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Premium Member Mirror On Reflection Part Three

I descried a ghostlike glimpse,
of steel breath on blunt mirror,
   as my taut brain mulled scars,
from fractal bleak life motif,
   zooming over skewed glass,
reflections glum and forlorn,
   black ink eye ring capture,
shadow, shade, or shield,
    brittle convex, abject cog,
whoa, my frail image riven 

Buoyant pneuma projects,
   stuck on screen mimicry,
impact ray remedial dent,
on jumpy jitter edge twin,  
   shaft between rotated a plus,
my geometric bent wavelength, 
mere focal countenance, 
    epoch elapsed pier gaper,
morphing current field of view,
   behind hollow sphere’s mask   

Silver, aluminium, gold metal,
     counterpart to my snapback,
   curved aspect to visual plane, 
optical illusion now infinite,
   refurbish bone-weary scraps,
as sinistral dextral frontispiece,
  august neck crane of aperture,
    green speck tunnel sighting,
a trick of the light axial ploy,
prism dispersing faux rainbow
  
 Jagged shard bias plummet, 
    obsidian or shinning copper,
 glint and glare bounce factor, 
     mirror varnish vandalised,   
  leafy quatrefoil resemblance,
harsh hallucinating peep,
    stiff lens on prior passage,
when aghast, shrill alarm,
     might re-echo or resonate,
with latent shock imprint

Acoustic wobbled surface,
    noise returns sunny splatter,
merriment exuberant audible,
    etched in sonic brush strokes,
  interstitial dual facade,
splits a gleam diffuse,
   watch my smirk refract,
is that mirror cracked?
   off its alloy succour,
stone hearted crop

Rent beads amass,
   one shrunken clone,
me in smithereens,
   asides a plethora,
fraught mien on exhibit
Form: Verse


Premium Member Treasures

TREASURES
mesmerising
  asides
reside
to
display
the
extraordinary
&
delicate
blooms

a choice
narrative
survives
gently
  resides
in
patterned
  fragments
swirling
 in the
spectacular
detail
so
  apposite
&
contemporary

a foraged
 signifiance
monumental
precious
of
  intention

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
Form: Other

Premium Member Gallery

GALLERY
a
splash
 of colour
&
 joy
brought
exhilaration
  a repurposed
compulsive
fascination
with
 intensity


an affectionate
 motifs
so
graphic
in
a light
hearted
 brief
of
accessibility



a lifetime
opportunity
in
 nuanced
space
a
conceit
 of
created
vanity

 original
entire
a
 sound
 comparative
so
 self-effacing
& dismissive
accolades
of
asides
 out loud
of
inspiration
 stretches
so
far back


an obvious
connection
between
vision
&that
of
colour
to draw
attention
to a show
 of
the
scale
&survey
the
gaiety
  so
playfully
ornamental
topped
with shards
 of turquoise
 like
 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
Form: Other

Drive By

A car passing 
Slowly
Maybe finding an address
Gray sky
Snow on the road
Sleet falling
Untidy garbage cans 

Observations

The driver sees me
Watching from a high window
Who is she in the car
That drives so slowly
Who looks at me here

Question mark

We watch each other for a pause
I point ahead 
She drives that way
I don’t know who she is
I don’t know why
I sent her that way

Rhetorical posits

My pointing was a thought
My watching was a thought
And she - just a thought

Enigmatic asides

The street is empty now
The window empty
Both gone
Wind plowing drifts
Into darkness

Inconclusive resolution

A circle almost completed

Premium Member Early Morning: Breccbairdne 1

Froggy is croaking
Somewhere where it’s boggy
He’s steering them clearly
A lighthouse, that froggy

Yearlings are frisky
Delightful, these dear things
But dawn is right risky
So fly, flee, you yearlings!

