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Your watch,
Fastened upon your wrist,
Giving you an extra charm
Bids me to want
To throw away my offerings,
To mute the prayers echoing in my heart
And to pull at my hair,
While screaming out vicious tsunamis
Which can engulf you
In their melodious harmony
Merely
Because
Of the strong appeal
That emanates from you!
Your watch,
Clasped tightly upon your wrist,
Has me imagining of how
It shall be when
I shall soar at you
Seated on a sparkling unicorn
To steal it
Because wearing that which is yours
Creates a new world in my galaxy,
One in which you and I
Play, side by side,
A romantic symphony,
Which bids flowers and trees to dance!
(An Abenaki Legend)
Prologue...
After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had brought life to so many beings. Layers and layers of reality seeded into existence, but many had failed to hear his voice and in the end they had withered.
Legend...
One day in the Dawn Land
a boy came walking.
Many times the boy passed through me
without seeing
eventually I placed a question into his heart.
The boy explained to himself
that he had been born
when the foam and spume
of the sea were heated by the sun.
The next dawn, a girl appeared -
she explained
that she had come from the earth,
a green plant had bore her as fruit.
Time passed, the Dawn children
found each other and rushed to
be together, many morning babes where born,
and by the works of their hands and minds
they thrived.
Then hard times came (as they always must).
Famine came, meat was hard to find.
The mother could no longer feed her children
and she despaired.
I saw all this,
I prayed to Sophia the Great Womb Mother -
for yes even I am created from woman
and all souls are thus female.
I knew also that Nature once seeded, must not be
altered by any good intentions.
The woman ran to the river
wanting to drown her sorrows, the waters rose,
almost submerged she cried out
to whom she knew not what.
Then as her tears flowed, between her legs
green shoots came forth, she felt them, then wadded
back to the river bank to see.
Looking upon this miracle the woman had a vision.
She returned to her mate, and demanded that he
kill her and plant her bones in two piles.
Horrified he objected, but she explained her vision to him.
She insisted, so it was done.
For forty moons her partner stood over her bones
and sorrowed much.
Then one morning the piles sprouted plants.
one was maize the other root tubers.
The Great Mother had seeded Her ‘Will be Done’
upon the soul of the earth.
To this day children are fed by the Earth Mother
and the dark womb of Sophia
where all light and nourishment emanates.
The Algonquin people (after a good catch),
still bury a fish in the fields to honor, I Kloskurbeh
and my Great Mother.
The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously
It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts
And minds of every nation
Go steal their freedom surely
Go get them nice and early
Warm their hearts with
Your home-grown indoctrination
Must we first lose our Jesus Christ
For to herald their new Zeitgeist
By the tearing down
Of each religious border
When the zeitgeist that is prevalent
Is intent on being malevolent
Then firstly friend
Comes chaos out of order
The church it changes readily
A Dove becomes a Vulture
A wolf within sheeps clothing
Finds an ease, in changing culture
Evolved from one-time pagan ways
Our celebrated Holy Days
Iniquitous intent
About to rupture
The Babylonian Talmud
Infused the Sons of Noah
In righteousness find wickedness
From the Qur’an to the Torah
Fraternities and brotherhoods
And secretive societies
Beheadings, drownings, trial by fire
Faiths forced, within their pieties
Gods world, bent to their intention
Bush, signs in Laws of Noahide
Martial Law on the horizon
Stones of Georgia, genocide
A New World Order looms
No empathy nor pathos
One World Religion emanates
An Order out of Chaos
Winter's Perfect Heat
“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”
Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes
“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”
Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands caress velvet curves, moving
Satin petals excite at the touch, firming
Mouths meet across milky shoulders
“Chilly coatings mingle, drafty windows squeal”
Reaching behind delicate fingers guide, slowly
Passion emanates from quivered partings
Honey drippings moisten, sticky, sweet
Whispered moans tantalize, moments ignite
“Wind chimes sing frantically behind icicle curtains”
Down pillow yearnings, grasped, held
Eyes look back, smiles meet motions
Held closer, breathless exhales on dreams exposed
Deeper finds the pristine moment
“Algid gusts wail through frigid echoed alleyways”
Names loudly called, enchanted nirvana
Faster still, bodies in charged friction
Two become one, senses explode, flooding oasis
Eruptions quake bodies in perspired heap
“Arctic blast pierces sweltering pleasures”
Ecstasy sings in midnight harmonies
Melodic as the polar pulsations beyond
Numbed in devotion’s destinations
Wondrous snowy white blankets chill the world
“As our love provides winter’s perfect heat”
Good night Soupers
A monument to precious arts, a masterpiece you are
With imposing high Baroque columns regally looking down
Upon the dream of sculptors and vision of the Roman era
Evoking ancient memoirs from grandeur of renaissance.
Tickling your marble stature, foaming water giggles down
As you empower Oceanus on a chariot lead by Tritons
Beaming your glamorous sight on authentic ornate art
Dazzling decorative architecture for enchanted crowds.
