Long Halcyon Poems
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pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
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Open arms and clenched raised fists raise
masquerade diametrically opposed to rodomontade sways
spewing threatening sacred constitution
expounding vaunted values déclassé 1968 degreed phase
Wharton alumni now on warpath to raze
via his bull dozing wreaks havoc on coven daze
ruining complex edifice
usurped storied super power craze
thru humiliation, liquidation of dredging bays
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and justification (viewed thru his warped vision)
scotching inalienable rights reducing to rubble bedrock division
with remainder of flinty stones,
and unlovely bones a wasteland fission
absent without a trace any evidence of Halcyon days,
which abomination, decimation, and gangrenous lesion
joie de vivre, when martial law decree deep incision
heil come rolled up (frightfully with egregious decision.
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the venomous, tenebrous, and rancorous white house
Head honcho viz prez) inside checkered hookahs lighting
one end per slow burn as hoary smoke emanates
in shape of Taj Mahal, then harmless as Mickey mouse
he iz well singed, seared, and scalded like a cook grouse
(yet of course still alive) sent to further douse
him into initiation righting tis basic human coup laid louse.
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Acid test whereby he will be sold to Vladimir Putin for bunk
her hilled feather bedding rubles on the dollar, where clunk
key interim held up by cadre of well comb pence dunk
key Kong sated marionettes, which will carry fleshy lunk
dirty deeds done dirt cheap of this unmentionable monk
key villainous uber trumpeter, scabrous, recalcitrant querulous punk!
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keep your finger and toes crossed for the next four years
aware that such laughable ruse and superstitious scares
not one impish bot of fate, but more so gives false cheers.
Form:
Up the incline of delicate dale of the verdant life,
blazing the curved canvas of the sensuous sky,
rising from the hollowness of the halcyon horizon
the shimmer of sun's spectrum slides on passion.
Cascading down the contours of valley of dream,
the sparkling lonely stream meanders mesmerized
across the arcane mindscape framed in obscurity,
in the backdrop of twilight visage of fading time.
The sluggish stream flows on the plateau of silence
in the final stretch of its ordained course designed,
to the confluence of calm fusion with caressing sea,
waiting to wrap it with ecstasy of the rolling waves.
In the sanguine sea suffused with setting sunrays,
the veneer of vermilion paints the pale tides of time.
The efflux of extricated eternity from deep within
glides with the serene soul into benign bay of bliss.
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Written : April 22, 2020
July 29, 2022
Contest : 2022 Poetry Matathon Mile 10
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Once the sun goes down for the evening
The trees limbs are dripping with sadness.
Then she sighs silently, "I am flourishing."
The dress she is donning is sky blue.
The dress flows deftly same as a hummingbird.
Retaining the floors motionlessness glue.
Virtual realm dulled by the seducers hand.
My draining bleakness swallowed me.
Almost perfectly and invisibly crippled.
I was shrouded in a dreamy burst of calmness.
I also hope to find the love she once had.
She sleeps on a soft purplish mattress.
Another of her caresses sent an electric pulse.
My back was overly halcyon with her spa.
I was enjoying her voice on her soul chords.
First Place Contest Winner
Written: May 23, 2021
All Yours (Jun 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
In the splendorous sky of my halcyon heart,
shimmering with the glow of argentine art,
like the sequins of the moon you sparkled,
I absorbed your seraphic sheen hewn.
In scorched sky above the wasteland of my life,
cumulus clouds hovered as rainless clumps.
In their smoldering shadow
a desert spawned in my heart.
At its fading fringe in the oasis of yearning
you became the mesmeric meadow in my heart
where I traced a turquoise trail of dulcet dreams,
discerned the lattice of my love engrave
the enticing emblem of the blooming rose,
with its patina eternally frozen on your face.
When my golden pasture gleamed
with the eventide’s heavenly hues,
you embellished the rose buds of rapture,
I saw unfurl in your entranced eyes
with the lilting luster of covert craving.
