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100,000 years of nirvana
Experiencing the pain and sorrow in the land of mortals
Breaking the divine law.
Embracing the Empyrian heart
Why care so much on what is divine or mortal?
Dancing through the dreaming world of flowers
If the song is not to taste
and effaced the joy of the moonlit palace.
Simply change the sound of the magick
Anger and grief are hard to dissipate
Turning to the rivers, mountains and lakes
Smiling in the love sick trials of taiyin
How to find the eternal heart of Compassion?
A demon or an immortal?
how often can they be consumed
in the trials of the mortal heart song
Grieving with the sky
The Flowers bloom on the moonlit lake
And all around blood drips down
Where can we meet again?
This broken heart the heavens are jealous of.
In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of
thoughts emerging to
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined
to shed the
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
12-11-2012
Veiled beauty so homely, so chaste
Purging-black your crown doth baste
Cloistered mantle throttles your solemn waste
Erudite cloak exhibits subtle, stolid taste
Sensual nature appealingly encased
Your virtue, fealty cannot be effaced
All pageantry and style have been erased
Remaining, intrinsic qualities meekly showcased
Outwardly modest; inwardly circumspect
Physical qualities restrained, derelict
Bearing your social stigma without respect
For the fashion police; who your sublimity reject
Bridled maiden so simple, so plain
Retract your temporal, flowing mane
Reveal your fair, pale grain
Your passion, honor no longer restrain
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of morose mind now venturing your sky.
No matter your mood be sad or jolly,
Feel my ardent ardor and leave a sigh.
Once my love you eagerly embellished.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of my mangled mind now shattered, tarnished.
Leave a sigh for my heart, humble - holy.
My heart once showered by your love fully,
now effaced by you , my rue soaring high.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy
of splintered heart just yearning for your sigh.
Once on vibrant passion floating in dream.
My blood bubbled by your crave thoroughly.
Now amour in clamour, desires in scream.
Each passing cloud carries melancholy.
MUSINGS
synthesis
of
fearful
intensity
original
instinctive
&
otherworldly
curiosity
agitates
intimacy
&
then effaced
by
the exotic
elaborate
in little
glimpses
particularly
so
modest
yet absolutes
&
engrossing
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & 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.
Copyright © Brian Strand
the wind sounds like a hundred violins playing
as I walk a foot-worn path
time has effaced inscriptions
on some funeral stones
where the dead repose in bones
and I am stranded in a sea of mute stones
all the precious skeletons a jumble beneath
the stones that echo and groan
death comes unbidden to each in time
and the drum of time ceases
hard stones, solid stones, granite stones
bleached stones, broken stones, tall stones
small stones, flat stones, baby stones
weeping angel stones
I wish for a stepping stone path
as I tread over unknown bones
that whisper and moan
and I whisper your struggle is over now
rest in peace beneath
your eternal stones
now, I stand still in this decaying under a deep blue sky
and clouds sail and drift like sailboats
oh, daggers pierce my heart
for I have found your stone ...
_______________________
August 8, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Stones
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1379-623-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Stones
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 08/14/2021
First Place
Thanksgiving gobbledygook
The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus sabotaged, riddled,
and tuckered psyche effaced
after becoming adequately stuffed,
this turkey (in the straw)
then flapped his trussed wings
(at the speed of sound)
if listening closely echoes refrains
from Amazing Grace,
(which words reflections of John Newton,
a slave trader
who nearly died in a shipwreck,
and who eventually became a minister.
after which he penned the famous words
of "Amazing Grace" for a sermon
for his 1773 New Year's service
at the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul)
unable to escape ill fate of mine
i.e. being analogous to cooked goose
subsequently found him interlaced
with various and sundry
other dead animals
fixed to be mounted
(courtesy a taxidermist) on a wall.
The holiday dates back
to November 1621,
when the newly arrived Pilgrims
and the Wampanoag Indians
gathered at Plymouth
for an autumn harvest feast,
an event regarded
as America's “first Thanksgiving.”
Ever since then throve,
a commercialization, commodification,
commination and communication war,
where many a big box department store
large-scale buildings
of more than 50,000 square feet,
the store is usually plainly designed
and often resembles a large box
for example Walmart, Home Depot,
Tesco, and Ikea are examples
of big-box retailers,
but never forget warehouse clubs
such as Costco and BJ's
considered the original kind
of big-box retailers nevermore
to witness mom and pop businesses
(small business entities
that thrive independently and spurred
pick/pull yourself up
by bootstraps guild den age,
or family-owned) hardcore
bricks and mortar outfits
prominent during pre industrial
high societies, when love's labour's lost
venerated, serenaded, and promenaded
like The School of Scandal of trysts,
buzzfeeding the literati
with tantalizing amour.
Honey did not leave me,
Just robbed me of my sweetness.
While scarlet desires still emanate from the evergreen memories,
Under the moonlit sky,
I mourn over the ascetic turmoil...
Like an invisible shrine,
It has become the bastion of our prayers,
Like a plenary indulgence,
It has effaced the objects of our affection.
Seldom do I tread on lustrous promenades
The tall trees with slender alluring fingers
Call me in repertoire
Like silky waves on an already tainted beach,
Heaven must not be pure,
As heavenly deeds are always veiled by nonexistence and retrospection,
The fruit of love
Is,since ageless times ,
The coveted poison,
The guardian angel of broken souls,
That puts to sleep
A hollow existence,
Forever freeing from the futility in the form of Life.
Take me to the summit muse and create
in me, a fervor that no one can erase
Let me make a crucible of gold and date
what is everlasting and cannot be effaced
Spread the fire of passion across my heart
use me like you would a feather to the wind
immerse me in idea gently do your part
we are two binaries strongly twinned
Lead me to the poems with a gentle hand
allow it to be so for my soul must be free
I have seen it written in the Golden sand
by the hand of God, who has created me
Take me to the fire with a steady love
I know your mine, cuz you fit me like a glove.
Dec 14 2022
Example for my contest
some say life digs its own grave ~
from my pov i’m building mountains (By poet)
More aware than I’m feeling
less abstract than my dreams
Reality’s that one special place
somewhere in the between
Consciousness is about living
Oblivion for erasing all death
What gives us persisting life
brain activity, our next breath
Questioning everything I see
understanding very little at all
The nightmare of intelligence
begs more than it can solve
Writing to vent my frustration
sharing views of the unseen
No one knows beyond doubt
why life needed human beings
I know that God created us
so did the Big Bang as well
there is a place called heaven
alongside our man made hell
But all this explains nothing
other than, try a leap of faith
Just like my words here fail
to express meaning, but wait!
You live, you always have, your
own death’s impossible to taste
We watch others dying each day
in demise, all experience effaced
To be, is the only reality possible
consciousness, you get my drift
Our chance to feel and reason,
death is zilch, life’s the only gift
Writing Challenge - G Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
02/21/23
Gift prompt #6