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It was a clear, beautiful evening
The sun still ablaze, a tad too brilliant,
Playing out its last moments,
The sky, a ruddy glow of luminescence!
I was stationed on a park bench
Lazily watching the stir and commotion
The park was alive as usual
With the young and the old- a motley crowd
The children’s park was equally vibrant
With excited noise, the young on swings n’ see saws
Near a slide, I watched two small kids;
A girl of about seven and her little brother
The girl had already gone down the slide
Seeing his sister’s adventurous ride
The boy too began scampering up
But with each step, his courage seemed to fail
And the higher he climbed, the more timid he grew
The thought of sliding down from such height
Totally unnerved him and he sat down gingerly
Wondering what to do, hesitant to take the plunge
His sister stood waiting at the foot
With hands spread wide and coaxing him to be down
But the boy remained unmoved, totally confused
The girl with patience, continued to coerce
After a few minute’s pause, mustering courage
He at last gave himself a wild push
The slide came down crashing in a second
The impact almost knocking the girl down
But she managed to keep both from falling over
How like the little boy, we too rely on others in strife
For their encouragement to do the hard things in life
People need help, with generous souls buoying them up
So why not use our words and gestures to lift someone up!
If a casual word of ours can make one life brighter
Speak such words to make laden hearts lighter
Let us all strive thus to be party to a new ministry
Of lifting others and watch the wondrous mystery
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Jan.3.2022
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Red Fiery Sapphire glows from the Kings Diadem
To Rise In Light, is to Rise the Greater Man
Jewels Of Power and Strength for the Chosen Crown
Oscillating Bonfires Of Glory to Trumpet Sounds,
Exotic Gold for the Triumphant Soul
Beyond the Lower Nature an Emerald Throne,
Jasmine and Fire the Garments of Victory
Shining Bards of Royalty,
Pulsating Halos of Brilliant Opal Luster
One with the Universe, Stellar Gleaming like Star Clusters
Illuminating Gems of Wisdom, Burning like a Quasar
Diamond Luminous Solar Blazer,
Scintillating in Stones of Nobility
In Hues of Grace, Faith, and Destiny
Kingly, the Shine of Regal Majesty
A Diadem Of Glory for Hope and for Humanity
We visited a Vincent Van Gogh exhibit—he happens to be a favorite of ours—and as we stood mesmerized in the shade of his sunflowers and the shadow of stars I was struck by the pain, the suffering and the sorrow in this brilliant artist’s mind…and the joy he has given to others by the art he left behind.
And it made me think, as I observed in his art the different methods he’d employ, at the relationship there is between one’s suffering and one’s joy.
And it reminded me of something I’ve wondered since I first saw his paintings as a boy…If he hadn’t felt all that sorrow…could he have painted all that joy?
For aren’t we all a mixture of our sunshine and our rain…of every joy we’ve ever felt combined with every pain?
And even though in his lifetime not many people did he reach…
over the years that is exactly what Vincent’s paintings teach…
That our joys…our sorrows…what we feel and how we act is how we are defined…and if we’re lucky when we’re gone…we leave a little joy behind.
Vincent always makes me think like this (did I mention he’s a favorite of ours) as I stand in the and the shade of all his sunflowers and the shadow of his stars
Whisper sweet harvest moon
Cradle me in cooler climes
Softly show me how willingly the tree let's
Its leaves turn from green to gold
The tree does not complain of age and change
The Leaves do not seek to be what they were
They gently grace into reds and yellows
then browns
The grasses are dressing in green again
like a last glorious dance
The kind pansies are resurrecting
and mums are starting to burst
the sky is sometimes a stubborn grey but
then brilliant blue
New England fall has arrived
Like a wagon filled to the brim
hosting harvest parties
Encouraging long walks in crunchy leaves
down long winding tree-covered paths
out by cranberry bogs cresting in reds
and out on long boardwalks that stretch in woody perfection to the sea
The wild parties of summer drunkenness have departed the shores
The embers of clam bakes and firecrackers are finally at rest
The streets are passable and the merchants are sleeping in late and only open when they want to be
The rains finally came and even the dogs are quiet now
Heaven is on Earth here now
Cape Cod in September
Grace flows from His dewdrop dreams
Whispers of mercy soothing my senses
Gentle caresses of honesty and truth
Inspiring me to listen to the intimacy
Growing within me, tender spirituality
Faith breaths a sigh of creativity through me
Embracing my heart with joyful possibilities
Brilliant insights into my heart’s center
Murmuring second chances to begin again
Awakening passions that praise the Creator
Anticipation pours through my bloodstream
Stimulating desires for the muse of adoration
Feelings of devotion to the One who knows me
Honoring the precious answer to all my prayers
Worship sighs out a blessing from heavenly realms
Precious answers are unfolding within my grasp
Echoing specifics for everlasting peace that lasts
Combining with wisdom and strength sent to heal
Capturing the sweet hues of crimson beliefs within
Restoring relationships that may have been strained
Gripping thirst for the water of life which blesses us
Resonating kindness from the mystery of God’s love
Reflecting truth that stirs feelings of hope and faith
Teaching the heart to cope with loss and betrayal
With revelations of what will be – joy, hope and peace
Love that has no conditions and lives eternally, forever!
STRAND completely new ( 5 ) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
July 4th, 2020
Wing footed winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns
dormant magic within icy poses
brilliant halls bedecked with frosted flowers.
Into the Grand Ballrooms of springtime
a sweep of pastel ball gowns - all awhirl
Fresh pirouettes that gleam with sparkling dew
To bring alive the dreaming garden songs.
Until the partners change at summer’s start
Now gowns sway green- as green as willow boughs
And all the maiden’s heads are strewn with flowers
While love renewed replaces all past cares
Then as the leaves turn slowly - red to brown
All regal shades of velvet now adorn
The dancers bow - the way of beauty flown
Their hearts have pledged a promise to return.
CONTEST NO 470,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Contest Judged: 7/25/2018 1:07:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
6th. Place
Published in PS It’s Poetry Available on Amazon.
MY NATURAL BEAUTY
O bizarre beauty,
O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature.
O rustful bonny frame cladded with muck,
Made fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot.
O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon
Would turn grey sky in Northern Arid Savannah
O Artiste physique, well endowed-
Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture;
An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion.
O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure
Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence.
O passing beauty –
By Circadian or Accidental dissipation.
How best can I appreciate you, my beauty?
Except to behold you,
As a precious mound of carcass
Bedecked of sands and worms and air!
When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured
With an irresistible longing to
Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence
From this raw natural state,
This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love.
And so will my soul drink content,
A brimming measure of this natural lee of love
And thirst no more to find beauty!
On the ocean's cool sand the nightly thinker stands,
shadows hide sky scrapers of glass and steel;
only sirens are heard through the awkward stillness,
read his absurd thoughts: they spin as a magnetic reel!
Has he found happiness as imagined in his dream?
From that melancholic look, one can see clearly
that he has been abandoned by all...wasn't he so leam?
He seeks stars to ignite a desire stirred by fantasy:
images of children grabbing his hands make him weep,
he tries to hold on to them, but they flee and vanish...
despair and remorse are angry feelings he can't put to sleep;
if only they returned for a second, they would lift his anguish!
It's late October and dawn's brilliant lights invade the cloudless shore;
there he lays as a cadaver as pain tightens up the muscles of his core!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Morning sunrise breathed light in filagree
burnishing colorful waves across the sea
It delicately wove golden threads of lace
in dawn's sky while it warmed my face
I smiled at the sea's luminous shimmers
as it moved in rhythmic dappled glimmers
The sun's brilliant shades of topaz and maize
seemed to set the sea aflame in a fiery blaze
I watched my footsteps stolen from the sand
by frothy fingers smuggled as contraband
A flock arrived; their squawks heard as a cheer
The avian's call to breakfast I could plainly hear
Seagulls sang together in a raucous symphony
as dawn in glorious beauty, revealed her litany
They kept watch for light appearing in the East
as the signal it was time for the day's first feast
It was such a wondrous morning upon the cape
as sunlight artfully painted a stunning seascape
As girls, we learned the art of putting on makeup
From our mothers and sisters and aunts, those women
Who cared for us and kept us from creating pictures
Of clown masks on our velvety soft faces, which bled
Sincerity and serenity, dreams of what would be
Someday, when we left the women who molded us
To become women ourselves, women who feel
Love beckoning from our hearts and spirits, thriving
Completing our hopes for a home that is filled with
Gentle intimacy and inspiration, dreams coming alive
With the mystery and secrecy of a promised vision
Filled with gladness, whispering reveries of compassion
That arouses the fires of faith and flavors the intense
Brilliant light of sunrise with flickers of wisdom, strength
And thanks for all that has been and will be again
Love that betrays us when we look into a mirror
See the smudge of tearstained mascara lingering there
Where our hearts reveal the silent tenderness that melts
All bitterness or resentment with pure kindness, ardor
For the ones who we believe will always know our souls
Truth sent down from heaven to encourage us to always
Be the girls, the women, the hearts – who love unconditionally!
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (22) ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
August 14, 2020