Long Embellishments Poems
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1) haiku* untitled:
october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems
2) a three-line poem titled:
OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL
a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of each mime
advice to all that if you can’t do the time don’t do the crime
3) a free verse poem titled:
SO LONG AGO
in the flurry of October winds
the dance of scarlet maple leaves
reminded me of how I loved you so
*HAIKU RULES
I joined a national Haiku club to discover they are sticklers for rules and there are MANY MANY haiku rules ~ HAIKU is exactly the opposite of free verse in every possible way ~
In a nutshell ~ haiku are supposed to be observations of a moment in nature without embellishments, no passing judgment, no use of fantasy or abstract concepts. It's basically two simple ideas with a ‘turn’ that is essential: it's almost like the punchline of a joke but haiku is not really meant to be funny per se.
Here is an informal list of HAIKU GUIDELINES:
1. 5-7-5 is the max syllable count – “haiku should be read in one breath” so there can be less syllables per line.
2. ALWAYS NATURE-related with usually reference to 1 of the 4 seasons: spring, summer, fall, winter.
3. OFTEN the ‘turn’ is on the second line (takes the reader in another direction).
4. NO unnecessary capitalization.
5. NO title (if you must, use first word(s) of haiku).
6. NO unnecessary punctuation at end of lines.
7. NO use of abstract concepts (must be concrete).
8. NO personification.
9. NO unnecessary adjectives or adverbs.
10. NO full sentences: it’s a poem of few words with much left unsaid.
11. NO use of fantasy.
12. NO similes allowed.
13. NO explanation of haiku in last line.
14. NO heavy emotional words (should be felt not read).
15. MUST have a feeling of the present moment (NO past or future).
16. MUST be more than a description.
17. MAX 2 ideas (scenery + thought).
18. Rare use of I, you or we.
Sometimes we love what we created and it goes against many of the haiku rules ~ there's nothing wrong with creating “haiku-like” poems, they can be quite effective… we just should not call them ‘haiku’.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
IDIOSYNCRACY
a childlike
relish
playful&dramatic
hopes
remarkable&
revealing
deliberate
in tone
recalling a refuge
containing
matterings
of embellishments
as
expressiveness
is sealed
a
respectable
bright
&sparkling
reminder
a processs
so very crucial
evesdropping
on
posterity
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
To write! to truly write, to wield the pen
as but a mere extension of the mind.
Yet contemplating, I am wont to find
perhaps the glitch is buried there within.
For, so it seems, no sooner than I cast
a hook into the infinite, alas,
before I can retrieve,
it slips away as through a sieve,
and I am left with bits of weed and moss:
an unconsoled, inchoate sense of loss
at that which might have been.
And so I reel it in, and cast, and cast again…
At times, the hook is set, yet teasing out
a simple thought onto dry land,
embellishments, initially unplanned,
beget a speckled spectacle en route.
Or loss of focus, leading to a snag
in how or what I meant to say,
and though it lies securely in the bag,
’tis bruised and bloodied, marred along the way.
Yet none of this does lead us to despair,
for there! in quiet pools, a shadow lies!
The fly, a graceful arc through breathless air,
lands unobtrusive and before our eyes,
the pool erupts and we are on the chase:
a fascinating, wondrous space
where lilting lines flow into verse,
so effortless and unrehearsed.
To fish a stream where strivings cease
but spoils the game and sweet release.
Without the toil, joy slips away;
we frankly wouldn’t have it any other way.
Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of thousand ways to keep such aesthetics alight.
Rather than lived out the beauty of our souls,
Focusing on the weightier matters, are fastened on outward frivolities.
Baked earth marked with easy simplicity and freedom from artificiality.
Rather left a congenital appearance to be remarked, remodeled and redesigned with embellishments.
Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is far above rubies.
Consider the great beauty in the heart of the Queen of many Queens.
One of Esther, a fair and beautiful maid of whom the royal crown was placed upon her head.
Bore and carried upon her shoulder the pains and burdens of her people, travailed much but overcame.
Abigail, a woman of good understanding and a beautiful countenance with graciousness,
Averted the mischief wrought by Nabal her churlish husband.
