Inundates Poems

The Human Bond

2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 7'


The water inundates the houses and the towns.
Washing all the beauty to an ugliness of brown.
Homes are ruined, with memories loss, by heavy drowning-floods.
Nasty and distasteful times, swallowed, up in muds.

Yet, in all the tragedy, a bond of brotherhood is there.
A loving, sacrificial braveness permeates soaked air.
People stretch to take great risks in saving human lives.
And those within the jaws of death get chances to survive.

The love connection’s present wherever else one goes,
committed faith and caring in a world within the throes.
Heat, fires, droughts and earthquakes won’t destroy “the human bond.”
In all life’s throes of  "ugly,” this bond grows ever strong.

When we behold a person save another from death's grasp,
they take upon themselves a risk that no one else can ask.
Such greater love had only ONE to offer up His life.
The beauty of this move to save is divine sacrifice.

Aureate Dreams

Flood of anonymous agony 
inundates the debris of hope, 
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium  
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
            unlived,
transforms rapture garden 
into winter badland 
of foreboding discontent,     
            perceived.
 
Future meadow waits 
to be sauntered
            sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,                            
gilding rusted crust 
of weathering present,
           metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms 
in the Midas-touched mind,
           mesmerized.
 
Wrapped by golden rays 
of garnet sun,
setting sublime  
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone 
on sapphire life waves,
            broken, 
yearning psyche is drawn 
within the anguish trough,   
crashes on existential shore, 
shaped by the shadow 
of pearlescent past,
           petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle  
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
          d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..

The Boy and the Girl

The bees to the flowers
The ants to the colony
Termites to the wood
The boy to his girl

As the ants burrow in the hill
Wolves in a cave
And the worms in the dirt 
The girls heart is embedded
Into her lovers chest 

For she loves her 
as the boy loved the girl
The geese leave there home
When the summer comes round

Though, no summer would come
To mark the migration of her love
Left without a flap of wings
Or, perhaps, the boy ignored
The flight all along

The strength of the light
That inundates the lands
It is to rise upon

To was the sorrow the boy felt
When the girl sought to be happy
But he too was blinded 

The boy who couldn’t connect
With the girl he once held
Blame to be pinned on he
But only too late
For she was gone
And the boy was 
Alone

Mouse Story

the rain water inundates my home, 
and one day almost killed my little one, 
had to carry him across to a dry ledge,
and this is the story, every rain.
Kind sir, I said to the big mountain,
since you are so huge and so mighty,
can you please stop the rain?
There was no sound, 
amidst thunder and wind,
water kept pouring, running down the hill,
submerging trees and flooding the river.
I scampered back and forth, 
from my food stores to my home,
children get so hungry in the rain.
night vigil in my little deep tunnel,
amidst the brambles and stones,
to keep the venomous rattler out. 
bright day and the rain has died down,
and the house is dry. 
I counted the little ones and all is right.
If not the rattler, it is the fox, 
and the barn owl and then this rain!
I have decided to move home from here!
a cave where the big striped cat lives. 
my cousin says, it is added security!
“ever heard of  a mouse living with a cat?”
I sometimes laugh to myself.
The truth is sometimes, you are safer 
hiding with a known enemy 
than living with an inconsiderate friend.

Sanguine Senility

Eventide drizzle,
dainty ballerina
dances with tinsels 
of molten rainbow,
captured by twilight
transient, 
descends with rhythm
of cosmic ballet 
at the ebony edge  
of the onyx night,
the squashed sordid sky
enwrapped embellished,
waits to unfurl 
rain-rinsed petals
with aurora of afflatus
to embroider
with lattice of luminance 
the halcyon horizon,
splendorous.
	
Juvenile smile,
sparkling sapphire
of innate innocence 
configured intrinsic,
cascades as cheerful stream
in verdant valley 
of fleeting youth
for a nostalgic while, 
with ageless naïve aura 
inundates ignorant
the pristine plateau,
the unsullied face
flash flooded, 
waits expectant
at doorstep of destiny
hope would turn the time, 
drift away
dense obscurity dust,
reveal the fossilized smile 
on petrified portrait
in the crumpled canvas
of senile life,
sanguine.

Fighting Flowers

The changing of summer flora guards
Crying April  showers, tears usher in
The  softening of wintered earth, once hard
Now loosened up as  the Earth sheds its skin

The floral fists of flowers do begin
to jab and cross through intractable mud
collective conviction of  vernal kin
inundates the Southern meadows, a flood

A triumph to see, the seasonal bud
First  flowering in  May, the bees delight
Filling their honeycombs with golden blood
Their  busy bodies’ mysterious flight

From the palette of God, landscape painted
by fighting  flowers, jabbed, crossed and feinted

Reverse Midas Touch

The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope 
The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within 
Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived 
As the garden of rapture turns into bare badland. 
 
