Long Augments Poems

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Premium Member Splendor In the Grass

*Image of Couple Love Nature by Pixabay*


Splendor In The Grass


Humbly, I forage nigh the Irish springs,
In earnest quest of a four-leaf clover,
Augments my spirit a bit of luck brings,
A rainbow bridge where love can crossover.

Lucent fairies wand dreams magically,
As waxen clasped wick gifts a spark inflame,
Said be true interludes that passion be,
Deep within vessels for lovers to claim.

Moist arrow tips with a potion of lure,
Propel assuredly for patient hearts,
Pierce beating veins and ignite the amour,
Serenade a moonlit dance, hope imparts.

Guesswork fumbles in broad daylight splendors,
As nightfall conspire diverse stargazers.


2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 21
*3rd Place*
Love Me Like You Mean It
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver: Judged 2020 January 20

*HMS & RZ
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Impressions

rich inspiration
complements
 &augments


at
that
crucial &
 originals
positioned
 so
precisely
 identified
 theme


a  movement’s
heightened colour
impresses
with descriptive
 energy
shifting &
contorted

yet
 beguiling
displayed
makes beauty
  apparent&
identifiable
  as
a conceit

in
a
sense of
 the emphatic
stillness
    splices
the
enchanting
unending stream
into
a
strange wonder


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

Oblivious To Reality

One major advantage
     since receiving
     social security
     disability ah...dunno,
     about a half hoof doe
     zen years {courtesy,

     sans my (own)
lee wrecking ball,
essentially schizoid
     personality disorder} -
     (yea, mon a
 
     far out, groovy,
     and feel line good
     diagnosis to call
me very own) - with
what ewe euell
     might not bull

     heave ramifications - from
     (back before 
     prescription medication
     sigh hood dell lick
     days that used
     tubby mine normal) -

with near fall
ling over edge into abyss -
     sensation quite gall
lee maw free in the hall
of the mountain king - christ
more accurately housed

     in stone temple
     as paunchiest pilot
pulling major drug heist
     battling o'er what appeared
tubby over priced
     placebo heavily spiced

     strictly intended for this
     emotionally hide bound
his debilitating crip
     pulling noggin - crowned
with blunt object triggering
anxiety/ panic attacks,

I could expound
til cows come
     home to roost -
     (real funny seeing bovines
     getting off the ground)

     out there along trailways,
     corralled by severe
     barking from one
     bus size grey hound
one pet smart
     pooch also doubles

     up as pet therapy - renowned
far and wide to alleviate
     illogical, neurological, and
     physio logical symptoms wound
     like a tight coil 
     helping abate

     such profuse perspiration 
     dripping by the crate
full, which augments dehydration,
     thisa vicious circle game, 
     I “GERALD” do HATE!

Behind the Closed Door

BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR

Behind the closed door, a brew of brazen pain
Like a geyser gushes out, woe-filled teary rain
When in midst of all, pretense of happy smile
Though in heart flows, sorrow like the Nile
Of torture, of torment: tides secret sweep the brain
Disloyalty, Dreams demolished and the missed train
Blatant scene of none to pull the chain!
Leaves us distraught at least for a while
Behind the closed door....

Augments our agony, if to all we try to explain 
Some good is to conceal, like the beetles their death they feign
As we walk alone , stronger we grow, in search of safety isle
Few miles though turbulent, we 'll learn to reconcile
Gather we slowly, inner-strength and lost hope to regain
Behind the closed door.


©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rondeau

Premium Member Fear


The dreadful storm brews in the horizon recess,
my old boat sailing in the turbulent river tosses.
Rains come in terrifying torrents from leaking space,
my frail house struggles to stand in place.

Unrestrained intolerance spreads like deadly virus, 
thrusts my trust onto the brink of looming menace. 
Terminal disease strikes the mortal blow,
my body knows its vulnerability isn’t low.

Clouds of insecurity surge with tempest severe,
agonized mind sucked into the whirlpool of fear
swirls in the vortex of noxious fright of gale,
divested of the feeling that fear could be notional.

When life saunters on my own pathway, I feel proud,
but soon it’s full of intruding aliens of nameless crowd.
In the clutch of xenophobia I suffer in distress, 
for I am scared of the unfamiliar otherness.

The journey’s end seems to be in dire plight,
as the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t in sight.
The scared senses feel the air of hazard unknown,                                
where wrecked hope piles up in trepidation zone.

Prudence augments my fear growing in qualms deep,
can’t rationally control the state causing panic to creep.
Wisdom doesn’t allay fear, an artifact of emotion innate, 
but provides the acuity to face it with strength sedate.

The end is engraved in the beginning, I can’t disown, 
for I’m constantly alarmed to face the unknown
at the final ordained milepost; the truth frightens me, 
as all the time I fight fear, my worst enemy.
Form: Rhyme


Death Jars, Nixes, and Rattles Mine Sense and Sensibilities

Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone

to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish, plus last will and testament
won't include burial and/or headstone
cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone
cremation as ecologically friendly option
scattering ashes to parts known
someday... yours truly will too
succumb to the dead zone.

Stark reminder to live fully an urgent yen
to live life fullest between now and when...
ever yours truly exits
stage door left, perhaps ten
twenty, thirty... eighty, ninety, one hundred...
additional orbits around sun

a remarkable human phenomenon
(me) courtesy mine burning ken
bequeaths modest minute man
near accursed immortality longevity totaling even
score of years counting (crows)
and father time among his brethren.