As twilight painted the panorama of passion,
my suffused sky dissolved with sapphire serenity,
spread sensuality spectrum on your visage,
flowering as a stardust smeared scarlet rose
in the secret garden of my heart.
"That I may come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed." Romans 15:32 of the King James Bible
My journey with our special child is sublime halcyon indeed
testifying the vibrant essence of love-propped deed
that can be nurtured along caring breed
beyond reverberating dogmatic creed.
Special… midst quirks of sheer mirth
joyous son is God’s blessing
greeting family members with glad smile
marked by good morning of sign language bliss
radiating cheers that champion hope.
Special child spells victory
gesturing double thumbs up
interspersed with his spastic praying hands
as he seeks for God’s favor and guidance
toward triumphant day worth thanking for.
Beholding his milestones, defying disability's blight
I rejoice to witness him surmounting with grace-filled might
congenital defect that serves as lingering blight
because compassion upholds him to experience goodness-delight.
His special needs require care
as well as patience and grace
meeting demands challenging parents’ role
to stay sober, serenely strong with poise
vanquishing panic against frantic sigh.
Special kindness always reigns
since home begets charity
where safety fortress abides smiting fear
propelling members toward faith ventures
especially to do meaningful roles.
Surely, our special child exudes good heart
grateful for support along security's rampart
protecting him against evil dart
as love prevails with impact that does not depart.
2nd place, "Halcyon, Heartbroken, House Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/10/2023
Written: October 24, 2025, for a contest sponsored by: John Lawless
Quote: "If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one." – Dolly Parton.
I walk where alabaster dreams
crack beneath meaty boots,
where the clangor of trade
caterwauls across aphonic lanes,
and the pale, spotted road surface
broods akin to a beleaguered bard.
Every slab a palimpsest—
an antediluvian archive
among fervent lovers and mortal souls,
ambivalent in their appetite,
trembling with ambition
Still yearning for soothing escape.
The breathing of the city is ambrosial and acrid.
a byzantine mix of bromide and pleasure,
its golden glow at dusk,
Aurora emerging from the gutters
with dazzling shine
and brilliant deception.
I wander around its undulating contradiction,
this road surface bearing
Burden for Barefoot Prophets
and bumptious brokers alike.
Its coating gleams,
a beacon in the dimness.
For the demure and the downcast.
Alchemy abounds here—
in the manner of the formless harm
of asphalt transforms
into footfall efflorescence,
every syllable of each phase
in the ariose aria of the city.
I witnessed the magical appendix.
of fantasies to dust,
the transitory epiphany
of a dandelion brave
to differ across concrete,
Halcyon resistance of destiny.
And I marvel--
Should the pavement speak,
Would it anathemize our rush?
Or murmur a sonorous hymn.
for the merry and the laden,
for those who stroll
not to arrive,
To recall, nevertheless.
Sometimes when
moonlight weeps to sleep,
I sit, draped
in burning dreams,
and beautiful nightmares
of moments lost,
engraved along the rising
of blushing blossoms,
within cerulean azure.
But shadows fade,
as clarity descends
upon the ivory beach,
adorned in pearls
and palm leaves.
I await for twilight to
sing my heart to
the milky-way.
I stretch my fingers,
to count glistening gems,
that shower silver
streaks upon my
stranded silhouette.
And I question the universe,
in r i d d l e s and r h y m e s~
what flows within
empty spaces
between iridescent
lines of stars?
Would I find traces
of footprints that left
the face of this earth,
where they
thrive eternal crests
in paradise?
Maybe there’s rivulets
of jewels with initials of
angels residing
in blissful musing,
in hope-filled reveries,
as the cosmic maestros,
orchestrate peaceful notes
with ethereal keys of faith,
In a choir for
celestial requiems,
to heal the grieving mind
that t i m e couldn’t mend.