The meadow of future waits for me to be walked 
The alchemy of fantasy invents the magical glitter of gold 
Gilds the rusted crust of the withering present 
Marigold of ecstasy blooms in the Midas-touched mind.
 
Wrapped by the golden rays of the setting sun
The entranced mind rolls on the high waves of life 
Pulled within the gloomy trough of anguish   
Crashes on the shore shaped by the shadow of dismal past. 

The castle I build with golden sands disappears in the sea
And I follow over the decay the footprints of destiny
To the eroded wasteland of the time present
At the end of the aureate dream I dreamt.
   
_________________

December 22, 2022
Title Chosen : Reverse Midas Touch
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 15
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh

Garden Sunflowers

 Orange and yellow smiles
offer up nutritious seeds,
black oil nutty treats
for birds and me.

Nurtured by nature and the bees
sunflowers generosity is unbounded,
tall standing sentinels of summer
inspire serenades from the finches.

I pop a seed into my mouth,
yummy nutty goodness 
and listen to their songs;
warm elation inundates my spirit.



6-11-2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry ContestsBrian Strand

Advent of Spring

Advent Of Spring



Reemerging sunlight magically illuminate a darkened alpine summit

Cloud lingered for an eternity now banished amidst surviving spruce

Spores through withered ground sprout anew like a recurring comet

Pristine water inundates bank of anonymous river nourishing moose



Above urban landscape people taste remnants of a variety of smells

Relishing April showers children emulate elfin leprechauns carousing

Cabs defying limousines vie for fares portraying overzealous gazelles

Memories of winter beneath a bluer sky heralds the advent of spring











01/13/2018
West Palm Beach
Florida USA

The Sea Is Telling the Truth

She sits by the edge of the sea
Let the sea water inundates the shore and her legs
Cold and brushing
Heart splitting
As they are defrosted tears from the past
Only loneliness remains
Still looking out the sea for a happy return
But love lost in the sea will never be found
Listen
The sea is telling the truth
Up and down, up and down 
Flush flush flush
Whatever is gone, is gone forever

The Vessel

It’s the flow that energizes;
from brain to paper though it changes
from sparking though to inky pools;
emanations upon the page like,
fresh blood  from a wound.
I bleed words...
rhyming, redundant, mystical,
metaphorical; imagery drawn 
upon a blank canvas.

I have no choice, you see;
it comes and inundates my brain,
overflowing the grey cells with passion’s 
bliss, I pour...

Inspiration from nature’s very soul;
the world is a painting,
waiting to be revealed;
transcending the womb,
to wing its way to the page;
a butterfly upon its way.

My pen bleeds the soul
of eternal secrets;
it is the magic wand and
I am a channel,
for the universe...
I pour.

A Speck In the Ethers

Warm static pours,
inundates my being;
light of love,
Omniscience.

One with the All;
swimming in the void.
Consciousness I am;
a cosmic seed.

I feel everything, everyone;
everything, everyone is me.
Just a speck in the ether’s;
sliver of something greater than myself; 
I am a lesser god particle.
Then, I remember I have a mortal body
and fall from grace, 
straight into the clay.




7-13-2021
'A Brian Strand July 14' Poetry Contest
Brian Strand

A Day At the Pier

Seagulls gliding o'er the pier,
Their raucous cries caught in the wind.
They duck and dive without fear,
To snatch a fish as they descend,
While anglers to their lines attend.

The pungent essence of the sea,
Inundates the atmosphere,
And sand kicked up by briny breeze,
Stings and causes eyes to tear,
But sun is shining and sky is clear. 

A pelican roosts on a wooden post,
Napping lazily in the sun,
While children collect shells and boast,
Of which of them found the prettiest one.
A perfect day for having fun.

4/7/21

Lovely Ideas

Paper’s blank stare
haunting
frigid winter breeze
mocking
musings warm notions
memories
revelries and illusory
moments
haunting scenes hues
vignettes
an ineffable sacred
history
inundates overcomes my
senses
false fashions these
delusions
evocative and sublime
beguiling
vacated slowly razed
gutted
cast asunder aside
irretrievable
taunting lovely ideas
recede
languish and diminish
weaken
lovely ideas influence
eviscerated
tomb of unmistakable
oblivion.


(click on picture for Angst & Anger)

Flood

FLOOD
deluge
overflow

banks of mind erodes
emotions surge unbound
inundates yearning meadow

"debris of time present submerged"

September 15, 2020
Syllable count checked on PS Syllable counter 
Contest : Pyramids
Sponsor : Joseph May

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