To frolic amongst the daisies and posies is to relish
in the sweet drink of victory over a despicable,
old, and much-sought-after foe.
It is a feeling akin to splashing cold basin water
upon the face after hard work—lips chapped
by sun, sweat, and the long, tired day crowded
amongst them.
Reclaim possession; bring it home.
Long has this expected arrival been awaited;
arrangements have been in accordance with plans
premade for preparations upon this date.
Man dares not tickle the fickle temper of these
sisters of fate. Complaints remain an undertone, and
resentment answers not to “Pardon” on and on again.
In their ever-glow elegance, brilliant
refractions sway off their decadent dress.
Jellyfish patience is slow, a romantic cadence.
Contracting movements make the sway
feel like a swarm in the warmth of the elicit impress.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of April Anne Daguio Miranda)
In Northern lands, where memories reside,
A tale of communal living, forever to abide.
Among the indigent, a unique bond takes hold,
Rich and poor entwined, young and old.
On mats, they gather, a symbol of equality's might,
Before God, no segregation, just love shining bright.
Sokoto's atmosphere, a haven for strangers to roam,
A place where hearts are open, and love is made known.
But beware, dear traveler, of the border line,
Where faith and reverence entwine, a sacred, solemn sign.
Friday's zeal and passion, a sight to behold and see,
A day of reverence, a day of devotion, for you and me.
In Sokoto's lovely community, where lovely people reside,
Festivities like Sallah, bring joy, love, and generosity inside.
Giving is their attribute, a virtue they hold so dear,
A trait that sets them apart, year after year.
Oh, Sokoto, I long to behold you once more,
To experience your love, your peace, your hospitality's score.
Sarki Ada, may your days be long and bright,
The Sultan of Sokoto, may your reign be just and tight.
INDELIBLE
They waft across the ocean top as loose and separate notions leaving naught but hollow caverns where my intellect once dwelled.
I set them free with Spring's crisp breeze the day I guzzled potion
Now they meld into the casserole and join waves as they swell.
You hand picked Mother Nature's best for which I'm honoured, touched and blessed. You ground these down into a pulp. Mixed in some juice. Told me to gulp.
My faith in you spans far beyond words.
You have my back. I have been heard.
The demons and that thick dark muck flung from my mind.
My soul now finds the peace I've longed for night and day.
Five decades now on knees I prayed.
Today my prayers, hopes, dreams, desires create a self I can admire.
Your essence most remarkable awoke in me an indelible respect for who I have become.
A pride in battles fought and won that never stole the breath of day for your words, etched, remain in play.
Memorial Day picnic by the lake, listening to the baseball game
Thanksgiving, an indoor feast, screen tuned to the football game
'I guess Thanksgiving is more important than Memorial Day'
volunteered my perspicacious youngest son
Sands in her hand
trickle as she closes
her palm to grip them;
She tries to clinch
every grain that flows
for it holds memories
of heartbeats~
indelible in her heart.
those heartbeats still echo~
and as the last grain drops
She whispers to the wind,
“ come back to me!”
2 July 2021
A Brian Strand (July 2) Poetry Contest
1st place
Far, a widowed mother walked hill and vale,
Searching her only son who'd gone to war;
Love-blind; hopeful; day and night without fail,
Heart-aches; foot-blisters; full of scar and soar;
Stones pricking; thorns piercing; miles many tread,
The scorching sun and wild waves she withstood;
Sad! No trace of son's footprints, tears she shed,
Each bird, each flower on her way she asked;
He's dead, they said, in some war, so recent,
Keep calm! Rest! Offer prayers as one should!
Yet, hope doubled; task-focused; far she went,
No mirage, could ever, her true love shroud;
Winds and waves might erase your footprints, but
Who could, mother, the prints of love, wipe out?
“Size Six”
She had read it
She had confessed,
She envied it-
“Moments”.
She wanted with herself
‘Longer and better'.
None of us knew
How and where
Our relationship was heading.
We did get our time together
Our private moments
Still past 'moments'
Remained, just like that lingerie
Which refuses to be shed,
Till, that fantastic meeting
That day…..
All inhibitions broken
Not just two bodies, but
Two minds, two hearts
And two souls
United as one
Consequently, 'Moments'
Permanently erased
Only to be replaced with
'Moments Indelible'
There are places and events
that are unerasable from memory,
such are the indelible memories of Italy;
no other country was given more
beauty than my Motherland
created by God's artistic hand:
the majestic snow-capped Alps,
the pristine shore washed by rolling waves...
these all tune into Nature's song of harmony
which praises her forevermore!
This wonderful land was chosen for her fertility,
huge fields of golden, waving wheat
that I ran through with incredible joy,
enormous meadows of pretty daisies
either white, pink, red, blue and yellow
protected by mountains echoing with the sheep's bleat;
were they frightened by the wolf's bellow?
All of the panoramic views that the Motherland
offered were so delightful to admire:
seas reflecting serene, cerulean skies,
pristine beaches with crystalline sand,
hills lulled by gentle breezes, valleys shaded by lofty pines
and under them, I pensively sat to contemplate and smile!
every detail
etched
deep
upon
my memory
a forever experience...
still
smitten by her
smile
Indelible Ink
Circa 1941 to 1943
A painful timely reminder
Lest we never forget
The inhumanity of man
Where you're only crime was to be born
Category A
Jewish male
Nazi death camp inmate
No A-15510
1 of the few
Not the many
Auschwitz-Birkenau survivors
Yad Veshem
Should I wear myself off in tears?
Should I get myself lost with beer?
Should I dare consult the seers
for the loss of a comely dear?
Can I live onwards with this fear
that your voice I may no longer hear?
Will our friendship be just mere
now that you're no longer near?
My tears flow because it cannot stand
when death gives a blow with its icy hand.
Moments with you is now a deserted land,
much more like a desert without sand.
It’s not possible to buy life with money.
It’s incredible you left earlier for this lonely journey.
It’s a blow and a surprise to me and the many
that death does not respect even the canny.
How I wish you had stayed with me longer
at least for a little while;
then we can share more moments together
as I enjoy more of your smile.
My lovely dearie, rest in peace.
Rest in peace in the bosom of Father Abraham.
My prayer is that you be kept in a place;
a place safe and devoid of every harm.
I am 10p away from sitting outside
the station wrapped in a sleeping bag
The only good thing about the company
that uses me
is the customers and friends i meet
but some of them are
Pricks up your ears
Longing for the sound
as foot hits ground
and home ifs found
i am inedible
or did i mean indelible
Wasting my time with time
Put your finger to screen
before you touch
all i am
dies
just between
Last though for the night
why do amnesiacs on tv always remember
how to speak
Think your words can touch
your reaching
for the mist
you missed
nothing here exists
How romantic of my sweet Albert
Wants tattoo with my name; he’s no flirt
Alb requested a rose
Tattoo inked - a red nose
Alb’s irate kicking him where it hurt!
7/25/19
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