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Below an aching sky of herringbone ...
Enfolded deep within a gamboge glen,
An old man sat recalling what had been
Unto the summers of his life, now flown.
This precious spot had given blossom to,
In arms of autumn, he and his true love,
For passion, falling like the leaves above
Upon the forest floor in moods of blue ...
Let burn, the fire of each late rendezvous.
For many years he'd hushed her silent call,
And now returned to set his yearning free ...
Like tender hearts, he'd leave her memory
Lost deep within the beauty ... of the fall.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Autumn Acrostic" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Falling" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Beautiful Fall" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 495 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
A flower facing sun am I.
I show to all a sunny face,
for light I love and that is why
I face the sun to feel its grace.
While lilting in the summer breeze,
a flower facing sun am I.
I have no thorns, but wish to please
by dancing underneath blue sky.
I smile at every passerby,
and wish no harm for anyone.
A flower facing sun am I,
who brightly stands till day is done.
No woe to others do I bring.
A sunflower until I die,
I hope to make your spirit sing.
A flower facing sun am I.
July 8, 2020
For Brian Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(19) any theme any form' Poetry Contest
Minds stratified in complexity
The layers different in all living
The psyche forms unique entity
On alien parasites it won’t cling.
In deep layers many secrets hide
Search of sub-conscious can’t find
Probing calls from world outside
Echo, can’t enter the closed mind.
A lone prisoner of own making
A cocoon in introvert isolation
I see all the ugly faces receding
Me stuck in web of self-adulation.
My clouded mind turns Nemesis
Makes a mirror of mirage for me
I look into it reaching the oasis
It is only me that I always see.
In self-adoration, a mad perception
I see a Narcissus in me lonely lurk
A secret morphing into obsession
Lies buried, insulated in the dark.
Written : December 4, 2017
Contest : Strand Select J, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff,
an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic;
there, under a blazing azure sky above,
an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada.
There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls,
eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter;
there, below the Ottawa River thunders,
and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon.
There, above in that cloudless sky canopy,
eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength;
there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors,
the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers.
A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars,
in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
once, the People owned all the wilderness,
they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed.
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April 29, 2016
Poetry/Verse/'The Lost Feather'
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1149-942-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Your Choice, Any Form, Any theme
Brian Strand
First Place
‘If I have the time’ is the phrase that ruins dreams,
If you listen to the excuses of those who fail, it seems.
It’s never due to talent or potential in their lives
It’s always due to time, upon which their failure thrives.
‘I could have been a football star or movie star’ they’ll say,
‘If I only had the time then it could have been that way’.
‘So, what is the thing, that steals your time?’ I ask,
Because each and every day contains enough hours for any task.
Maybe time is different for each individual soul,
Maybe that’s why they cannot, ever reach their goal,
Or maybe there’s a gremlin who always steals their time,
Maybe I’m just lucky that he never steals mine.
‘If I have the time’ seems to be an epidemic
Therefore, failure to do the things we need is surely academic,
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a convenient excuse
And ‘if I have the time!’ is the phrase we all abuse.
11th February 2020
Strand Select L, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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Whatever Weekend
Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,
As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted to the bird's melodies,
I travailed the character of it,
Simple yet well organized,
Amongst the laughter, ere rumored whisper,
Neath a yellow sky, midst squinting eyes,
Masses traverse and heed a rise to prosper,
Yonder the verdant meadow rest,
Spreads of marigolds and violet folds,
Concerts of pleasantries and greets confess,
A myriad of countless told's,
Ere me, couples digress,
In accompany of solitude,
Tis a time out that be abreast,
A sea of people floats a multitude,
Be it so accordingly,
As time drifts in emptied homes,
Consequently, there is aplenty,
As crowds trends above the loams,
A tad of clouds sparse the sky,
Disperses a legion directly afoot,
The grassland, not shade as far one espy,
Groups forward motion advances e'er square foot,
Gleaming sunrays whips into action,
Clouds impart a rainbow into the landscape,
As they convert into a diminutive and fade into a fraction,
And a colorful fancy fulfills a dreamscape,
The call of an afternoon squanders the present,
As Sun of a constant drops e'er so slightly,
Fingered flip-flops drape backsides, marks a day well-spent,
Chorale of winged birds past a flung open door, gradually,
As dusk crowned heaven undresses the night,
And a sequined of stars sparkle a whirling, whereat,
Slumberous thoughts transpire while well-kept dreams ignite,
Midnight's slide into a twilight that trips into dawn's golden chariot.
2020 February 22
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT Y ,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Beneath lamenting Payne's Gray skies
Shin-deep you wade your puddled lies
That weep from words in garish guise
To drown the embers once your prize
Like poison purpose - saddened sighs
Stale tears that leak from empty eyes
Yet christen those sweet fools, unwise
Like me who feign their somber highs
Though love, one jester's just demise
Once cursed the wind on which it flies
Hence you, and your tall, tangled tries
Can choke ... on all your compromise.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select 12, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "First Time Here - Any Monorhyme" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
Pray tell, who tore the neighbors’ flowers out?
What sort of child fell madly on their bed?
Surely one unruly and ill-bred!
What had it been that made this child pout
and then go out and ever dare to flout
the rule of being mannerly – to shred
those pretty blooms? Found out, she homeward sped.
She stood accused. The neighbors had no doubt.
And did this little girl’s heart fill with guilt
for her misconduct? She could not deny
what she had done. Why had such wrath been spilt
on flowers? Soon all knew what went awry!
Her father’s disregard had made her wilt,
so flowers felt her rage. I know. ‘Twas I.
Aug. 1, 2020
for the 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (16),any form,any theme' Poetry Contest
(a story related to me by my mother because I was so young I do not remember this!)
I love to go to the tranquil sea
a special place with treasures for me
I walk the beach, feet touching the sand
feeling the waves tickle as I stand
I spot a beautiful blue starfish
A sign of luck, I should make a wish
I want to grab it, but leave it be
Let it bring joy for others to see
As I walk away, I see it smile
I know saving its life was worthwhile
I look back, see it wink and now gone
I hope it has safely left, moved on
I realize the lesson today
To admire nature and walk away
Time to head back from the tranquil sea
Elated by what it gave to me
4/27/2020
Contest: Couplet - any theme, any length
Sponsor: Dear Heart
oh, my love,
what lull comfort
I find
shove clouds behind
catch a brief glimpse of
you above.
your face
etched layers.
I dream
of dawn yet,
lest forget
till earth and sky fret.
balmy rhythm reflecting
soul
breathes flaunting echo
7/12/2020
Edward Ibeh invented poem form, Yalto: Line 1 to 15: 3,-4-2,-4-5-3-2-3-2-3-3-5-6-1-5 syllables.
Strand Completely New(9) Any Form Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand