Long Cadence Poems
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Been screeched
heap
things
demoness
strumpet
scoundrel
with
wings
thumped
lizard
of
myth
legend
since
intonates
Darkness
scarpered
whilst
famished
soul
prominent
&
sharp-witted
by
prurient
screams
not for
shadows
but
untamed
spawn
sighs
Written: April 26, 2023
A Brian Strand Standard No 1212 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
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dedicated solely to an introduction featuring this specific pairing
Flutes and horns
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By:Flatterzunge Fagotto Bouché
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Yearning Desire
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A lack of trust
or just a uneasy
feeling about a
future that can easily
be manipulated
she seeks love
and the attention gain
by dating outside her norm
causes those she really desires to
pay more attention to her
( provoke the interest of another suitor)
he is a temporary stepping stone
a clash of romantic interest
can easily be explained and acts as
the easiest way to separate one
from her male counterpart
.Orfeo & Euridice they described us as
lovers that come together to love
might we be loved and adorned by
the world.
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He told his friends to met him at 10;00 he'd be ready or nearly ready to leave then.
But when they got to his home they were told to sit and wait as he had company.
She had heard there plans for the evening and had planned to spoil there evening by visiting and interrupting there evening.The sound of a bed during this intimate moment caused us to be uncomfortable. A blend of steady, rhythmic thumping and sharp, repetitive squeaks. The creaking of wood or metal and the friction of the mattress create an echoing, tactile cadence that blends with breathing, shifting sheets, and whispers. We went outside to wait the the over.
“In serene nature the sailor in me sails on winds of ecstasy
toward divine tranquility.” – By Poet
In the enchanting emerald landscape
the terrain undulates like jade waves
in the panorama of pristine cadence,
the entrenched elegance of earthen embrace
shapes a serene lake.
Sublimely sprawling and sparkling,
its radiant sapphire face looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced by its reflection.
The serenading southern breeze
whispers a mesmerizing music
to the dancing ripples,
waltzing toward the supine shore
with intensely passionate rhythm.
The glitter of the rising sun
shines on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the bending banks,
imaged on the tranquil fluid mirror.
The wavering lotus leaves afloat,
oscillate with pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos.
Their ballerina legs wade
in transparent water with avian grace,
their supple napes swivel
in an artistic show of aquatic ballet.
In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun,
I watch enthralled the opera in the lake.
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March 16, 2023
Word chosen : Lake
Contest : Writing Challenge - "L" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
life is understood backwards while it moves forth
memories epiphanies hindsight and full vision
the hand of the clock relentless and counting
a watchtower of impatience scaling new heights
beacon of darkness harbinger of blinding light
church bells contest irretrievable moments
some dial or other on unchangeable scales
an escape wheel hidden in an intricate case
on the face hours pass by until time arrests
crown bestowed by unsurpassed eternity or standstill
a bezel keeps track of infinite minutes in past sorrows
when the future claims the present from it’s shadow
lug width frames the buckle wearing thin from use
a free loop attempts to keep its grip yet surrenders
gives way to renewal and fresh marks on the wrist
one day I decided to put the timer to rest and
live in the moment unperturbed by procedure
free myself from constraints and computation
when I dismantled the chronicled ticking for measure
gave equal proportion to dissimilar concepts of tempo
I discovered rhythm and flow beating its own cadence
simply being I lined up new finishing touches of joy
endeared by leaving the rat race of pressure behind
I capture the here and now and laugh at the ticker
10th June 2020
Listen to the night reciting heavenly music
When purple sky brightens with angelic spirits
Mesmerized by the twilight's fabulous glory
As the shining stars swing to celestial lyrics
Streets are beaming in cherubic nightfall
Stage has been set for the curtain call
Romance is dancing in a rhythmic ball
Happiness is reigning over one and all
Watch the sun's orange glow deep in the river
As clouds block the view of a lone photographer
When wild horses frolic in open air theater
Half-moon sketches arc to announce its arrival
People are singing a melodious song
Signs of melancholy have long gone
Echo of joy reverberates the town
For angels have joined to sing-along
See emerald green dipping in reflective ocean
As the moonlight shines upon supernal passion
When the milky-way stirs up ardent emotions
Watch the lighthouse rise-up to greet horizon
No one wants to say goodbye tonight
For revelers see the seraphic bright light
As festive images dominate every sight
Blessed by the presence of saintly might
Hear heavenly night singing hymns of compassion
As constellation bursts with flashes of excitement
And the town meditates in ethereal devotion
When cadence of the Holy echoes veneration
December 12, 2017
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 4 Contest by Brian Strand
Heavenly night
Sponsor: Vermillion Scythe
Placed 7th
I travel to this forest as if in a trance,
My journey begins here, my heart pulsates to
The mellifluous koel cooing most melodious sonata,
Serenade me to a tranquil tangerine reverie.
