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Hidden in plain sight
Enigmatic space abounds
Omnipresence quiet
Beyond skies, below ground
Objects crystallised therein
Of which we too are one
Awareness in each within
As subject, objectifying the sun
Unified space, singular awareness
Flowing through flickering transience
Imbibing from each consciousness
Experiences garnered in this parlance
Dreams within dreams, thus play on
Void in stillness exiting this dynamic play
Each breath released, as we be reborn
We surf the waves, yet do not sway
Thus when subject and object merge
When our will to the That One bends
We feel in permanence divine bliss surge
As the purpose of dreaming ends
19-May-2021
I was walking through the pineapple row and a thorn stick me on my middle toe, I bend down low to remove it and I almost fell into the ditch, I didn’t know what to do and so I start chanting an unfamiliar tune. It has no rhythm or verse, but it was sufficient to break the curse.
The hidden doctor came from behind the door and the choreographer crawl from underneath the second floor, the pianist was embarrassed to hold up his head they thought that the entire universe was dead; everything was silent around them, and blood was dripping from his hand what on earth is going on? you have to come and do the final dance. It’s called the swing.
Big bright lofty pineapple with ripe colors and succulent smell penetrates the walls and roofs spilling its juice over the place and I open my mouth wide to take it in but I had to go back to where it all begins.
The pineapple field is wide it has thousands of pineapples that is piling up to the sky, the rows are long, the roots are strong, and I want you to help me compose this new song.
The words are simple, and I love your dimples your enigmatic smile has lit up the entire sky, you have brought me to this place to create this song so let’s get together and sing along.
Don’t put too much solitude into it, I want some joy, modern and contemporary sound the twist and the fling and a little of the solemn hymn.
I want you to change that verse and lament on the stolen purse, the pineapple upside down cake is easy to bake, so spread the cake mix into dish and blend the sugar into the butter and whip up the eggs and pour it in.
Place the pineapple slices in the bottom of the tin and pour the mixture in, put it in the oven and make it bake at a temperature of a 350-degree Fahrenheit and when it’s done turn it upside down and place a cherry in the center and send it over to my lover.
She walks with pride through the gate, he has been waiting for her at the door with a bouquet of flower laced in assorted color; he greets her with a kiss, and she smell the flowers and smile and he took her to a neatly dress table and pour Champaign in a glass and he said, “you have come home at last”.
They sat down and stare at each other’s pride and write the final verse with their eyes. We shall be together until we die, and they complete the final song together.
Wondrous enigmatic microcosm
of ecological ethereal haven
our enthralling bottle garden
exudes an inch of impeccable paradise
exposed by immutable Scriptures
in Genesis 1:1, "In the beginning,
"God* created the heaven and the earth."
*Genesis 1:31 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good...
July 28, 2023
1st place, "Bottle Garden" Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 7/29/2023
Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
1
Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre and their covert operation may
intrude into our leisure zone as skin rash nettle hazard.
we’re there latent paranormal hidden hands as I drew
closer to a roadside curb whose mortar filling had been
shrivelled due to timeline passage?
2
One can be blind to seismic portent, atmospheric tension’s
silent whisper, random omen pointer surreptitious,
little did I know what lay ahead bar dim light inkling and
its scene-shifter impact at an awkward later stage,
as the wheels of my car began to screech a pulsing
nebula of images stoked an inner world sixth sense,
skepticism’s early cloud speck haze now off-limit as
orange-red sunlight shafts reveal an ornamental placard.
.
3
It had this brazen mantra,
that cryptic but incisive query-
“Going somewhere?”
Light green paint brush clusters and intertwining leafs
garnished borders of this plaque with its scheme
in transit blithe charm,
an angel face hitchhiker stood, her ocean blue crest
eyes openly inviting gold rush dawn apogee,
a silken twang rippled like some fresh mint oxbow
spring chase or meander.
“Hello, I'm Lelia. Life is an algebra of enigmatic
hue and strange encounters going into orbit.
Clandestine journey for bohemian quest
Who knows what convoluted upshot might ensue?”
CONSCIOUSNESS
intense&restless
points
of solitude
pictorial
equivalents
mere
scattered
coordinates
temperey
withered
a habitual
consolation
implicit
impersonal
lies
in
profusion
modestly
donning
the
melancholy
contrasted
&
overshadowed
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.
REALISATIONS
matters
of the
heart
an
evolving
inspiration
togetherness
a
precious
sound
still
playing
a
well
of
awakening
in
a night
of
serendipity
hitherto
unknown
a
commonplace
of
reflective
introspection
initial
openness
in
noticeable
intent
envisioned
observed
&
displayed
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
A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.
Many thousands of years ago, a group of wise men
found a star in the night-sky,
they knew it was a special star
in which written is their destination and their fate,
which finally directed them to their saviour.
Night-sky, an enigmatic experience,
surrounds me in an inexplicable obscure divinity of a celestial power.
I gaze at the darkness, a boundless indecipherable canopy over the universe,
with thousands of glittering stars, blinking in a vast puzzling sphere.
All my deepest thoughts, all my inward reflections
surround the mysterious constellation,
where I see one marvellous star...the purest one!
Some days, this mythical star descends to the earth
when I feel the unbearable grief of loneliness,
and it sings a sublime lullaby of far-away water-falls
streaming down the coral rocks ~
and I feel peaceful and serene as I never felt before.
My star “Ashwin”, to me, the brightest star in the constellation,
narrates all the incredible stories in the history of mankind -
of saints and warriors, of philosophers and poets,
of brave men and women and their fights through eternity -
of Joan of Arc, of Rani Lakshmibai, of Aristotle and Buddha,
of Kalidasa and Homer.
Inspires to heal the world undergoing incredible sufferings,
with the magical power it has instilled in human beings,
when my heart bleeds...with passions and longings,
love and heartbreak, sorrows and griefs,
there’s my star ~ gleaming and sparkling ~
embodying all my dreams and desires -
reminding the inevitability of separation and sadness in our life -
To me, the message written in the stars -
death is inevitable, but not the end.
The ebony hair alluringly untamed
Some swirl on the trail of squall
Some form enigmatic motif on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the reflected mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the wind.
The almond eyes charmingly unclosed
Design butterfly lattice on fluttering eyelids
Eyelashes align satin strips of the starry sky
Holding the facade of the dreamy vision
Lest it blows away from the face in the wind.
The lecherous lips invitingly unfurled
Don the lilac petals of the sunburst dawn
While dew drops shine with sparkling allure
Shaping the contours of the mystique smile
Lest it withers away from the face in the wind.
The crimson cheeks temptingly unveiled
Spread jasmine scent in the seductive zephyr
Caressing the face with the glow of aurora
Paints the portrait of ethereal glamour
Lest beauty fades away from the face in the wind.
June 11, 2019
For Brian Strand's contest All Yours (Feb 2)