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O my feisty little cloud
From places afar you sail
Along the leeway
With gaiety so profound!
I treasure a hidden desire
To share my thoughts with you
Could you stop by for a moment
Give me a minute or two
With all the silver linings
You sail over mountains and seas
Did you chance upon a special someone
Who could be tucking a note for me
I've seen the sweetest of messages
On the soft petals of flowers
And in the wobbling shiny dew drops
Over the lush green blades of grass
I've heard the blowing wind whisper
To the the forests and hills around
Soulful tunes of melody
Where pleasures of my heart can be found
O my pretty cloud do tell me
Tell me with all your glee
Could I be meeting that special someone ,
In the valley of eternity!
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (6),any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 07/07/2020
place : Honorable Mention
From This Day On
VS. 1
I have seen many mornings
Through my own eyes
The seasons change before me
Winters snows follow summer rains
VS. 2
Ev'ry path that I've chosen
Has been my own decision
But somewhere in the evening light
I have prayed for a miracle
Someone to share my life with.
Chorus
From this day on, my heart will beat with your heart
From this day forward, your life will be my very breath
From this moment on I chose to take a chance upon tomorrow with you
From this moment on our lives shall be as one.
VS 3
I am called from my fam'ly
You from your home
We are called to be one now
One in mind, one in body and soul
VS 4
And we ask our God's blessing
Upon our life together
The keeper of our wedding vows
Stays with us ev'ry day of our lives
BRIDGE
Wherever you travel
Wherever you roam
I will stay with you
For I am at home.
A gust of icy air blasts
the cold into my bones,
tugging at my knees with
hollow, aspirating groans,
making numb my cheeks,
whirling 'round my waist;
pulling at me thither-ward
down cobbled streets in haste.
Thick snowflakes lightly flurry
soft upon my lashes,
squinting hard, I blink away
the blinding, frozen ashes.
Presently, I chance upon
a steepled, stony schloss,
whence I knew myself beyond
the bounds of Hotzestrasse.
All around me, strangers rush
to unfamiliar places;
swiftly stepping, spinning past
with stern, impatient faces.
I sidle down a sleepy street,
apart the harried crowd,
into the quiet entrance
of a quaint café I bowed.
A corner cuckoo ticks away
the time with listless ease,
whiling away the morning;
an anxious spirit to appease.
Rich and steamy mochas
warm away the frosty chill
of this melancholy trav'ler
reflecting on the wintry still.
Traveler's Guide to the Rugged Path
Millions tread the rugged path
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft; prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree,
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Move along! Cry the few,
laying claim to the bounteous tree
defiantly taking post to defend.
A booming crack roars over the scene;
fire erupts from the heartwood
consuming all in mere moments.
A ghoulish smoky tendril
swirling ‘twixt the beggars and few
the sole, poisoned remnant of love, scorn.
Fingers of blame stab the smoke
traveler railing against traveler
drunk on wrath and indignation.
--------Elsewhere--------
Millions tread the rugged path,
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft, prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Come join us! Cry the few,
sharing wide the tree’s abundance
generously offering respite to all.
Quietly, the mist dissipates the scene
clarity of vision, and brotherhood
consume all in the clearing.
Love, shared without condition
accepts the unfamiliar, the unwanted
heals the weary, and poisoned.
It means forgiveness and compassion
from traveler to traveler
no matter how different their paths.
07/30/15
FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from there comes your help
Tears come from sorrow’s hole
Tears will continue to flow until you control your whole
Dilute your sorrow’s hole with joy,
And effervescence of smile will frizzle your tears
Don’t pamper that hurt inside, lest, it will linger
Letting go of is the best panacea
Embrace life’s vicissitude, and make peace with your past
Until there’s no tomorrow, fortunes are in life’s queue
For as mischance exists in life’s cast,
So is great chance.
Life can deny you of breakfast, but that breakfast may not be worth comparing with your brunch.
As you crunch, your life realizes that you can wait for tomorrow’s breakfast even if it denies you supper.
Sometimes, life makes you feel Charlie,
Especially when life gives you a malignant glare,
At a moment when you are in a state of ‘devil-may-care’
You are compelled to say cheerio to the world
Because life is using a brusque tone
But when you chance upon successes, you bury that decision
That’s life
Don’t escalate that hurt or pain when life confronts you
It’s just a fortune recess
Embolden your spirit and wait for the resume of success.
#sanguine, sangfroid, pertinacious#..That’s what you ought be……
This late morning's high noon scaling, steeply-ascending, ragged herald
Hauls himself upwards into the roaring expanse of the dizzying sky
To chance upon this, might though his very soul should be imperiled,
When lording over which is constrained within a dispassionate, encompassing eye.
From the feathered throat abruptly pours such Mellifluous harmony
As, lifting higher and higher, he negotiates a ledge inside a wisp of
broken cloud;
Those rich, dulcet notes, more decidedly sweeter than any liquid honey,
Irresistibly flowing Earthwards... a continuous symphony of unparalleled sound.
His alone the rushing glory! His alone this almost unattainable niche!
For up here, rarified and raw, the air is breathless and sparse where thins.
Then the song fully enveloping the shrunken patchwork of fields beneath...
Whereon, delivering forth from bursting lungs, that final triumphant salvo
he heroically flings.
Hitch-hiking on the road of yellow bricks
I took a chance upon a passing whim
It ferried me where thins grow out from thickes
Turns out, I found myself out on a limb
Imagine, on a limb and at my age
How could I get my feet back on the ground
My first instinct was fly into a rage
A brainstorm came, then all my anger drowned
Yet this was not my first time on a limb
Fact is, I've shinnied down more than a few
These days, instead of taking it so grim
I've learned to sit and just enjoy the view
If you're caught on a limb by some mistake
The bright side is, the damned thing didn't break
by Daniel Turner
With my brightened lens, I watch you
mystically zooming in zooming out,
and my eyes focus on the shutter where
a hundred gulls flap in brief moments: carefully,
I seize the image, almost lost in transition
as my rushed stanzas etch
the language of your distinct angles.
Following your trail, I chance upon
a lattice of asters sprawled on pine wood
grating my line of phrases:
flowers posing without shame, beautiful like
summer ‘s shape...and I watch you romp
in the blur of rain clicking on a Kodak chrome;
while my quill explodes with the burst
of your animated snapshots. My dear,
in this symbiotic flow where poetry and visual arts
understand the hidden grandeur of the world,
shall this my verse meld with your splashed landscape?
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August Premiere Contest for Brian Strand
sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
Loiter as I dwell a blurry refrain;
Explore the edges of blur memories;
Glimpse upon a spell of a lost complaint;
Attend to pages in lost history;
Chance upon odd fate in my vague story;
Yes confront this case with not much to see.
Sense an ancient date that extracts bounty;
Use then your own pace to read what must be;
Reach and know that gloom that fills tapestry;
Proof of a dreary tunnel vision here;
Rest and clear the room in quaint mystery;
Indulge your dreamy antiquated spheres;
So herein a tale in unknown compact;
Energy now fails to tell or distract!
Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore