Long Freer Poems
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OPTIONS
beginning
to
seek
something freer
not
concertinaed
shadowd
folds
uncreased
reinforced
liquidity
&
fluidity
of
dimensional
reality
celebrating
the
involvement
&
process
the
occasional
made explicit
identity.
revealed
in
a non-narrative
oriented
&
regular
participation
&
actually
active
with images
of sights
of sounds
in
the
particular
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
It’s a funny thing to remember.
It’s a strange reminisce
Those days before the world now
When wine was WINE and a kiss was a KISS.
Now we feel trapped on a life climb where the falls are steep, fast, painful and blunt. With bruised bodies we face the steep climb but know the steps can move and break our trust.
There is that old saying ‘one step forward, two steps back’ but that’s before the level path turned into a mountain and before the track at will changed its tack!
We’ve seen our lives change from a time when our freedom was not tied up in a sack. Where our lives, our country and the world was bigger, brighter, freer and better. A sorrowful statement or a statement of fact?
The Time Machine
Graying hair and aching knees
It’s time for a drive among hills and trees
There is magic encased in a Chevy V-8
Gotta take a drive before it’s too late
Shift in reverse
Time does the same
Before she knows it
A young woman remains
She’s getting old
But not quite yet
She’s a sweet young thing
In her Chevy Corvette
The car is magic
And for a brief while
She feels younger and
Freer with every mile
Rag top down
Hair in the wind
Classic rock thumping
She remembers when
The lines on her face
Had not begun to show
The breasts on her chest
Didn’t droop so very low
She doesn’t drive fast but neither too slow
She’s just so happy to be on the go
The engine rumbles
Her pain becomes numb
She tends to forget
The age she’s become
She’s getting old
But not quite yet
Cruising the mountains before the sun sets
Not too many dreams
That haven’t been met
She’s a little old lady in her Chevy Corvette.
~ Judy Bausch
Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes,
with crow's feet drawing the story of endless nights on my face,
where each lie was your illusion, born from the confusion surrounding me,
elusive and fragile, a dance of amorphous metaphors unraveling in the wind,
subjected to your disdain, your words mercilessly cutting my soul,
deriding my appearance and my intellect,
as I fell into the abyss of silence, searching for a point of support.
Mockery does not suit my face, where my lips are cracked with thirst,
a river once full of life, now silent under a shroud of unfulfilled longing,
my vibrant nature now buried under a layer of heavy melancholy,
leaving a cardboard moon, devoid of its usual shine,
stars like candles extinguished one by one, in a ballet of shadows,
no point in waiting for the sun to rise, when the end seems to have come,
the world stopped in its rotation under the heavy, leaden clouds of forgetfulness.
Unfulfilled expectations, all my momentum scattered to the wind,
my spirit is apathetic, my inner light a flame barely flickering,
now you see me, unmasked in my raw pain, in all my loneliness,
collapsing under the weight of endless torment, like a wounded and wet hawk,
rising with eagle eyes, a warrior, more determined and bold,
traveling further with unlimited reach and newfound self-esteem,
this bird, you cannot change, for its flight is eternal and unbound.
Beyond masks and shadows, my soul finds its path,
despite the storms that try to bring me down, always stronger,
always freer, guided by the light of a hope that never extinguishes.
There’s a lot of shadows, roaming in my head
You’re the reason why I feel so much dread
So, set my spirits free from bondage right now
Somehow, I’ll be wiping away the sweat from my brow
I harness happiness
Distress and sadness will go away
I harness harmlessness
Anxious depression won’t lead me astray
You left me behind
With a mind of my own
Positivity will unwind
The rest remains unknown
You left me behind like an unanswered phone
With blind tears of so many kinds
So many kinds…close the blinds
I take a bow on my own, on my own, on my own
Beautiful truth sweeps out the lies from my brain of cheer
Wondrous fear has given me a reason to weep here, weep here
Hopes and dreams have made me feel like a river-cloudy ether
Freer than a deer in the wilderness and some thunderous weather
I harness happiness
Distress and sadness will go away
I harness harmlessness
Anxious depression won’t lead me astray
You left me behind
With a mind of my own
Positivity will unwind
The rest remains unknown
You left me behind like an unanswered phone
With blind tears of so many kinds
So many kinds…close the blinds
I take a bow on my own, on my own, on my own
Gracious soul of mine
Oh, I hope you’ll be fine
Anxious as hell in my shell
But my hopes and dreams aren’t on sell
Aren’t on sell, so don’t give in to distress
Might as well feel my way out of darkness
You’re appealing to the very touch
I miss your kisses and hugs so much
I harness happiness
Distress and sadness will go away
I harness harmlessness
Anxious depression won’t lead me astray
You left me behind
With a mind of my own
Positivity will unwind
The rest remains unknown
You left me behind like an unanswered phone
With blind tears of so many kinds
So many kinds…close the blinds
I take a bow on my own, on my own, on my own
I take a bow with cheer
Towards beautiful truth in my broken dreams
I hope away the fear
Braven my cowardice thoughts at the seams
There’s a lot of shadows, roaming in my head
You’re the reason why I feel so much dread
So I take a bow…
Right now, somehow
And for a split second I felt free.
