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The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she once did espy
The colour would pick the green out in her eyes.
Daily she traveled to the emporium so grand,
She gazed in the window from where she did stand.
The dress was a symbol of all her wants and desires
The size correct, the colour perfection, her gaze did not tire
The bus journey she undertook to see this perfect creation
Desperate to try it on, but the thrill was the anticipation.
It called to her soul, day and night she shed tears
Because the dress she knew may only magnify her fears
The low cut neck, on the silk sleeveless floating gown
Would fit and cling, and make many turn around.
Eyes would follow, people would admire
The tall blonde girl in green silk, would set many a man on fire.
The day came when she turned up to look,
The sale was made the receipt in the book.
The dress was now gone from the naked manikin
Hers dreams were gone, though they did not begin…
No silk dress to bring out the colour in her eyes,
No clinging fabric her curves to emphasise.
With the loss of her dress her dream did die too
Returning home sadly, her countenance now blue.
With tears in her eyes, she had turned and left dazed
Never again would she stand there and lovingly gaze.
Life passed her by and her one funny regret
Was never to step though the door, and try in and yet…
It taught her a lesson she was ready to learn...
Regrets are plenty, when for something you yearn
Sometimes one needs to step through that door
It may be the one thing you have been searching for...
It may have turned out that the dress did not fit,
The colour may not have suited, or it pinched a little bit.
But one thing for sure she will now never know
Because she did not have the courage-to give it a go…
© 7/10/2012
REBIRTH
glories
of
a cultural flowering
a revival
once barren
in a
traumatic fragmented
schism
a comeback
an
elaborate
creative perspective
on crossed
horizons
this discovery
&mastery reinvigorated
immediate
in maturity
with small measure
yet simultaneous
possibilities
of patronage arise
extravagantly
grandiose & complex
to proclaim & emphasise
a lifestyle
well made
in symbols
anecdotes
on a small scale
genre scenes
a relative calm
of elegance
simple
satisfying
longings
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,
you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded tulips in
life's regal-black psalms;
mon cherie, I wish for stars
to sequin your shimmering
wine soul and cradle comets
of faith in your fate,
as, rubies glazed with honeyed
hibiscus and nectarine
daisies will be my pink muse,
forevermore true;
afterlife shall foretell our
lavender soliloquy
of celeste romance, whipped in
soft beige affection,
and your coral spirit will
eternally emphasise
cherry letters as tokens
of swan-shaped twin flames.
Noticed the Nude lady from the rear
Within the full moon
Such a unique image was imprinted in my memory
In my lifeless heart, it burned itself.
Ancient opponent's wailing can be heard in the distance
She approaches, grinning with her bare breast
She is Naked flaunting her wonderful curves while being utterly bold
She exudes a lot of confidence.
She suggested,
"Let's play the Naked Romeo and Juliet"
Under this lovely moonlight
We must emphasise our contrasts if we are to make progress.
Let's reclaim this night back from the animals, liberated and Naked
We will not bend or break because i am a kid of the moon,
And you are a child of the never-ending night,
And we shall remove their hatred by shaving it away.
I did not come Blues
Seven years ago
To find and lose
The only woman I love.
But you are right
We are going nowhere
But to the blues;
Let me hush for now.
I cannot emphasise
How I let you down,
But I will pick you up
At the end of the journey.
But you are right,
We are going nowhere
But to the blues,
Let me hush for now.
I want to get you
A sealed trophy, before I leave,
You take me higher.
There is only you in the world
Who vibes me, I can't deny it,
Let us find the datum of love,
I know we are stronger,
But you are running everywhere
And nowhere;
Let me hush for now.
TRANSCRIPTION
condensed
curious&
abstracted
revealing
vivid
similarities
in
mirror
reflections
looking
closer
a
scenario
of
unexpected
effects
to emphasise
the uniqueness
of
the
seemingly
sedate
in
parody
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
His Name is JESUS, and HE is ALIVE forevermore
We must worship the ONE who died on the cross
We must not worship the cross
The ONE who has died is also
The ONE who came back from the grave
Many people in the 21st century emphasize
The cross rather than the One who died upon it--
It is the Blood that was shed that washes our sins away
Many people worship the cross and not the MAN upon the cross
Many people wear the cross
However, the man JESUS who was on the Cross is not in their heart!