Reflect on the beauty of the courage Deborah seised, serving as a judge to the Lord's people.
Fought in the face of danger as Sisera was sold into her hands.
Contemplate the amount of love Tabitha a woman full of good works and alms-deed possessed,
That even at death her folks would rather she lived again than lay helpless to death.
Ex-cogitate the excellency of the fulfillment of everlasting covenant,
The lord established through a seed from the barren womb of Sarah.
Ruminate over the determination of a virtuous Ruth,
From a low estate Mary, blessed among all women of whose seed is the king of kings.
A chew-over ambit an acquisition of a quintessential perspective.
plucking the strings
bowing the strings
Pizzicato and Arco
Favored for it's breathability
allowing creativity
a movement in stride
full meaning and
positioning
a recurring motif
in full sequence and destination
it accompanies a specific sound
and smoothly changing
the mood and emotion to a
catchy, memorable, and repetitive
more conversational sound
a descriptive tone
a simpler melody and rhythmic posture
then to include lyric with a soothing smooth dulcey feel
speaking to the feeling of attraction
the evolution of change from Introduction
to the Outroduction
love evolves and changes over time
the same is heard in the sounds of music
often narrated in the stories of the lyric
the full oneness of a song has balance and full meaning.
all aspects are designed to detail
the creation of the sound
determines the need in which
a collaborator centers there attention
toward the fullness of sound
embellishments and ornamentations
add fullness to the overall product
changes to the to the melody
include extra notes, rhythmic modifications
artist with specialized talents
are a gift to the composition
all in the rich history of the musical product
the collaborated effects of talented people
Making it easier for one thing can complicate another
the overall fairness to all involved means allowing for the opinions of all
but the need to complete must be respected as the money
should be made as wisely as it is spent.
TRUTH. One word, is it possible to have several meanings?
Can truth be multifaceted? Can it be molded into the shape we require it to be ?
Jesus loves me, this I know
For the bible tells me so.
Millions and millions of people believe this is the truth
Millions and millions of people believe this is not the truth.
Truthfully, truth depends where you are standing.
When this contest is judged,
Many will think their poem is better than the winning poem.
Many will side with judge and agree with the decision.
Truth?
What more validation of the belief in truth, than a suicide bomber, defending what he believes is truth and offering his life for it?
Truth
“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense,” said Buddha.
Does Truth depends on where you stand?
World media today, cant all be truth. Contradictions are rife. Do we know if any of it is truth? How is it possible to know?
Truth has become an individual mindset. No Expert doctrine can positively give you the answers you seek, because contradictions and alternative proposals always seem to exist.
There IS A TRUTH to everything. What actually happened, the way and time it happened is the truth, but this truth may have been clouded with misinformation so many times, the truth becomes distorted and eventually buried. Is truth a phenomena of by gone days? It cant be captured and put in a jar for prosperity. Memories fade, truth can be twisted to suit the tellers purposes. Innuendo and embellishments can be added. Perspective of what is seen, heard and witnessed can play a part.
There can only be one complete whole truth. Is truth a dying art?
MERRY CHRISTMAS by James Edward Lee Sr. & the Corinthian
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
Family arrives at the homes;
of their different loved ones;
But in there embellishments;
We should all confess;
Turn ourselves to Christ;
And not resist;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
for the real meaning of Christmas is Christ;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
For it's not about the Christmas trees;
Not about what you gifted and bought me;
Even tho it's nice the material things
I'd rather have Jesus and God and my soul eternally saved;
In my life in my life the greatest gift
Of all is life-in Christ
But in the embellishments;
We should all confess;
Turn ourselves to Christ;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
And not resist;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
for the real meaning of Christmas is Christ;
Christmas gone now your back to work;
But don't let the Christ in you burn out;
Also go let your light daily/yearly shine bright unto the world;
For there's no time but all time
Keep your mind of Jesus, and then you'll be doing fine;
Every day is ..........Merry Christmas
12/01/17
from the "Christ Mass anthology"
Lisa, Leong and I were supposed to eat at a sushi place called “Bow Wow”. Lisa and I were coming back from our last class. I covered my face with the back of my hand and yawned as we reached the quad. Lisa put her phone in her jacket pocket and said, “She isn’t answering, I’ll go get her.” I nodded and gave her my backpack (we’re all suitemates).
