Long Anathema Poems
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desire
themes
at least
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to be
explored
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an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
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concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
more
receptive
to
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
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
They laugh and roll their eyes when I
stand up for heroic western types,
for pulp-adventure, and old-school action,
they say this shouldn’t bring satisfaction.
With a haughty air they claim it’s cheap,
‘mere entertainment,’ and nothing deep.
As if popcorn films stink up the joint,
methinks these ‘elites’ are missing the point.
Entertainment plays a vital role
in countering a world that takes its toll.
We have minds that spin off perfect dreams
in a world that seems anathema to these.
We live with urges burning inside,
yet suppress them and work to stay alive.
We each ‘know’ how things ‘should’ go,
but it rarely does…such a heavy blow.
The stress this builds, it never leaves;
too much of it and your stomach bleeds.
How many would resign to this fate
if there were not some way to escape?
Even if it’s but an hour of two,
it’s a pressure-valve we all must use.
Even the professors who love to lecture,
will, if pushed, admit to guilty pleasures.
If we watched only ‘difficult’ films
the weight of life would only build.
If the internet was all snowflake crap,
the stress would build, until we snapped.
So perhaps instead of the mockery
we should recognize the necessity
of those who create just to entertain,
without them we’d all be half-insane.
Besides what good is a message true and dear
if the story around it bores to tears?
I doubt the viewers will be absorbing
all that much from something so boring.
Better to wrap it in a hectic fury;
be it bloody, manly, mad, or lurid.
And if they learn nothing, you still have this:
nothing really escapes the subconscious.
Now enough of this whole ranting mode,
let’s all go watch bad things explode…
Families
and communities,
hopefully becoming like extending families,
and that would make them some form of faith communities,
relying exclusively on top-down authorities
to empower today
and tomorrow's cooperative faithfulness
to ourselves
to each other
to Earth
to the Universe, perhaps,
are also families and communities
under-invested
suboptimizing
bottom-up maturing co-empathic responsibilities
to learn nutritional elements
and synergetic trends we democratically trust
and multiculturally feel
for their optimizing wealth of health potential.
And, those other darker
not clearly articulating our Golden Ruling DNA-RNA heritage,
and those clearly distrusted
as anathema growing trauma's immunities from growing healthy egos
and evolving nutritiously faithful communities
and Earth's regenerative spiral trends,
bilaterally co-arising
ego/eco consciousness of Earth
as sacramental cooperative fulfillment
further seeking positive faithful WWW promise,
Win self-economics
Win Other ecologics
Win Earth ecosystemic
organic spacetime
0-soul co-investing moments.
What cooperative fulfilling authority goes down
equivalently invites and resonates with
co-empathic promising responsibilities
emerging from below shared daydreams,
not nightmares,
rising synergetically up.
Climates of health recycling down
so landscapes of wealthy global democracy
rise revolutionary
and sacramentally
and cooperatively
organically up.
Earth's changing from above climate
seeps up and sweeps down
into each community's communicating climates
ectosymbiotic and endosymbiotic
creolizing and transubstantiating
into and around
each individual's internal climates
of organically faithful experience
and desecrating despair, dismay, competing dissonances,
and, so, thereby,
sacredly vice versa,
preferably more actively cooperative Win+Win
than reactively competitive Win v Lose
capitalistic and patriarchal
over-extended
and extractive
gamesmanship.
Families
as organic communities
cooperate best both sweeping up
and seeping sacredly down together
of and for tomorrow's greatest polyamorous faithfulness,
and minimal monoculturing
climates of despair.
those moments i hold
when love held me
jewels that adorn my memory
some are of you
others are lodges far deeper
a populated field of young
wannabe future all-stars
filling a sandlot full of future
where wild horses reign free
you lost in hugging the dog
the cat cuddles up next to you
even deeper those pigtails
the temptation before me
how else do you tell them
I have it bad for you
which I had perfected
the moment I saw you
that instant love brings you
into its' sweet embrace
and so I measure life
as such
these jewels within memory
and nothing in life may intrude
bitterness stands as an anathema
before Grace
I give no quarter to resentments
because I have no expectations
wherever life takes me
this is the only bag I carry
love's sweet embrace
life is a miracle
deserving a devotion of gratitude
Oregon 7/23
Kaduna my beloved city
My bedevilled hometown
In a duel with itself
Held by the jugular for its
very soul
A fight for the life of my beloved
A vice grip has caused splinters
into
Arabia and Jerusalem a great divide.