I saw it rained
a rainbow with frozen
memories through my
glass window..
and I remembered
how I’ve always felt
closer to you in astral realms,
whilst soaked in
galactic light.
So tonight, I whisper,
prayers in poetic prose,
hoping you’ll feel my tears,
from the
highest halcyon haven.
Even death can
never kill a dreamer,
that bears memories,
and relives them
through classical sonatas.
Maybe this is how
a poet reminisces,
heartbeats in h e a v e n…
My mind ascends high in the lonely emptiness,
floats on the wisps of crimson cloud,
makes a fascinating painting of the fantasy dawn
on the unfurled blank canvas of desire.
Outlined by the tinge of the celestial hue
at the edge of the sunburst horizon,
on the grass of your verdant meadow,
I imagine I’m the radiant pearl of dew.
I soar in the seamless reverie sky
to the halcyon height of infinite freedom,
saturated with the aura of timeless delight,
I imagine I can fly.
In the space of the boundless void,
the charismatic canvas of cobalt gets rolled out,
where in your firmament of fascination
I imagine I’m a beguiled bird flying free.
The bank of the cascading crystal stream,
cradles the gorgeous terrace reclined,
where in your luring rose garden abloom,
I imagine I’m a flittering butterfly.
I float on its flapping latticed wings,
with the ripples of the whistling wind,
across the miasma of drifting dreams
to the flamboyance of your rising rainbow.
Under the star-crowned amorous sky
you come through the indigo moonbeam.
An entranced poet I write a fervent lyric for you,
as the muse is enticed by the sparks of imagination./center>
Written: January 26, 2024
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Rumi Quote ("Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because, for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.")
All beings carry an inner flame, a divine spark,
Our goal is to allow light to shine within dark.
Everyone has a stiff gift, talent, or skill to share,
Serving others makes our souls elysian to dare.
Acts of love and caring could offer us delight,
By exhibiting warmth, not schist and phyllite.
It is our collective effort to improve life-earth,
When our soul's task is what drives us to birth,
We feel content and halcyon in our actual sense,
We are aware that we are shifting our presence.
Beyond everything else, this ought to be crucial,
Aversely relishing awards of hustle for frugal.
Spirit is a passenger on an arduous path,
An odyssey spanning countless sides of wrath.
Soul grows and evolves with its realness,
And draws nearer to its trustworthy purpose.
Spirit vision is to testify that it is divine,
To meld in a sumptuous root, letting it shine.
Doing so implies soul concedes vanity,
And wholeheartedly embrace its core chirality.
Embracing an ethereal embedded element,
Fulfill fair function, fixing forthright firmament.
Realizing we're not the dreaming dual drama,
Bilocation hints to grasp a restive soul's lama.
The path of a spirit can be filled with faintness,
Yet it regularly bestows layers of greatness.
Following death, psyche gains fresh insight,
It blooms and grows in power and oblivion rite.
Spirit will ultimately fulfill its destiny,
And shall be united with its roots celestially.
But, in any case, the soul persists in its path,
Expanding and maturing with every wrath.
A detached fawn leaf of the fall
rustles on ruined garden’s windy pathway
like my shriveled life scrambling in the squall
that sweeps the shards away
piling up in debris at the edge of my time.
Disintegrated to desolate dust
with hope crushed like the dry leaf
I see my dreams dwindle in twilight dregs.
From the threshold of destiny
under the sensuous sunburst sky
my longing life once promised me
to take me across the ocean of hope
to the realm of reared dreams where
after the twilight hours I’ll glitter
in the glorious glow of the shimmering stars.
The fleeting life hasn’t kept its promise yet
for the sands of my time lie in the ruins of fallen sky
before I could find a niche in the promised precinct
the spent sun has begun to sink.
Suffused with the fading sparkle of the halcyon horizon
I now wait for the last gust of the winsome wind
to blow in my life’s lonesome landscape
so I can rise from the dust.
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July 31, 2021
Brian Strand's contest A Strand (1045)