Finger on the trigger
Death toll getting bigger
Desperate action required with vigor
What’s happening in our world….Go figure!
Last of the figuratives the PRB
with great detail,colour&clarity
to the pre-Raphael' they did flee
classical quattrocento became their 'usp'
A bald eagle sports white hair and a craggy face
He’s admired and feared for his power and grace
Though when I see him next to a brown-hair
~ ‘baldy’ has even more fluff up there
RIGOUR GO FIGURE
Faith
Belief
Acceptance
Or even hope
When logic runs out
Can be strong for many
Yet some are still undecided
As a brain demands more than a heart
But in the end, one’s trust may be enough
GO FIGURE
the
unexpected
image
to emerge
as
representational
& figurative
repertoire
of forms
so
intimate
& impulsive
motifs
cross-hatched
& surfaced
in a blurred
painterly
intent
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
you don’t have to win to beat bullies ~ just make them feel vulnerable
By
David Kavanagh
With frequent migraine and poor health
Spouse’s plea for sex is put on hold
Yet if he seeks it somewhere else
The wife finds strength to scorn and scold.
But when the town’s brothel closed
All wives were vehemently opposed.
Husbands’ needs landed in wives’ hands.
Plain pleas then turned to crude commands.
Same old, same old and still in vain,
Now perplexed husbands rack their brain.
Don’t question quirks of womanhood -
Wives to be loved, not understood.
February 15, 2021
Wonder Woman, Blondie, and Daisy
Are ladies who drive a man crazy
Large bust, tiny waist
No need to be chaste
Yet beguiled by men who are lazy!
Fear
of
flying—
facing fear
he boarded the plane
which some minutes after takeoff
violently shook and then plummeted toward earth—
him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just won the lottery
February 29, 2020
F G I irony
Brian Strand, sponsor
The last line of 21 syllables will appear as more than one line on mobile devices and smaller screens, but it actually fits on one line on larger screens. Ah, the Romanesque broccoli spirals of the fibonacci sequence!
his goose
cooking
in large cauldron
yet...
he keeps
adding
more firewood....
OK then!
Go Figure ??
So he actually did pull the Trigger
Just another Child Killer
Caught out by mindless Gang Violence
she petitely
sits in my
kitchen
now is my
chance to
fulfill her
hips to
begin
with
an antipasto
then secunda
as i maniacally
in my mad man
laugh make
her prima
all the while
vino rosa
flowing
the pesto is
made with
out pine
nuts but
pumpkin
seeds
as i feed
her between
closed mouth
mmms
her eyes
the size of
dinner
plates
but
wait
as i wipe
her lips and chin
there's still
dessert
and a
final toast
with cold
lemon
cello
to your
wealth
health and
happiness
i rub her
belly and
burp my
baby
she was
sleeping
beautifully
i french
kissed her
and turned
into a
frog
Airplanes are falling out of the sky,
diseases are giving us new ways to die
Mothers hold your babies close, closer to you,
just never know when death might come strolling by
Systemic oppression causes cultural upheaval,
smiling faces make the lies look so believable
Fathers get your kids, teach them what they need to do
to survive in a world becoming increasingly evil
Low wages, high road rage mortality
Big credit debt, small bump in prosperity
Grandparents tell the children how this all ain't nothing new,
the way it was back then, is the way it now seems to be
Rumors of war is on the horizon, just around the bend,
neighbor spying on neighbor, friend spying on friend
Spouses grab on to each other, so love can get you both through
One day soon, the madness is all gonna come to an end
Go figure when, if you're smart enough, go figure how
The third act is nearly over, it's almost time to take a bow
Children listen to your parents; if not, your days are gonna be few
Go figure on how to enter in, hoping you're one heaven will allow
Her figure of speech like an hour glass Shapely and flowing as body of water cascading Merging into one as it runs through it The tingling desert comes alive As the sands of time grow Found within the flow where was I Oh yes her inspiring bodily language Articulate thought provoking and well rounded
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