When street winds bellow in, shimmering bright light-beams
In your stare you hold strangers, as they sing your praises.
Enhancing theme, Trevi Fountain, you arouse playful gleams
Flaunting your smiles upon glittering green water streams.
Splendor of Neptune emanates from your renown beauty
Granting wishes of the sensuous amorous sensibilities--
Seeking sea-God's blessings, they toss in two lucky coins
And in reply you echo their vibes: the wish was you and I.
June 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Your choice (10) personification contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
The Trevi Fountain is a tourist attraction located in Rome, Italy. The fountain is famous for its Baroque architecture and decorative ornate art. The center piece is the Greek sea God Oceanus (representing the sea God Neptune), riding his chariot pulled by two sea horses and accompanied by two Tritons. Throwing two coins in the fountain symbolizes romance. One coin assures return trip to Rome. Three coins symbolize wedding bells.
Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern,
does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern?
Lilly pads, flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs.
Monet’s favorite plant at his Giverny bog.
Orchid. This word becomes a lyric in a beautiful song.
A flower that is elegant, tranquil, and calm.
Wisteria emanates from little pea shaped blooms,
giving us a lavender, lovely perfume.
Echinacea, “Gazuntite”
A cousin to the daisy, whose name sounds like a sneeze.
Lovely on a table with a crumpet and some tea.
Rhododendrons, so large, pink and scarlet.
A shrub so thick and quite exotic.
Snapdragons are not dangerous at all, they often bloom right into fall.
Those ruffly, curly, open leaves, beg " Come in for lunch, honey bees"
Wails of a child unknown to me,
Capriciously about my lobes.
Troubles me most disturbingly,
Generates many tears that holds.
If it were mines, tender the touch,
My soul, my heart, they would both be.
Extended warmths will be so much,
Eyes be wide opened to receive.
A surprise to be, of its hold,
At a distance I turned and saw,
The once wailing child looked so bold,
Child cracks a smile at me with awe.
This be so unexpectedly,
What be within me emanates,
Outstretched it did invisibly,
Delights of three now resonates.
Departure of three that it be,
Their hearts they will be now comforts,
Three souls unites with so much glee,
Parts knowing of the warm efforts.
Date: 06/09/2019
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*Image of Mauna Kea Hilo Bay by Big Island Now.
*Hilo Town, Now and Then
Signs of
Store Closed
or Out of Business
with taped crossed doors
A passing peek
through unkept glassed storefronts
of hanging cords from ceilings
and holes in walls
Abundant parking stalls lay abandoned
near to empty sidewalks of the main street
a marooned Hilo town rest
lives now resigned behind closed home doors.
A father's lengthy search in a parking lot
following, a parked Studebaker remains unlocked
as an anxious boy does a 60's abrupt run
suddenly braked-stopped by a mother's hold
Kress Department Store gleamingly welcomes
naive ignores mannequins that adorn storefront
the scent fills inside of popcorn or packaged candied ones
mom's clothes patterns with dad about as comics filled eyes
Christmas lights droop up and down the main street
every store big or small adds to the brightness
a youngster's glee emanates feelings likewise
hoping that said feelings last forever.
*Hilo: pronounced (HEE-low)
2020 August 15
*1st Place*
Enter the 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (24) ,any form,any theme'
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 August 19
Someone asked me how to describe love
At first I thought there wasn’t a description
Then I thought of a man who lost his wife after 50 years
No one can feel that emotion beside him
We may feel for him
But that loss is endless
The love, the memories
The good and the bad
The days in and out
We don’t think will end
We take for granted
Not knowing how we got this far
Love is endless
It stays
In the photos
In the stories
In emanates from memories
It’s lasting
And encompassing
It’s tears
It’s comfort
Hugs
Seeing that one after so long
Just sitting
Quietly
Tea and coffee without a word
Peace
I am one of the lucky ones
To know love
A person's thoughts, how secret we think they really are
in reality, however, the truth to this is indeed very far
how can we really think to be judged, for all the things we have done
unless our Creator above knows all, nothing hidden from under the sun
Coming into this world against our will, is something I feel and know
but contemplate the fact this same way, is how we are going to go
what matters most is to achieve our task, for the duration of our stay
making due with what we have, and choosing to go that right way
A soul placed in us from a higher place, in our body below does it rest
divine power and free will have we been given, for us to pass this test
everyday how many challenges we face, for our benefit are they designed
giving us an opportunity to come closer to G-d, to this we may be resigned
I have asked myself so many times, why this feeling for love is so strong
the answer to this may be found, understanding our human need to belong
so when we consider these G-d given gifts, bestowed with a great plan
fostering this desire to help others, then life really starts with man
If we had any idea how our actions below, effect the divine world above
kindness we show to one another, forces down upon us their love
so living a life that is divinely inspired, is more than just moral and just
this power of giving and doing good, makes living life nobly a must
At the end of our days, when that time comes for that place on the other side
content we can be to let them know, at least we made an effort and tried
human frailties are not accidental, our Creator fashioned us just so
challenging us to give us reward, for all the good we have done below