirt. Dad had a strong work ethic and worked til age 75 and would probably still be working now if he was alive.
At age 81 as he lay counting sheep, my dad gently slipped away, dying peacefully in his sleep. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THOSE GREAT FATHERS OUT THERE

Speech

The sermons priests preach
Through speech,
The child instructors teach
With speech,
The business men their partners reach
Via speech,
The saving shouts at a child in pond with leech
And requests to recreate on a beach
In speech
All powerfully elevate speech,
Distinguishing this sensible sounds from a moved jaw.

But certainly not for the Law
We sometimes breach
With offensive speech:
The sick jokes we crack
That betray the morals we lack
And the seedy lies we tell
In voices louder than bell…

Man approbation receives for speech, ‘The Best’
The same man inescapably lampooned for the Immodest.

A speech-producing child
Is worth a carnival and thanks;
No frequenting by its parents their banks
For dumb issues, not a matter financially mild.

Gardens

Great relaxing and serene place to retreat to 
Accented by beautiful flowers and lilac trees
Red cardinals are often frequent visitors
Delicious berries are special early gifts 
Enjoy frequenting birds, bees and butterflies  
Never enough time to enjoy my backyard treasure
Spring starts my gardening hobby until late fall


2/23/19

Gardens Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Noisy Toys and Building Bricks

noisy toys and building bricks
girls and boys in football kits
playground fights homework books
summer nights disprooving looks
growing pains and butterflies
test and gains that qualify
leaving school hunting work
breaking rules going berserk
frequenting pubs getting drunk
discover love and have a bunk
find a spouse and settle down
buy a house outside of town
have some kids start to fight
hit the skids stay out all night
get divorced loose your job
feel remorse become a snob
find yourself loose the weight
discover wealth start to date
love again this time for real
hide the pain but start to feel
watch your kids have there own
building bricks and a noisy zone
grow too old and then retire
feel the cold and loose the fire
close your eyes then drift away
as life dies the memories play
of all the joys the one that sticks
is noisy toys and building bricks

Now, No More Excuses

Sometime in the summer heat or in the winter freeze,
I am either wanting you or you are wanting me,
Seasons are excuses.

Often in the wilderness of mountain park and trail,
Hand in hand we walk the paths, and hearts do beat as one,
Mountains are excuses.

Frequenting a dark café, I gaze into your eyes,
Smell your perfume, feel your touch and whisper in your ear,
Cafés are excuses.

Sitting at the movie, in the back and in the dark,
What is on the big-screen isn't what it's all about,
Movies are excuses.

Gently as I lay you down upon the satin sheets,
In this bedroom of desire, entwining souls for life,
Bedrooms are excuses.

Here forever you and me, just living life and love,
Summer, winter, mountain park or in a dark café,
Now, no more excuses.

-For poetry contest: Opposite Gender Love Expression
April 30, 2017

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