I sat down, cross legged, under a (Japanese maple?) tree, arranging my skirt - the tree had shed most of its leaves, since I’d met it in September. A drift of papery bronze leaves spread out in all directions.
A breeze delicately swayed the tree branches, making flickering patterns of light in the shade. I went from sitting to lying down in the grass, angling for the most of the limited shade. The sky was subtly beginning to darken, as if an Instagram filter on the scene was being tweaked.
How many seasons has this tree observed, I wondered, with all the embellishments those brought - sun, rain, stars, rainbows and flickering, ever changing moons. ??All from within the limited, open sky frame of the quad. A tree has to be patient - and tough - I thought, there’s no rescue from the New England elements.
The whistling breeze seemed like music and the tree began to dance for me - its branches became waving arms, its leaves making jazz hands - I laughed and clapped. It made a twisting bow at the waist, like a performer.
I woke up when I heard Lisa say, “‘Here she is!” - as if I’d been lost.
Evelyn was a gorgeous woman, sweet tempered and fun.
Larry knew that the second he began to date her, three months ago.
She seemed to be everything he wanted except for one small thing.
She was rather plain, not a looker, someone easily forgotten.
Thought this as he entered the French Quarter, for his afternoon snack.
Saw shoes first – they were sexy, sensual, red satin, with flirty ties.
Followed by legs that went up to the top of the Empire State Building.
He felt his cheeks redden. Had she seen him looking her over?
Stunning, with curly auburn hair, and a slender, glorious swan-like neck.
Larry watched. She was deep in thought, guarded by a collie like dog.
The dog stared daggers at him. They were a package apparently.
Maybe the dog was a shepherd; Larry did not understand dogs.
Dress was strapless, a sweetheart neckline; her breasts were perky.
Young, he thought; way too young to be wearing that much make up.
It was the Dad in him; he had a twelve-year-old daughter, Maggie.
The beautiful woman began to stir her beverage; the dog did not move.
A gorgeous pair, this woman wearing pearls at her neck and ears,
And impressively tall, protective, white dog with tan embellishments.
“Larry!” Evelyn sat down and noticed the young beauty right away.
“Look at that gorgeous hand-painted scarf in her lap!”
Larry pretended he did not know whose lap she mean. “Whose lap?”
“Oh, sure, you did not notice her?” She nodded in the dog’s direction.
“She is young enough to be my daughter!” He said indignantly.
Evelyn’s eyes danced, she looked prettier than she had ever looked.
My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood
Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands
hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto gendarmes,
this inventiveness of mine conjures
courageous knights in shining armor,
perhaps monogrammed,
hammered chain metal,
nonetheless such endeavor quite a chore
where love's labors not lost,
viz hub bully accepting, condoning,
and employing embellishments extempore,
whereby solar rays alight,
flickr, and glint glore
re: us astral motifs, the stellar
craftsmanship one (even a poor,
indigent destitute beggar
like yours truly)
could not ignore
exquisite baldric, exotic, and heraldic
trappings incorporating magical lore
aesthetically pleasing
fascinating, and appealing to one poor
uneducated disheveled rhapsodic bohemian
incumbent jibber jabbering, hallucinating,
and fancying deplorable basket case to restore
himself, the legitimate true heir,
who could double as
courtly jesting troubadour,
whose slain grand papa Aaron Harris
violently ousted during Uber Vodafone War
constitutes dreamy gotcha your
attention fabricated and
facilitated to Zoar,
an actual ancient city
anachronistically inserted here
thanks to Lot, whose Biblical reference
Google made me aware,
which ye probably care
nary a fig about, but
placename linkedin mere
to allow, enable and provide bare,
lee tenuous appeal dare
ring me to trump
poetic formality near
rolly returning full circle (one tough Job)
manufacturing prevarication
recounting "FAKE" heir
essentially envisioning, imagining,
and jimmying gallant
high in the saddle career
timeless lifeline chess piece
of centuries gone by
enshrouded with reverence by this air
rent considerably less provocative
then missives by Baudelaire.