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Fires singe; build castles of dust and
the winds bring freedom.
Spirits riding the air, never need to rest;
bondage in an underground box is theft.
To rob a souls freedom; an unpunished crime,
based on fear, paranoia.
Ashes, clean and free;
the purifying holy dust;
that blankets Mother Earth’s spirit;
connects all life.
Life’s wheel, spins eternal;
rolling through back alleys of time and space.
The turning, mixes the holy dust and it settles, anew.
Fresh spirit dust waits for recycling;
that is the natural turning.
Life recycles life, as dust recycles dust.
The circle always, full cycle;
never completes;
it is a builder and it must build.
Written 3-7-19
For:"STANDARD CONTEST 190,any form,any,theme,upto a max of 20 lines Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Brian Strand, on 3-7-19
I only tell of sunny hours…
For me the trail of time disappears
in the depth of darkness at sundown,
but my mind doesn’t harbor any qualm,
I dream drenched in stardust of stellar sky…
I’ll trace the blazing heliacal trail
across another dazzling day waiting.
Let the beam of each new sun
slip on time-telling edge of your style,*
count the tides of time on the dial of life.
The chronology of your journey I’ll chronicle
as the defined shadow of soul revolves
around the static centre of timelessness
till it glitters in bliss eternal.
Watch with me the girdle of rotating time,
you’ll see the dawn open petals of wisdom,
in the best of times you’ll live the sunny hours…
(Note : *style is the edge of the gnomon which casts a
shadow on the sundial)
Written : February 4, 2019
April 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick 11, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I'm practically a ghost,
seldom seen.
I'm mounted on some traffic lights,
so ease up on the gas pedal!
You never notice me
unless your GPS is in use,
but I see you coming.
I never sleep on the job.
I see everything
day or night
rain or shine
I'm a road photographer.
I wonder why vehicles
never smile
when I take their pictures.
Perhaps they're angry
for their drivers as they know
a mailed citation letter
is a sure thing?
I'm a proud revenue cash cow.
I do not discriminate.
Rich or poor,
young or old,
I will penalize if
you exceed my speed limit!
Slow down road warriors,
or I'll bite a chunk
off your bank account!
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (25) ,any form,any theme
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date submitted: 08/18/2020
It Sucks Poetry Contest(N/A)
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Date written: 08/07/2020
Dear learned men and country folk,
Lend your ears to my talk.
Come to assist, not to perturb thy lives.
To reflect your wish, come in due course.
Never proclaim that I decide rulers
Humbly admit that you are my masters.
Realize that I am your franchise,
And it is only your right to exercise.
Be wise and learn how to assess
Otherwise, find yourself in an abyss.
Repentance didn’t help even Dr. Faustus
No sparing for your lame excuses.
Wait and think before you cast
Don’t tend to favors at any cost.
Or else, put up with till my next presence.
Be alert and act as per your conscience.
Contest: Brian's Select 4, any form, any theme
Judged on: 05/06/2020
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed : Honorable Mention
In dampened blur of violet dawn
as angels’ weep did touch upon
a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud -
to soften edges gauzy haze
that hug around these painful days
and mellow memories endowed
in sacred stillness of time gone.
In silent water droplets clear
is beauty precious every sphere
collecting on the silvern spires
midst leaf and scented lavender
reminding me of when we were
devoted in our love’s desires -
each flower holds a lost love tear.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The gift of love is what makes our world
spin on its axis; the most paramount of treasures
The greatest gift to the human race
Give love freely; give it to yourself, and to life!
What a spectacular thing to be addicted to?
Intoxicate your loved ones with it
God gave it to us so we could pay it forward
For it makes life worth living, and worth fighting for
We must give it as much as we receive it
This country of ours would be a better place
if we all treat each other with respect and dignity
and it starts with the gift of love. Let's reject hate.
Demons of hatred take our souls hostage
and leave it destined for destruction. Hate is...
ultimately slain by the healing power of love
We could make this world a better place
by helping to lift people drained by misfortune
with care and compassion, dissolving their woes
If we could do something that extraordinary
then our reason for living shall not be in vain.
Let's unhook the tentacles of hate by giving....the gift of love!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice C,Any Form,Any Theme Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/0/2020
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet (Winner: 9th Place)
Checked at https://www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 08/15/2019
In the invisible flare of the insane times
When all the bridges we built are burning
I wish to walk the remnant miles
Across the Rubicorn of doomsday fear
To the untamed wild country of yonder
Into the transmuted tranquility of the thicket
Where from the facet of the canopy crown
The sunset shimmer slips through the foliage
Filling the forest floor with mystic maze
Where I’ll let my shadow repose on quietude.
In the onyx waters of the emerald laced lake
The cadence of the pine-scented breeze
Designs the lattice of the rhapsodic ripples
Glistening entranced in the flashes of firefly light
Flickers entwined with filament of moonbeam
Kindling lucent lines of lamps in the dark alley
Where I’m toiling all the time in my journey
To find me for I’ve lost my way down the pathway
Searching for the serenity of sublime wilderness
Where I’ll let my sated soul reside in bliss.
April 10, 2020
Contest : Wild
Sponsor : Anthony Slausin
April 29, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick H, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I was still lying down,
As the danger bells imposed lockdown.
When the zephyrs coming through the net doors,
I tucked myself tightly in the covers.
The most euphonious sounds,
Echoing on and on in my ears.
Chirping and tweeting of birds,
Buzzing of dragon-flies,
Hoarse calls of cocks,
Warbling like symphonic notes.
The sweet fragrance of flora,
Blended with the aroma of Terra.
I thought I was in a delusion,
But the jargon caught my attention.
I looked through the window bars
Felt the aurora's rising rays.
For many decades I have lived here,
Never noticed such a joyful clamor!
The bliss of nature beyond my horizon,
For many years I have been in isolation.
I surmised…
Contest: Strand Pick A,Any theme,Any form
Contest Judged on: 16/04/2020
Winner : 1st place.
I penned a thousand lullabies 'bout you
Yet your lashes closed, tender
To the ends of those songs ...
You whispered sacred secrets to my name
Tied bright bows of dalliance
To the ends of each breath ...
Deep in your eyes my wand'ring soul resides
For I followed them homeward
To the ends of the earth.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Pick A Title, Vol 11 - Kimo" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = 10, 7, 6 X 3, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you
breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost,
scared, disheveled and emaciated.
You wander from street to street, town to town
aimlessly; your travels fraught with grave peril.
If you jumped the backyard fence and ran away...
please wander back home. Your family must be
distraught and looking for you! Why did you flee?
Or were you abandoned in the middle of nowhere?
Whoa! Danger! Danger! Danger! Steer clear
of busy highways! Do not cross. Please turn back
Don't run from me; let me rescue you!
Where do you go when winds howl in
bone-chillingly cold nights? In my mind's eye,
you're trembling as you whimper in discomfort
As you bear the brunt of the harsh elements,
the sword of damocles hangs over your neck
like a leash, and death casts its shadow from above
Beware! Don't wander into roads with busy traffic!
Watch out for cars whizzing by! The likelihood of a fatal
accident is extremely high! If only you'd realize ...
how unsafe you are roaming these streets!
Danger lurks everywhere your four legs take you!
Poor thing, don't be afraid. Let me save you!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice A,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/09/2020
Submitted for...
Warning Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Date written: 02/27/2020