Distress unavoidable which mortality doth bring
nevertheless, tis impossible mission
to eradicate pain and suffering, which doth sting
consolation assuages grief, viz prayer
and buttressing coping with spiritual wing
profound absence augments biting zing.

Biological reproduction begetting offspring
lodging within uterine abode
subsequent in utero development
regarding accretion embryonic node
biological algorithm doth automatically encode,
nevertheless longevity invariably affected
no doubt courtesy lifestyle mode.

Random crapshoot luck of the draw offspring born
genetic blueprints also decree existence transient
parents emphatically teach progeny
got no choice must inform

daughter(s), and son(s) ineluctably forsworn
demise bound with birth certificate presents horn
of dilemma conscious the next generation
granted only so many Earth orbitz around sun.

Once grim reaper deftly
communicates I must bid adieu
eternal hasta la vista to kith and kin
please don't shed a tear for generic
germane admirable bad company crew
member, albeit healthy as an ox
never got the flu,

an atheist doubting thomas
though genealogy records
incorporate many a cynical Jew
at least one legendary antiestablishmentarian
gleaned within mine purview
shunned, ostracized and banished to Xando.
Form: Rhyme

let's not forget the tragedies

the great debate is once again upon us
 let the augments begin
the pro and cons list is drawn up 
        so let’s argue
on who is wrong and who is right
  
   so when both side cases are answered for
and they tally up the scores
there are no real winners
                                   only losers
neither place is one we need to be

 united is a word that needs 
                                         to remain free
so lets not sit on the left 
                                       or the right
it’s in the middle which seems  
     the right place to be

let’s not forget the tragedies
             from the past
and let the future begin now

keep the past inside history books
           inside our minds
       within the stories told

from generation to generation
    it needs to remain true
       to keep the spirit alive
a sprit that has survived
                                     centuries
      it should never be lost
                    to the great expense

it was also born out of hardship
         and  a will to survive
to form an identity
                        mate ship 
                  and national pride 

as the song goes:
   “we are one, and we are many” 

once the waterhole had poison water
now the pen flows with poison ink
and many angry fingers type on twitter feeds
it’s a place where ignorance is king
                         and the bigots song does sing

do we really need this
                                        to unite

so now
two fires are now burning
and they are burring
                          out of control
 we need to respect both fires 
  for respect goes both ways

not towards
         which fire
                  is burning 
                            the brightest

                                      __________________________
*January 26 is Australia Day our national day, a day which should unite this wonderful country but the day has ended up being very decisive …
© Markus Jay  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Blandishments

Behind the lively discourse is to fill the placement
Lovely familiarity before the main statement
After gallivanting the parlor is the pavement
Nice conversation, just void of any argument
Direct intentions, hidden in sweet scenting fragments
Indirect message, passing through a nice compartment
Sentences, garnished in honey for any treatment
High is the soul, not knowing of a waiting shipment
Mere praises, soaked in the bloated tales of achievement
Each applause, a segment to land into the moment
Not a clue, what is coming as the main part augments
Talk for loyalty, the formula for some government
Silver is made gold in words to push for a movement
Form: Acrostic

Heat Lightning

Hello my friend heat lightning!

How beautiful you are!

All of the sky alighting -

Exploding shooting star!


Illumined and transparent

Bathing the sky like milk -

Weaving the webs apparent

Of white majestic silk!


White, yellow, luminescent -

You shimmer through the clouds!

Delicate, iridescent,

And making not a sound -


Shining each place, all over,

Completely unafraid

In platinum, in silver -

Like cobwebs overhead!


And through them beams like sunshine

The electrical charge -

The unremitting passion

Of universe at large!


And then the rain starts drizzling

And thunder then erupts

Gentle, magnetic, sizzling -

Like coffee from a cup -


And as comes forth the power

Which in it was contained

The sky, on midnight hour,

Erupts like cannonnade!


Like nerves spread out and screaming,

Like bursting light-filled veins,

The lightning punctures Seeming

And augments joy and pain -


Is frame for all illusion

With its electric light -

Who can bear this intrusion?

Who can believe this sight?


The nerves of man, spilled out

And bursting in the sky!

Hate, fear, worry, doubt

In heaven - how? Why? 


What makes you, and who are you?

You, madman's random trails,

You, baobabs on fire 

You, masts without sails!


You, turmoil effervescent!

You, agony and glee!

You, passion incandescent!

Are you now seeking me?


I'll see you and I'll feel you

I'll sense you in my heart

The truths you are revealing

That you wish to impart,


And with my feet on gravel

And head held out high

I'll watch the roads you've traveled,

Unraveled, in the sky.

Premium Member Elegant Dance

Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.

Attired in red and blue of simple elegance 
Glorious style augments swirling excellence
Left arm risen high points gracious eminence
Finger tips lift vivid attire in quiet eloquence.

Golden bangles adorn wrists flirting in stare
A lone yellow flower crowns her silky hair
Folded right arm obstructs in a defiant dare
Index finger hides grief, eyes closed in prayer.

Head turned right, arched with sculpted flair
Tense neck muscles manifest muted despair
Open fingers gesture a stealth grievous flare
Air of intellectual grandeur opulently glares.

Ponder why the painter didn't show her eyes
Discover invisible pain vibrant colors disguise
Beneath the splendor lies a hidden surprise
Cultural dance-music echoes her silent cries.
 

September 22, 2017
Placed 1st:Poems that paint a picture
Painter: Anna Razumovskaya
Sponsor: Silent One
HM: Strand choice U contest by Brian Strand
art
Form: Quatrain

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