Celebrating the sun
being in the same position amongst the stars
as it was when you were born
is an insane tradition
But like magic
Humans get to make things meaningful
by imbuing meaning into things
And as you
mean a lot to me
I celebrate
the sun's return to Virgo,
the fair maiden,
for my
fair maiden
As I gaze upward at the sky so blue,
I hope you’re resting well,
So that you can feel renewed.
The orange sky presents an extraordinary hue
When the snow blankets the mountainside,
And I wish for that mountain to rest peacefully.
You have an incredibly open heart,
A fine citizen and a romantic hero,
As the snow sparkles among the trees, it creates a work of art.
Snowballs are hurled from my dreams,
Quickly landing in the heart of nature and wildlife
In this unpredictable world.
Free-flying thoughts take their flight
From your creative mind,
Venturing into the beauty of nature and the comfort of the fireside.
Use your hands and eyes to solve problems;
Your talent has often been on display,
Imbuing various shades of color
To convey such meaningful news.
Naturally, I think of you
And all that you do,
High up on the mountainside where you tread so skillfully.
I scream for ice cream
When I’m feeling low.
Its smooth, icy texture
Instantly revives me,
Imbuing thought of my
Idyllic childhood days.
It is the perfect cure.
that Friday feeling calls near noon
with thoughts of lager capped by foam
and dreams this work-day will end soon
which gives your mind a mood to roam
to favored joints, where with the guys
you joke, guffaw, and swig cold beer
until a soft glance meets your eyes,
inviting you to swagger near
and, with bravado, take a chance
to learn her name is Betty-Lou
and yes, indeed, she'd love to dance;
this precious, lovely dream-come-true
melts in your arms when music slows,
allowing hands to learn each curve
while floral scent enthralls your nose,
imbuing you with manly nerve
to hand-in-hand flee into night
where moon peeps down on newfound bliss
and giddy hearts take sudden flight
when lips approach to share a kiss
but garlic-breathing boss looms near,
you shake awake, return alive,
are bull's-eye of his nasal sneer:
"the weekend, Clown, don't start till five!"
The soul is an eternal spirit,
an ethereal essential component of Mankind.
The spiritual essence of a human being,
the soul, resides within the heart;
where it guides conscious thoughts.
Souls are a Divine link to the Creator;
the seat of human intellect, free will, and individuality.
Emotions such as compassion, love, and forgiveness
get filtered through the soul as they enter our hearts.
God did not create Man, by energizing Him,
like putting a battery inside a robot.
No, God formed Man's body from dust;
and then, by breathing Divine Breath into it,
He brought that body of dust alive,
by imbuing us with a soul, He made us whole.
As Fred's words reverberated through the air, a sense of unease settled upon the group. "Is it ever?" he mused, his tone tinged with resignation. The weight of his words seemed to be amplified by the heavy silence that followed.
But amidst the quiet, a voice spoke up, offering a glimmer of hope in the face of uncertainty. "Be strong, be resilient, shine your light," it said, imbuing the air with a sense of determination. The words carried with them the power of the human spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, we have the strength to persevere.
For in the face of adversity, it is the heart of a lion that beats within us, driving us forward with unwavering courage. And just as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, transformed and reborn, so too can we shed our old selves and embrace the new.
Metamorphosis isn't covered sir replied the student
Dawn returns the light
stolen by twilight
shadows.
Though the stars shine bright
and bats are in flight,
Dawn shows.
And lured by Her light;
butterflies alight
and pose.
Sunbeams stroke each rose,
that Night’s darkness froze
in time.
While scented primrose
makes the spring meadows
sublime.
Their scent finds my nose
assuring me, it's
Springtime.
Nature, in Her prime,
a perfect Springtime,
delight.
As Night flees with time,
church bells start to chime;
goodnight.
And Sol starts to climb,
imbuing daytime
with light.
empty
hollow, void
depleting, nulling, vacating
abandoned, nothingness, capacity, plenary
filling, imbuing, hilting
brimful, complete
empty
Date written: 01/20/2023
Good riddance 2022!
I’m glad to see you go,
But maybe from your negatives
Some joy will start to flow.
A brand new year begins with hope;
The slate is fresh and clean,
So happiness may yet become
A part of our routine.
No illnesses, no canceled flights,
No hatred, anger, death –
Just sweetness and a sense of peace
Imbuing every breath.
Though optimism isn’t
Something natural for me,
Perhaps life will be much improved
In 2023.
LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
it feels
delicate
&
ethereal
involving chance
summoned
to an
alternate
encounter
an
exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
conjured
to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
conceptual
illuminates
the scene
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
Loss of awareness,I forgot my ambience.
Expansions in floral exuberance,
and exhibits unique ecological trance.
As my veins they come from silence.
Owning a mount is quite a feat of dance.
Concert of sounds, the spectacle of colour.
As a different type of raw contour.
It transmutes the tour.
Their imbuing weapons and armor.
The black empowerments,
illegal logging and states of loor.
LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
it feels
delicate
&
ethereal
involving chance
summoned
to an
alternate
encounter
an
exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
conjured
to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
conceptual
illuminates
the scene
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
Sunlight Through the Window
Penetrating the fog, one winter morn,
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the floor,
A slanted rectangular space did the rays adorn,
Gradually spreading into the room through the open door;
Ray's of hope, of life's enduring dream,
Filled the room with songs of the Eternal Dawn,
The mind sailed with the light's beckoning stream,
Past the walls and high above the adjoining outside lawn;
Above the buildings, the mind soared and flew
And above the rooftops, now bathed in glorious light,
With the birds that sailed with winds free and true,
Showered by heavens' resplendence so bright;
Far into the heavens where the sun beams above,
The mind wandered in hallowed domain,
Imbuing peace and harmony as a silent dove,
In the lighted room, the messages of love and peace to humankind remain.
One is impossible
To ascend the ladder of spiritual attainment
Without
Imbuing his heart, first, with compassion!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 August 2021
They gather about you
a clambering canaille
of fawning faces
Drunk on the illusion
of what they want
you to be
believe you to be
The superficiality
of contemporality
The fame eclipsing
the art
I stand distanced
from that fickle flock
Unacknowledged
Unnoticed
Unseen
It’s the truth of you
which I seek
The deeper spaces
Hidden away places
The flame that gives
life to the words
from a pen
Births princes, monsters
gods and mere men
Imbuing fantasy
with veracity
Is it the same fire
that burns within me?
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