INTERMITTENT EXPERIENCES-:-
satisfactory
responsed
immediacy
intractably
synthesised
in EMOTIONAL AUTHENTICITY
impressed
indications
imagined
emergent
intimacy
with en face DIGNITY
timorous
anonymous
integrity
genuinely
reflected
an enigmatic
world
of solitude
introspection
hints
with
inklings
suggestions
indications
sign
&
signals
intimations
insinuation
innuendos
with
a
trace
or
touch
a
tinge
to give
a
taste
of
intrigue
to
contemplate
the
allegoric
symbols
&
hidden meanings
woven
with
undisclosed truths
unsaid
for
the viewer
to weigh
upon
the scales
of deja vu
experience
I'm thinking of nero..' as i read on (vision zero?) The rhetoric
Seems all burnt-out' like patriotisam.? Must be so many seeds
Of doubt? There's (ground zero) and zero carbon? Maybe a
Link.?? Do we need, a think-athon.? I'm putting it to you.!!
Maybe you'll notice ? Enough to take a look.? See whats
Going on.? Behind the seedy crooks.' Behind (the hope not
Hate) the positive slogans..That outline your fate?? Will you
Comply.? Shall many bend the knee?? Think.? i urge you all.!
On insinuation, on destination, on foreshadowing' upon the
Macarb indications to absorb.' Un-seeng such dark signalling
And virtue-less typology!
Autumn has arrived.
The sycamore are starting to loose leaves, and the corn fields
almost ready to be picked, indications of its arrival.
Though the temperature, especially in the evening has cooled,
it’s still not quite demanding a sweater.
The night creatures haven’t ceased their songs.
The last of the tomatoes still cling to the vine,
and potato plants withered and hilled, still to be dug.
But as this big ball turns and tilts, ever so slightly,
I can feel it. The month or day isn’t all that important.
Life moves on at its own pace and we humans,
merely participants in this universe, move with it.
Like the sycamore, the mirror reflecting my image indicate it has begun.
The age of summer has gone.
The mind is still sharp and the muscles, stronger then most,
at least at this age, like the last of the tomatoes.
Similar to the songs of the night,
plenty of life and work still ahead.
But all too soon, it will be time for winter’s sweater.
Though seeming early, Autumn has arrived.
Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication
Stripping back life
for all to see
The lake below
reflecting me
Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique
Dug my own hole
admission’s free
Revealed the sin
got the car key
Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend
Oblivion
nihility
A growing bump
delivery
Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…
MOTIFS
overlaid
&tangible
in conscious
manifestation
a
significant
vitality
so abundant
in
bizarre
variety
silent
gestures
refined
&appended
seemingly
infinite allusions
suspended
features
resembling
the
ostentatious
in exaggeration
of
transformed
similarity
contemporary
notions
overshadowed
with
flirtatious
motivations
of
extravagant
luxury
in
symbolic interpretation
indications
stretched out
in
ceremony
of festive emblems
assuminging
a
normative a
emphasis
&imitating
illuminating
with an
intensive & coherent
brightness
expressed
by contemplation
of
the
oddly ambiguous
COLLABORTIONS
visual
indications
entirely sensual
in
a
prolonged
lament
a
nuanced
concept
ostensibly
incompatible
ambiguity
jnterpreted
instilled
in
shadow
a
transitory
dream
of
ultimate realty
generosity
a
distinctive
summation
of
a
complex
posture
dense&empty
There's someone I've got eyes for
That someone's grabbed my heart
Indications not exuded
Signals don't impart
But inside's a different story
That's where it all plays out
The butterflies when I see her
Do divebombs without a doubt
And when I hear her sing her songs
I'm brought down to my knees
In essence, not in substance
It's there where I was seized
ENJOYMENT
feeling
pleasure
sunlight
& shadow
surface
indications
outlines
sketches
faces
please
conveying
ideas
to
a
pinnacle
of
delight
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 seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.
The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.
Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.
‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.
In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.
And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
They found her slumped against the bed that morn,
A bathrobe loosely pulled about her waist,
A folded pile of clothes that she had worn,
No sign that death had come with any haste.
No indications untoward or strange,
Except perhaps that she was on the floor.
You got the sense that this was prearranged;
It made you think there might be something more.
From underneath the bed skirt could be seen
A Bible, worn and loved, that much was clear.
You pulled it out to see what it might mean,
And now you understood what happened here.
“Your lamp, keep full; your wick, keep lit and trimmed.
Behold! The bridegroom comes; go meet with him.”
—————
For Sandy
To drive a certain German car,
No matter where it is, you are,
You have to have objection
To indicate direction
A fact that's true; but quite bizarre
sharp sound of church bells
on a cold crystal clear night
warns heaven and hell
to try harder to do right
not give up on the good fight
strong gusts of north wind
ominous clouds now hover
no good they portend
bad time to feel hung over
makes good sense to find cover
cannot seem to breathe
chest seems filled up with cement
just able to wheeze
was this something to prevent
before starting to lament?
always in God's hands
strange conditions amplify
carbon footprint lands
should we continue the lie
while the planet starts to die?
Every Fall Gives Hopeful Indications
that the winter might be a mild one.
Trees will change colors before the leaves Fall.
It's usually a very happy season for one and All.
Air Becomes Crisp, Delightfully Energizing,
while the summer ends and the winter lurks.
Although Old Man Winter could prove Daunting,
At least Christmas explodes with cheerful Giving.
Harvest Is Justice Kept; Lush Measures,
the satisfaction of laborious farm work.
Good reaping often follows Good
sowing, just as it really Should.
072621PSCtest, Alpha Lines, Joseph May
Yesterday we had our vaccination,
Developed no hallucinations
And certainly no indications
Of symptoms, as per some perceptions
Feel good we had this vaccination
Giving us some protection,
Was over in a second, no hallucinations,
Or contra indications.
Arm was painful, no more or less, a revelation
2nd phase Pfeizer, need no persuasion
Indeed, a definite exuberant exhilaration,
So many hundreds in the queue, a true illumination.
My heart felt such intense satisfaction,
So many people in line for vaccination
Which is for ours and your protection
Have not a single reservation.
Have this much researched safe vaccination,
One must not tarry, pay great attention
3.5 million people that have died since Covid 19’s inception,
Weigh up the odds, one should have no objection!
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