There are majestic tall trees, and there are shrubs and bushes...
Composed and demure,
In the faraway forest of my starry effervescent dreams.
With lavender yearnings the tall trees spread their branches,
Aspiring to reach the vermillion sky,
Shrubs and bushes, humbled and unnoticed, emanate saffron imagination
Sprinkling lilac dreams on my musing eyes.
I smell the misty breeze rippling from birds’ wings,
Hear a chartreuse waterfalls falling on coral rocks, mystifying my existence.
Gentle strokes of raindrops create a magical cadence of rhapsody,
My dreams spread their wings in kaleidoscopic neon horizon...
“wherefrom came that exalted thought ~
that inspirations with it brought”
Among the several poetry styles
we get to choose from to follow our muse,
what draws us to a cadence that beguiles;
is it intuition or egoic ruse
that for practice compels us to reuse
sacred geometry we had once learnt,
in whose embrace soul's deep emotes were burnt,
transmuted into language symbolic
and so if the format selected weren't,
in which pastures would our words then frolic?
For instance, let's consider this Dizain,
for long unused, stirred within a strong urge
to employ this form, falling like light rain,
whereupon we felt our head and heart merge,
creating music, causing a bliss surge.
Thus it appears we begin with a choice
that's ego driven, then soul lends its voice,
drawing in by magic a joyful beat,
that dances on its own whilst we rejoice,
inking a rhythm that has us all upbeat.
25-November-2022
Tumultuous time came unheralded
in my life that wandered in the wasteland.
When in the crushing clasp of suffering
my heart broke and writhed in pain,
I searched for the comfort of calm arms,
but found none to cling consoled.
Plunged in the stormy sea of agony,
I tried to swim through the dark night
to the safe shore afar not in sight.
I heard a voice from within tell me,
get detached from the delusive desire,
see hope dawn with the new sunrise.
My broken heart then grew wings,
flew free across the sunburst horizon
to the valley of blooming flowers,
where fragrance floated in spring air
under the cerulean serene sky,
that glistened on the grey of gloom.
In my tranquil mesmerized mind
the floral shower of beguiling bliss
drizzled with the cadence of ecstasy.
In the inner sanctum of sublime solitude
I sensed in the bud of essence the soul unfurls
piece by piece the petals of peace.
A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just a methodical sameness
I am making a list of things that might get her excited-cobra biting her thigh,
School building burning to the ground, tiger tracks in the snow around her car...
Hooray! At last our unknown speaker has encouraged us, the audience, to talk.
We all lean in at our tables and talk toward each other
Loudly and rapidly
Words galloping out of our mouths as if a shot
Has been fired at the starting gate
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Someone yells
I look up amazed. Her voice is excited.
We get a warning however we cannot shut up
So we keep talking
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! She yells.
A shriek type warning
Which we ignore
By the time this is over I decide
We did not need a cobra or a tiger.
All we had to do was be ourselves.
It is nigh onto impossible to control a roomful of teachers.
If in the flushing garden path you walk entranced forlorn,
the purple sun of the dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you,
you’ll see my heart in the crimson lines of cloud up above,
there you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the waves of the desert dunes you trudge desolate,
trace the melting mirage to the sundown hazy horizon,
you’ll reach the verdant oasis sprawling in my olive heart,
there you won’t be lonesome, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the rolling waves adorn pearly lattice on your lissom feet,
you’ll feel my heart’s cadence in the cascade of moonbeam,
there you won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If on the surging stream of boundless love you float adrift,
meander the unanchored life on the plateau of yearning,
you’ll hear in murmuring ripples the symphony of my heart,
there you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever disown you.
June 18, 2020
For Brian Strand Contest : Completely Your Choice (14)