Alongside me in rain and shine
she walks her life on her own terms,
setting the course on the pathway she likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, she may descry
break the fence of her protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice her persona.
She doesn’t ever care to respond.
In our passionate journey together for so many years
I’ve felt in her heart sunk in the quicksand of time,
emotions rise from the dormant fervor’s cauldron.
The good done to her she can’t acknowledge loud,
but the buds of love blossoming within,
she keeps under protective shroud.
Mellow sensitivity soaks all her inarticulate feelings,
she is overwhelmed beyond measure,
but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, she absorbs pain and joy silently,
content with little and whatever I give as caring gesture.
She hasn’t given me even a flower as a token of love,
but I always adore her as a blooming rose I have.
The incisive probe of insight
dissects my life’s stratum of delusion,
the shards of shattered pretense
scatter as discarded debris,
the mind reminds itself to forget.
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my desolate heart turns
into a tree defoliated in wasteland,
far away from verdant thicket.
The sunburst day fades out fast,
dusk envelopes the twilight sky.
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues of the new sun
to suffuse me with the gleam of sanguinity,
when from the dust of distress
I felt the Phoenix, concealed within so long,
rise in an instant for metamorphosis
in the divine dawn of regeneration.
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
The stutter a stammer that
Holds the air
An incisive question to fill the space
Only to know it needed none
To bridge the gap
Between us
One mystic blue night dead still,
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard
under the shadow of the creepy cloud.
The dark devils will enter with fiend
my anguished heart beating vengeance,
hit hard by the moonless dreary darkness,
and make my boiling enraged blood
turn into lacerating incisive lancet.
The sinister scarlet elixir in my veins
the night will drink like wine,
the shining sequined full moon lost,
it’ll make a black one hollow,
darker than the dread of doomsday.
When the impious wolves will slash
the neck of the frozen stillness,
their ominous bark in the chilled air
will shred the nocturnal chastity, it's time
for moon plucking from sordid shadow.
They cunningly ensnare in an instant
the naive malleable minds unaware,
skillfully wrap with mute trance
the innocent hearts trapped
in the travesty tangle of love.
I’ll slit open their deceitful throats,
slice the reveling saccharine lips
with the harvested sickle moon.
DESCRIPTIONS
meaningful
actuality
half hidden
aborbs
the
joyous
so
positively
apparent
incisive
eloquent
&
unquenchable
in
relished
definitive
tonality
instinctive
&
outstanding
INDIVIDUALITY
style
&speed
in
staccato
gestures
an
atmosphere
blossoming
quickly
midst
the intricate
complications
commemorating
the
isolated
once
obvious
now
quietly
anonymous
unbridled
charm
exposed
&
underneath
empathy
slips
away
I walk my life on my own terms I set,
create the course on the lone pathway I pave.
I see probing faceless uncalled people pile,
break the barrier of protected privacy and pry,
asking incisive questions piercing my persona,
I don’t answer.
They want their footprints I follow compliant,
abandon what defines me on the wayside,
exist as a formless empty entity impersonated.
Caustic comments they make of me being inflexible,
on the atypical manner I behave, overtly odd to them,
I don’t react.
My heart quivers in the quicksand of harsh times,
emotions struggle to rise from the despondent debris.
Things good done for me I can’t acknowledge loud,
the bud of love for you blooms in me, I adore unexpressed.
Porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate,
I don’t demonstrate.
I will be doing till the end what I do, not being blunt,
even if you call me an obdurate being,
I don't care.
Your Best Poet Friends
9/15/2023
Poet Friends read you first, no matter what!
They crave your incisive, critique first.
Chasing new poets, you, leave them as dust?
Like flowers, they wait for a word, they thirst!
They are not in search of quippy fast laughs
Value them first, before any POTD!
Not out searching for obvious poetry gaffes,
Value them, not your grand popularity.
Friends are people, not just base numbers.
Thus, comments written with words..so few.
We bypass our friends, we need our slumber.?
Worse, use of primary words, heartily,eschewed!
Don’t allow the sun to set on your face.
While your friend has very few comments?
You, chase just numbers, what a disgrace!
You leave a poet friend in a deep, sad, sonnet
“Those who do read and soup-mail you.
Beautiful souls, oh, so very close to you”
On my own terms my life I walk brave,
setting the course on the pathway I pave.
Nameless probing people uncalled, I descry
break the fence of protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice my persona they try.
I don’t reply.
Their footprints I follow, they want with pride,
abandoning me for what I am on the wayside,
to exist as a mute formless entity dormant.
Caustic comments they make of me being adamant,
my character traits make on them negative impact.
I don’t react.
In my heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions struggle to rise from the unfeeling debris.
The good done to me I don’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of their love bloom in me, I keep under shroud,
porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate.
I don’t demonstrate.
I will do what I do at free will until I finally sleep,
even if you all call me a deviant black sheep,
for life for me isn’t to fit in your measurement.
I would be me intransigent.
______________
April 30, 2023
Contest : Character Traits
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
Joplin's Langston Hughes
drew words from jaz&blues
With verse incisive&folksey
is how Harlem sequence came to be
Ushering in the winter, auburn autumn is gone,
the feathers of snow dance with the arctic wind,
blowing piercingly across the blanched lawn
where bare trees stand defoliated and thinned.
A squall spurts from the horizon’s hazy domain,
and gathers momentum turning into a blizzard
that shears with icy lancets the desolate terrain,
where the chilling whistle of incisive wind is heard.
At the end of the storm-ravaged frozen night,
the scarlet sun rises to delight in the glowing dawn,
settled snow absorbs all sounds in blanket white
that reflects the dazzling radiance of silken chiffon.
_______________
January 18, 2023
Contest : 12 Lines Of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
In endless dark tunnel,
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through
insensate sensual strata.
Visual surface of being sheared
to shards by excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth
of tolerant unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
__________
January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170
From the obscure fossilized time of the yonder past,
humans traversed evolution’s ordained trajectory,
ascended to the high peak of incisive intelligence,
and emerged as the most perceptive living species.
Insecure in the collapsing orbit of the consumed life,
I gravitate toward the innate center of sensuous self,
get sucked into the black hole of the resolute ego,
the survival instinct yields to the power of intellect.
When in agonized life the dreams drown in dark abyss,
I search for the light of wisdom illumining my soul,
attain the sublime state of devout consciousness,
discern the divine harmony with the supreme melody.
I abandon the ego entangled in the complex equation
of existence to understand the meaning of life
in the scale of soul’s quotient of spiritual wisdom,
then the portal opens to the sanctum of profound bliss.
______________
January 15, 2023
Contest : A Spiritual Wisdom Download
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
AUGURIES
unsophisticated
&
incisive
with
a
smooth
perceptive
flavour
influenced
&
considered
lyrically
deployed
&
explored
to
touch
&
complement
the
visionary
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
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
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