Oh! how I mourn for my beloved city!
Countless are the duels fought on the
streets of the city
The hustle and bustle drained in
dusk to dawn curfews
Moving within the old city with fear and
trepidation.
Kaduna my home city gone awry
Once the cradle and star of the North
Now on the threshold of decline.
A shift to the south of the Kaduna river
Oh! how I long for the former yonder years
that the.nights were like daylight
Never a dull moment
Friends from across the river divide
such friends now an anathema
Now only whispers of their names remain.
Kaduna, my beloved city oh how i long for
your return to the peace and tranquility of
yester years
(Written on the 28th of October, 2015.)
Blades blow left then over again
turning, spinning in the breezy wind
a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
hot air spewing normalcy, progressive ideologies anathema,
rotating blades sharp and precise, cut the fat, hewn a lie,
cooled agitation chills the condemned bureaucracy;
ignite the stretch and roll, the hiccup and the loudmouth yawns
dulled by stilled silent roars, loud and tempestuous hypocrisy
the electrifying pulses, ball, and fire pause and wait
an electro dynamo, impotent bully boys;
list the names as you will,
don't hold back quiet or still
oaths to their inner pride
shout independence, free speech and free will
loud and bold untethered to the skies
there is a little truth in every lie
where we go one -
Do we go all?
Well, maybe next time.
for Biting Satire
contest sponsor Edward Ibeh
3/3/21
Her independence deferred
History wipe, silenced in denial
Component of family unit secure
Current form stands as emblem
Entirety kindly quiet unheard
Cleansed of horror occured
Corpses buried won't stand trial
Heinous parade she could endure
Hosts pretense without problem
Outline dent, identity blurred
Safe matriarch role preferred
Sedating sandarac sent via smile
Dizzying aphrodisiac calamine cure
Disarming smooth cabochon gem
Exhibits traits 1950's referred
Dissolved scrag, unburdened
Drama curtains pull closing titles
Screenplay prosperity props are pure
Scripted mid century holds them
Outcast character murdered
Eleventh of New Year Era
Give me one moment to reflect
On wonted scenery once erect
The steel, glass and wood all made
A home for birds, and those who trade
From here, there, all did see (unless
housed in a cave) Hollywood on TV
Land of the free, Home of the brave
Brandishing banners with God's Holy Name
Pitiful shadows dance when we stir
Given voice from the Puppeteer
Those towers stand in our mind's eye
Etched in retro, the old New York skyline
A warning? God forbid some say
Unsung heroes receive their just acclaim
Poetic justice? Verdict delayed
The sun rose again, the Eagle soared frayed
Our savior trod to Golgotha
We too will walk the road anathema
Remembering when. looking forward to
(Nothing borrowed, blue or old) something new
They gathered all the scientists
And blue checked folks with clout,
Then casting wisdom in the fire,
The flattened curve jumped out.
To keep the folk from reveling,
Presumed to cause the spread,
They tried to lock the virus down,
Got nursing homes instead.
The jab, developed at warp speed,
Anathema to the left,
Became a tool political,
A means for freedom’s theft.
The truth: the experts do not know;
They’re really flying blind.
To come up with decisions made,
You’d think ‘twas all designed.
Our leaders do not bear all blame;
The culpable, entwined.
For it appears the people too
Lost their collective mind.
See, not much changed since long ago,
When Mo came back to town,
And gave the bitter medicine:
The golden calf, drunk down.
And so the “pure” get Omicron,
The unwashed get it too.
There’s blame enough for all to share
Before this thing is through.
What learn we from this episode?
One takeaway’s a must:
Imperative, the choice we make
In whom we place our trust.
At the very pinnacle of the authority chain, heaven reveals the necessity for government
Rivalry against God from the hands of Lucifer demanded policing and a chief among angels
Contrary to the belief of many, self-government is ideal, but it does not work universally
However, humans will often go beyond the line of necessity with too much government
Barriers, borders, and limitations are one thing; 'Overreach' and 'Bureaucracy' are another
In the New World of the early settlers, they desired a government without bishops and popes.
Similarly, the American style of government was enameled with vital 'Checks and Balances'
Holy men had to be held accountable, and 'the divine right of kings' was simply anathema
Once I heard it said that the governments that govern best are those that govern less
Power in the hands of mere men must always be linked directly to God, the source of all power
02052020PoSpCtest, Archbishop, Julia Ward