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As wartime’s ending leaves behind
scarred traces of its furious hunts,
a melancholy cast of mind
endures this pang with hope ablaze.
Where flies the gold and russet morn,
as autumn’s languid trail departs
and cruel frost of winter grips,
when hardened heart against it stands.
And yet this fall contrives to hold
a promise tinged by coming home;
that onward creeps this riddled war
yet kindled gut lies spritely blazed.
For with this season's chime, at last,
one dream remains in dwelling’s glow
whose light will soothe his brittle wounds,
till country bound, a torment, hushed.
A Briand Strand Contest : Premiere 135
Submitted 3/21/2018
dainty darling blossoms~
are floating fluffy clouds
of ivory and petunia
hanging like empyrean jewels
'neath the vibrant skies
of turquoise and royal blue
fingers that wrinkled in snow
tightly holding those gems ~
like you hold my hands
as we dance ~
in unison with
the lovely melody
whispered by the breeze
rich sweet aroma~
lingering in the daylight
feeds our hungry heart
retelling old love stories
kept in each blossoming bud
3 March 2021
Notes: Almond Blossoms is from a group of several paintings made in 1888 and 1890 by Vincent van Gogh in Arles and Saint-Rémy, southern France of blossoming almond trees. The works reflect the influence of Impressionism, Divisionism, and Japanese woodcuts.( Photo and info credits to Wikipedia).
All Yours ( March 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown
the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they witness the old folks
faded in the misty blue
the silver charm of the clouds above me
enchant me like the way you thrill me
when you look at me
without a word or two
1 March 2022
A Brian Strand Visual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
Notes: Snow at Argenteuil is an oil-on-canvas landscape painting from the Impressionist artist Claude Monet. It is the largest of no fewer than eighteen works Monet painted of his home commune of Argenteuil while it was under a blanket of snow during the winter of 1874–1875. (Info and phot credits to Wikipedia).
wild rushing strokes
of broad bristles
dominating seaside sky
of ivory and indigo
in thick impasto~
like our faded footsteps
along *Stroomi shoreline
Wild fiery grasses ~
deserted yet persistent
resembling your windswept hair
in times you forget the time
waiting just for me~
those desolate windows
are your eyes of blue
half awake at siesta
dreaming of my return
20 March 2021
Notes: While glancing on 'Abandoned House' painting created in c.1886 by Alfred Sisley in Impressionism style. ( Photo and info credits to WikiArt)
All Yours (March 20) Poetry Contest
By Briand Strand
1st plce
a dulcet dreamy rendition
of sweet symphony
paints a cosmic light
inciting the sleepy moon
over the silvery sea
as music soars~
I see clouds descending
to kiss the silky shore
resting on his bosom
and as the music fades,
I hear him sings "La Vie En Rose"
in soft serenading tenor~
Oh, my life begins to glow in pink.
Notes: "La Vie en Rose" (French for '"Life in pink"') is the signature song of popular French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945,[1] popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947. ( Info credits to Wikipedia). This ekphrasis is based on Richard Clayderman's performance on piano.
5 February 2022
A Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand strand
1st place
Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight
like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink.
The willows are stalactites
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian blue water
like her shaggy windswept hair
teasing her beloved's face
beneath the dancing moonlight.
Oh, Monet,
your 'en plein air' emphyrean elegance
awakens my sacrosanct senses
as I envisage a Filbert brush
glazing each pearly petal
highlighting sun's luster
on emerald to lime leaves,
on cyan to admiral water,
reflecting cerulean sky
in consummate chiaroscuro.
7 April 2022
A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
8th place
Notes:
In 1893, Monet, a passionate horticulturist, purchased land with a pond near his property in Giverny, intending to build something "for the pleasure of the eye and also for motifs to paint." The Water Lilies is a 1919 painting by impressionist Claude Monet, one of his Water Lilies series. The painting, the left hand panel of a large pair, depicts a scene in Monet's French pond showing light reflecting off the water with water lilies on the surface.
(www.metmuseum.org)
*plein-air painting, in its strictest sense, the practice of painting landscape pictures out-of-doors; more loosely, the achievement of an intense impression of the open air (French: plein air) in a landscape painting(www.britannica.com).
PEELING THE VIOLIN
. . . . ~ ~ ~ . . . .
~ swerving along its waxed wood
rapturous strains sweep alto mood
bow’s strings peeling my plight…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight.
holding its hips to warm the cure
scales of moans vibrating satin pure
a glide to and fro connects pitches right…
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.
and my world of solace will sustain
tunes whispering gladness and pain
the voice of God enters my fiddling night…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. ~
For Briand Strand--- 2011 Posted Poems 14 Line
By nette onclaud ( missed entering this for previous Max 14 Lines contest)
Wooing, My LOVE
Chateau-Briand, with homemade sauce Bernaise
Pancake cottage fries, al dente cauliflower Polonaise
1971 bottle of Pouilly-Fuisse on ice, already Chilled
The Love of my Life, Barbara; with Love my Heart: Filled
The Centre piece is Roses : White, Yellow, Red, and Blue
Pure Love, Unforgettable Love, LOVE, FOREVER YOU
Mandarin Orange Cheese Crepes, Golden Brown, as YOUR EYES
For YOU My MOST ONLY LOVE : “Barbara Jean” My GIFT: My PRIZE
_________________________________________________________________
The Taste of LOVE
Shadows Caress in the Flickering Candle Light
Fingertips dance on the silky softness of her skin
The flame in Her Forest Brown eyes shines bright
Her hands fondle the baton, let Love’s Symphony begin
Lips meld in passion, tongues tingle the Carnal senses tonight
Moist Mouths explore Love’s Exquisite Existence
Tasting the many Flavors , filtering through my nose tonight
“Now my Most Precious LOVE, I make LOVE with : YOUR Assistance ______________
“ ENTWINED “
When I enter Euphoria , and We become “ONE”
I will follow the Path Of LOVE in YOUR EYES
The heat of LOVE is Burning in her Eyes and Lights the Way
The warmth in my loin Expanded and Swelled LOVE, Grew
The Passion is mounting, such warmth, such LOVE
As I begin To Erupt YOU press me to Succulent Teat
I kiss the hardness of YOUR nipple as Life’s river Flows
I muffle the Screams of Ecstasy “AAAAhhhhhhgg! AAAAhhhhhhgg! “
Inspired by the Contest “ SOFT SENSUALITY “
Sponsored By “ nette onclaud “ - Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Dedicated To Barbara Jean Gorelick ( My HEARTBEAT )
Sands
trickle
in
my palms
as I try
to grip
them;
I clinch
my fists hard
to the last grain
hoping that
I could
hold
on to
the traces
left on
my
empty
hands.
11 June 2021
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
By Kim Merryman
Lines checked - 19 lines
Syllable Checked 1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1
A Briand Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?
Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind you
an arabesque of phantasmagorical
make-believe.
Behold, oh my beloved
the vortex of colours
surrounding you
entwine a paradigm
of that starry night~
and as i look into its cosmic glow
I fall in love with you.
22 May 2022
A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
6th Place
Notes:
Like Rembrandt and Goya, Vincent van Gogh often used himself as a model; he produced over forty-three self-portraits, paintings or drawings in ten years. Like the old masters, he observed himself critically in a mirror. Painting oneself is not an innocuous act: it is a questioning which often leads to an identity crisis.
( Credits: Google Arts and Culture)