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Written: April 26, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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It comes in sizes
small
medium
large
In an array of styles
artistic
trendy designs
vibrant colors!
a chair is like a friend
you've always dreamed of
it's as refreshing as a soft breeze
it's there for us at any hour
in every nook and cranny
anywhere we need it
they are made for our backsides
offering a haven for relaxation
whether for reaching for stars
indulging
sleeping
loving
playing
eating
or whatever else your heart desires
just as the earth cradles us as our home,
a chair invites us to share our
stories
& experiences
It welcomes everyone
black
white
Asian
rich
poor
a celebrity
a politician
middle class
everyone fits
Imagine a world without a chair
life would be so tough
picture a chair nested in snow
or standing proudly on granite or marble
more than a bed
more than a stylish hat or cozy house—
a chair is uniquely designed for one thing:
to hold
It's a sanctuary for our quick and bendable souls!
Botticelli takes a warm bath.
Springtime in arcadia,
The Grace chicks are a threesome.
I tend to ignore the other stuff that's going on.
For triplets
they each have their subtle differences
The girls are demure,
yet they seem to be hoofing a sexy gavotte.
We need a Maypole,
I guess the Italians outnumber the English
in Elysium.
They are as soft as a pillow dream.
I wonder if they ever pillow fight -
a pajamaed affair designed
to arouse Pan and all his
goat faced minions.
It's lambing time
and the ladies
are bouncing merrily.
One day I might take note
of what else is happening
in the painting,
pull it all together
with a few well-chosen observations.
Probably, even then
there will be some odd twigs,
or bendable twists of green
I can't weave together,
no matter how hard I try.
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
Lies & Fantasies fill my head
All racing through while laying in bed
Sleep should be on my mind
But no peace of mind can I find
My life is not what I wanted it to be
The world is what I wanted to see
Sunsets and sunrises all over the globe
My cards are a bust and I'm looking to fold
I can win the next hand, I'm told
Who I am has become so mental
All I want is someone bendable
Someone to take it all
Deep, in the back of my mind
Happiness should be the wish u find
Not sad, scary, bloody, gory, people who r deadly
The love I have in my heart weighs heavy
It can also keep me steady
My decisions should not need leverage
Life should not be so negative
I want positivity in my times of need
Not a dark cloud to come and shower me
Could love survive this big of a fall?
Love should overcome all
Lies & Fantasies fill my head
It is my mother’s birthday today.
She is 87.
87 and weighs 121 pounds.
121 pounds of ridiculous energy
She holds exercise classes
For the 90 year olds in her
Apartment buildings
Her students are 91 and 97
They are probably lying on their
Backs right now with their legs in the air doing
Bicycle circles.
She will not walk with
Her friends unless they
Say it is okay to run
In circles around them
As they walk because
They are so
S l o w
She has never broken
A finger or an arm or anything.
She is as bendable as a willow.
She could teach yoga masters
How to be pliable.
That is my 87 year old mother
One of the resourceful books unbeatable;
Children’s love, care and comfort biddable
Is none better than Reader’s Digest – capable.
Articles, reports, jokes and anecdotes audible;
All are present in it; all are undoubtable.
Changing the mindset of students capable
Is a new, systematic thing coachable.
Changing the world and its cannibal
Into the virtues and values bindable.
Explaining itself if anytime culpable;
And so is famous for being countable.
Teachers, parents, students ennoble
Reader’s Digest for not being enfeeble.
Leaders or followers who are like a crucible
Change their minds and be bendable.
Behaviour and conduct – key undoubtable
Will keep you atop, elevated, lofty and able.
My flexibility has been recorded by practically no one
Yet it is my greatest, most brilliant, terrific superpower.
I have moved thirty-seven times, and have had twenty-eight jobs.
Along for the ride were three daughters and a zoo of animals.
My husband used to come in and say “pack up, we’re moving.”
We moved dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs, rabbits.
We moved and moved and moved and moved and moved.
I ended up attending over thirty colleges, some no longer than two weeks.
I am flexible, I told myself, I am bendable, I will not break. I will smile.
I jumped into new situations with enthusiasm, hope, eager to please.
I found friends, I volunteered, I played hard, I walked, I ran, I played hard.
Flexibility is my most obvious super power, and I have done well with her.
My product's diurnal, nocturnal,
Forever and aye, Eternal.
Rarer than a diamond coin,
Yet impossible to purloin.
Bendable, but won't break,
Though stretched till it ache.
Beloved of gods, high and mighty:
By the Lord of Hosts; and by Aphrodite.
Possessed by so very, very few;
Per Shakespeare--only by King Lear's Fool.
Priceless is its valuation,
Utterly immune to deflation.
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You know, I'd sell the world the TRUTH;
Yet were I to claim there's a buyer,
I'd be a true liar.
Harvest of Mind
by Odin Roark
Acres of mirrors
Reflecting yesterdays upon today
Refracting wisdom’s tundra of experience
Into regret's abstract lessons.
How flexible
This mind of bendable energy,
Linking limbotic senses
Into a synaptic playground
Where one’s child-like recess plays perpetual.
Discovery beckons,
Hoeing brain’s porous marl
Bearing not the sweat of work,
Rather seedling’s preparation,
The cultivation of pain and sorrow’s rich compost,
The irrigation of past years’ yield,
That foundation of trial and error’s natural reward.
As each day's light finds horizon’s solace,
We slumber into mind’s picturesque growth,
Participating in collage-dreams,
Challenging synaptic connections
Smiling or crying,
Winning or losing,
We either concede as spectator
Or become a player,
A harvester of continuance,
The perpetuation of cognition’s daily bread.
Yes
‘Tis wondrous property we carry about.
Respected, it thrives.
Neglected, it weeds.
Rejected…
But a fossil-in-the-making.
I woke up forlorn and hollow inside of me
oh yes I was pretty darn melancholy
I was funky blue and my glass was totally empty
wanted to curl up into nothingness . . .
I took my dismal self to the bathroom
looking in the mirror I hated my hair
why did it have to be so long and lanky and bone straight
my eyes stared back at me blank
I should cut it (my hair that is) get some curls and volume
oh but I cannot do that my hair is my strength
I really dislike my face today . . .
I try on some different plastic smiles (lifeless)
someone told me yesterday I looked like a barbie doll
that's right- barbie with plastic bendable arms and legs
promise I won't move 'cause I am stiff plastic not pliable plastic
I want to kiss the person who invented hoodies
this wooden excuse for a girl is planning on hiding in one
with this river of hair and the hoodie I should be invisible to all
and any conversation will be futile and a waste of your time
oh that's just great dance class at 10- odd, I feel quite alive now . . .
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February 26, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/My Empty Plastic Smile
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