Perhaps freer than I have ever been.
Relying on the shoulders of a stranger.
It couldn't have come at a better time.
The acquaintance of seeing yourself in someone else.
Perhaps it's better that I choose to not know you or this moment
we know as perfect
would come to a screeching halt.
Seeing you, seeing me for anyone you choose In the compassion of thought.
There we stood within arms reach, yet we embraced the full distance of privacy.
I mean after all would we truly come to understand each other if we tried.
Who's to say that full disclosure would lead to total certainty or uncertainty.
The question still provokes.
As uncertain as it may be, electricity is still dangerous.
Still it paves the way as a connection is sparked.
In the likely hood of a grounded current.
We'd be sure to cross again.
As sure as plastic melts, as sure as glass is soon to shatter.
Left ungrounded.
We all have a beginning and end.
In ultimate truth I agreed, in some form we continue to introduce ourselves to our former selfs.
To an extent, I admire addicts.
They aren't afraid to be who they really are.
And like that.
Two conductors were exposed to the repeated trace of static shock.
Exhibited behind glass in the most beautiful of explosion
Once I sailed the Oceans,
braving the blue cold water
like a restless young shark,
sea monsters meant naught
and mermaids sang to me....
Once I flew thru the Skies
freer than any eagle could,
seeing the world below
as heaven laid out for me
while I soared and soared....
Once I walked the Earth,
a small giant, a large grin,
as men stepped back
and women came forward....
But now Time's tempered
my once hot iron and cooled
my fevered brain, and God
has wrung me inside out
till my soul shone its brilliance
and I hid my old face in shame,
in shame, in shame....
Heaven and Hell are both gifts,
now I can see, fruit of the same tree,
the one Adam, Eve were told to flee....
And God gives so much, so much, and
so many chances, so many, many chances....
An orphan dressed in sin stained clothes,
I was lost and without a clue,
until Jesus freed me from all sin's woes,
washed me clean and made me new,
a miracle sure and true.
Like a caterpillar morphs into a butterfly,
I was changed, I was born again.
On wings of faith I now can fly,
no more a slave to sin,
freer than I've ever been.
No longer an orphan, I'm a child of God,
safe and secure in His love,
and while I remain on this earthly sod,
I will fix my eyes on things above,
and rejoice in His unfailing love.
1/16/16
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new
creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"
2 Corinthians 5:17
For Olive's "I'm Not Ashamed of the Gospel"contest
5th place
I hark to freer days of childhood
Life simplicity in itself
days of laughter, of playing in the sand
so so soft and fine
golden white sands from the coral reefs
sparkling, dazzling bright
Staring into coral pools at Tides ebb
Beautiful rainbows of fish
endless darting, sea cucumbers sleepily still
a child's total delight
coconut palms wave gently in the salty breeze
scale them I tried in vain
inland to the vast savannah's teeming with life
tall grasses the lion hid
a wondrous baobab tree reaching up for the sky
look it grew upside down
for all the world to see, branches like roots
beware the croc log
hippo's snorting, noise vibrating as they plunge
then resurface amidst bubbles
all these wonders through child's eyes seen
Africa my heart you have still
I tell you what my friends, I swear to you
blindfold me, put me to sea
around twenty nautical miles or so
and I would know alone
by the vibrant scents of rich earth and spices
that I am back there
near heart's home, the East African coast
walking in childhood memories
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I always hate it when someone I count on gets promoted out of my everyday life. Nothing bathes one in neoteny like being left behind by someone off to college.
One morning they’re with you, the next, they’ve departed - dropping away, like Icarus, into those freer, more exciting, college seas. Callie did that - it wasn’t her fault, exactly, that she was two years older. Man, I’ve missed her company.
I’m a vampire for her tales of sordid doings and it was fun telling her my everything so she could laugh at my mistakes. I’ve really missed her coaching - between my every romantic play.
Sometimes I’d pause in my studies or practice - those seemingly slow motion choreographies that'll lead to MY future - to glance across our joined yards where I can see her window.
I’d hope to see a light - like she broke camp, escaped her quarantine and somehow made it home - like the moon stepping out from behind the clouds.