Morning is breaking
It’s sounding a warning
An astounding sunrise
A marvelous morning

Dillo is rooting
She’s billowed the pillow
Oh man, that’s the missus
Sounds darned like a 'dillo

Toady's exploding
A regular roadie
No stopping his hopping
He's touring, this toady

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Irish quatrains with 5x/6a/6x/6a, 2-syllable end rhymes, alliteration, internal and/or cross rhymes, and same start/end word. Seems like they sort of work for children's rhymes...

https://www.writersdigest.com/poetic-asides/breccbairdne-poetic-forms
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Post Hoc Palava

A thousand words later
we’re still talking.
I know I’m being reflexive,
this banter a transparent way
to paint clowns on speech bubbles;
ripostes that ricochet off any real wit.

Later still, alone in my head - the replay,
the should have said and the unsaid.
Witty repartee are invented,
not only as late additions
but as inserts, addendums, and edits
in an ongoing discourse.

Some words still hang in the air,
digitized like finger bones.
A back and forth exchange
of words ping-ponging along
as afterthoughts.

Next time we chin-wag
my comebacks and rejoinders
will be better timed and scripted,
unless of course you also
have been rehearsing yet more
retorts and asides.

Wordsmith

Suddenly he is gone
His words unspoken
And, more sadly, 
Unwritten

Some said he’d been a preacher
He could certainly hold a crowd
Teasing them and pleasing them
As he spoke his words aloud
A painter of word pictures
Spoken with verve and style
With asides and interjections
Every random once in a while

A spoken word performer
One of that select band
Who could hold an audience
In the palm of his hand
A raconteur and humorist
A veritable bright spark
Love his work or loathe it
But he certainly left his mark

Now suddenly he is gone
His words unspoken
And, more sadly,
Unwritten

Rest In Peace

Premium Member Our Chief End

Though it seems
that somehow
things are not
quite right now,

When the end
is in sight,
He will put
all things right.

Is life fair?
Thank God, not.
We misjudge
our dire lot.

Standards used:
others’ wrong;
shadows cast:
dark and long.

Gravity:
where begin?
Misperceive
weight of sin.

Cast our cares
upon him;
comes the day
He’ll stand in.

Our chief end:
enjoy Son
for all time,
praise works done.

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Kind of bizarre - this is an Irish quatrain called a 'Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire', but it just appears to be a quatrain with xaxa rhyme scheme and 3-syllable lines... A bit of a mouthful for something so simple...

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member How To Harness a Cantankerous Mule

'Tis well known that mules are a very stubborn breed,
So 'tis well to keep that point in mind ere you proceed!
They've been known to bite and they have a mighty hefty kick.
(So, how to harness a mule?  Very carefully and you must be quick!)

First, you should tie the mule to a sturdy post in an open area.
This will provide you room to move about and lessen his hysteria!
Grab the collar and slide the wider open end over the mule's ears.
(While doin' this, whisper sweet nothin's to him to calm his fears!)

Fasten the hames to the collar and drape the traces over his back.
Tuck the crupper under his tail makin' sure it is somewhat slack.
Tighten the girth ensurin' it's tight, then, fasten the bellyband.
(Take a break to bind the wound where he nipped you on the hand!)

The reins are carefully threaded through the saddle and collar guides.
(You're forgiven when he steps on your foot and you holler naughty asides!)
Now, slip the halter and bridle over his ears and place the bit in his mouth.
Walla! You're ready to hitch him to the plow to turn those forty acres south!

Well, so what you may ask?  Why all this fuss about harnessin' a mule?
Because you may be required to harness one someday and not look the fool!
Furthermore, with the price of gasoline risin' at the pump nowadays,
You may need to get a mule and buggy and change your gas-guzzlin' ways!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Brevity

though long loftier are visited much 
like space empty needed seeing some stars
your wisdom scales twice thrice at least as such
brings peace ends bloody loud proud wicked wars

less more deeply thought seals the sentence fought
upfront counting costs gains what matters most
asides any passions which wrath has wrought
humbly speaking what all others would boast
 
exceptions abound all you only one
heart once longing can no longer endure
when love finds disappears passion's deep fun
or holding true forever fixed and sure

falls victim arbitrary disease death
builds wall thick long tall none can ever climb
memory pain lingers each ev'ry breath
capacity drops words cease out of time

quiets all long-winded pseudo gravity
calms hears soothes sighs sees always brevity
Form: Sonnet

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