OPEN-MINDED EXAMPLES -:-
different
profoundedly
awareness
contrasted
analogies
of CAREFULLY SELECTED
identifiable
spatial
impressions
clearly
surface
in REALISTIC FIDELITY
patose
improvised
freely
impetuously
freely
When I lost a bit of the centrigrade
I knew my number would still work
Even if my name would not.
Nor email.
Nor preference.
My number was
Identifiable.
Even if I drowned
In the Irrelevance.
Now here in Aussie land, exists a very hardy native creeping vine
reputedly produces berry fruit that is tasting rather fine
Can one harvest fruit, now that's a leading question
It has long protruding sharp spiky thorns,
Maybe necessary to practice abstention
Now the man who took the time to give this plant a recognisable title, was he in lots of pain ?
affected by a thorn of the Cockspur, its common, but not botanical identifiable name
People of demise, with an undeserved fate, like a defeated dream,
With dead dinosaurs, my eternity embroidered by extended time.
May new beings be born from the manure of life, all at once,
Identifiable in the ecology of the world, sometimes alive-alive.
The emotion of the sun, an immense mirror in which we lose ourselves,
I, the animalistic poet, reflecting God in verses that burn.
Blinding us in all things, our gazes are strange shards,
My words deceitful, vinous, full of bubble-poems, oceans.
Feeding hungry thoughts, wrapped in vain hopes,
For I have died formally, before my time, in empty days.
To the venal criminals, secretly scolding life's partners,
Covering the sunken graves under the impenetrable rain.
Under the rain's immensity, measurable, we catch ourselves in a dance,
The supposed heroes, pure sources of lightning, with pale color,
Bringing from the horizon the languid light, the extinguished dusk,
The humanity in me and in him, balancing the dawns in dreams.
Beloved, the night tilts the balance of dawns that intoxicate us,
In the paradox of life, where light and darkness get drunk.
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
The Echo Of Stars
Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light, HIS own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth
arrives, making her whole once again.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Orthodoxy
Is an encased
Cavalcade of words
Which pretend to
Capture an original
Insight not identifiable
With words..
The insight brought
A resonant freedom
For no one..
Orthodoxy is a story
Relating the futile
Religious impulse...
The mind is an identifiable entity.
It resembles the dull interior of a cavity.
From the comfort of a mother's womb.
In the icy depths of the tomb.
Every idea has wings that lift it into the air.
Up an incredibly small fuzzy flying stair.
Sometimes it will fall off your nails.
To thrive in a litter that draws veils.
Even the best ideas start with a bang.
And listen as Karan releases the clang.
Written: December 26, 2022
rich inspiration
complements
&augments
at
that
crucial &
originals
positioned
so
precisely
identified
theme
a movement’s
heightened colour
impresses
with descriptive
energy
shifting &
contorted
yet
beguiling
displayed
makes beauty
apparent&
identifiable
as
a conceit
in
a
sense of
the emphatic
stillness
splices
the
enchanting
unending stream
into
a
strange wonder
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 poem dedicated to Khadiza Merry)
They all heard that,
Jesus is riding on a bus, these days.
Vinay from the remotest eastern village was an eye-witness
He just acknowledged today, in confirmation.
I was counting those quarters. One by one.
The unpaid dues for the neighborhood store...
When silence honors every single voice out there
One can be a meaningful one for afterlife, with a storekeeper.
And slowly,
I sustained.
I was tamed within
With those hot, warm sweaty humid minutes.
And I gifted a land of own, aged for long, to the storekeeper.
Will it be an identifiable generosity accompanied with the right hand?
A specially biased right hand?
There are need of mirrors, here and there.
These attires, dress etiquette and dress colors too...
Under the slender palm trees, the virgin Mary cries here, also
Somewhere, a frozen conversation dies in silence, with a noisy air-cooler.
NARRATIVES
in a
prospective pastiche
this a lingering
concern
of
deprecating humour
an identifiable
yet
perverse eccentricity
in
a comic strategy
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
No matter what anyone says to the contrary
I firmly believe in miracles, not the divine kind
Turning plain water into fine wine, necessarily,
But seeing a newborn deer first learning to run
A deaf child hearing sound for the very first time
A spectacular natural eclipse of the morning sun,
Tests confirming a dreadful disease is in remission
Watching an unfolding rosebud flare out in full bloom
Imagining complex formulas proving nuclear fission.
Miracles are often showing up in the smallest feat
Coming when least expected--in a windfall, a bonus
Or, just when we had given up all hope in defeat,
Victories over those formidable obstacles, you see,
Are identifiable, verifiable, bonafide miracles to me.
Written June 15, 2021
Contemporary hunters wielding 21st century weapons of influence
Firing indiscreetly upon blindfolded hostages that double as their clients
Mutilating their customer case before gutting them with ease
once they're expendable
Feasting upon the impoverished entrails
until there is not a shred of identifiable human flesh
Disturbingly convenient as it is prevalent
Once the remains cannot be recognized as human,
there is no chance, not even a miniscule possibily, of retribution
There is no face and no conscious voice
to demand justice for countless grievances
The corpses sink into the Earth where they
are subjected to further degradation
Posthumously polluted with the toxicity emanating from murderous mouths
Long into the night
the Dreamweaver works,
spinning dream-threads
of golden silk
into etheric fantasies.
Archetype and metaphor
do a mind-meld
in REM’s
2/4 time;
conjured music
from Dreamweaver’s
harp.
Echoes of
past lifetimes are
revisited in
the Dreamtime;
swirling,
do-see-do
memories are,
identifiable to
spirits who share
the dreams.
Marked birth
Body's wealth
Deepest imprint
Nature's tatoo
Natural colour
Unique stamp
Creator's singiture
Precious treasure
Glittering
Identifiable
Joy's revelation
Special mark.
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