A cross is not essential to our salvation
But the BLOOD that was shed on the cross of Calvary is necessary!
Many other people died on a cross, but it is
The shedding of Christ’s blood that saves us
The Blood of Jesus destroys our enemies
The Blood opened up the door for victory
The Blood of the Lamb provided access to the Kingdom of God
The Blood of Jesus brings us back to our original purpose
Many people in the 21st century emphasise the cross
Rather than the One who died upon it!
Many people worship the cross and not the MAN upon the cross!
Hence, a cross is not essential to our salvation
But the BLOOD that was shed on the cross of Calvary is essential
The Blood of Jesus destroys our enemies
The Blood opened up the door for victory
The Blood of the Lamb provided access to the Kingdom of God
The Blood of Jesus brings us back to our original purpose
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Great Aunt Ada
not thought of her for years
she made me laugh
till I cried real tears
fascinated by her talk
never wanting her to go
her every sentence finished
with like and that you know
hidden under the table
her delicious visiting days
mentally counting
each use of her phrase
as she gossiped away
about him and her and so and so
just general village chat
like and that you know
hands over mouth
trying not to laugh aloud
as she chatted away
about the village crowd
such a nice old lady
with a conversational flow
and to emphasise each point
her like and that you know
I don't know why
she came back to mind
I reminisce a lot
these days I find
a horrible child
I hope she didn't know
how I writhed with joy
like and that you know
I washed my hands this morning when I visited the loo,
Then went and touched the tap, which you really shouldn’t do,
And then I scratched my nose, because I had an itch,
Then with my bare hands I went and pulled the switch!
And then I went and sneezed, with no tissue close to hand
Whilst holding the marmalade, not good you understand,
With the work surface soiled and the margarine as well,
This damn Coronavirus is my own living hell!
And so I washed my hands and then to my surprise
There was no towel around, which I hadn’t realised.
So I’m wandering ‘round the kitchen, like a zombie on the run,
And I had to wash my hands again - oh isn’t this just fun!!
So I sanitised the kitchen, wiped the work tops too
Then I asked my wife ‘would you mind cleaning the loo?’
I’ve sanitised the door knobs and all the floors to boot
And just to be sure I thought I’d sanitise the fruit.
I sanitised my phone but dropped it on the floor,
As I cannot clean a broken screen, I shan’t wipe it any more.
And I tried to wipe my laptop but it doesn’t like the soap
And now I cannot switch it on, god knows how I will cope!
And the hand lotion I use, which normally lasts a year,
Is not enough to get me through this afternoon I fear,
And so I wash my hands again, a ritual I now despise,
As the scientists keep telling me ‘wash your hands we emphasise!’
We are besieged in our garden
By a calculating Cat
Who’s decided we’re its Humans
And that’s the end of that.
It’s there every morning
Sitting in our Patio chair
And when we go to bed
It’s still sitting there.
It disappears at odd times
For various reasons of its own
But for the vast bulk of the day
We are seldom left alone.
The slightest movement on our part
Arouses it from its apparent slumber
And it’s up to the French Door
Giving us the Evil Eye Number.
We’re resisting wholeheartedly
With all our body and soul
But day by day we feel
It’s nearer getting in control.
Friends and family all tell us
There’s many worse fates than that
Of being the Chosen Carer
Of a Wily Calculating Cat.
It’s standing on the step now
Giving me that unwavering stare
Just to emphasise the point
That it’s still waiting there.
I noticed cat food on the shopping list.
I tell Sue its not a matter of the cost.
If we just crack once and feed it
We’ll be forever lost, lost, lost.
We’ve brushed it and combed it
And it got a little huffy
But at least now a days
It’s less unkempt and scruffy
And, of course its still waiting
Patiently out the back.
It’s a tense war of nerves
As to which of us will crack.