Long Idyll Poems
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Harvest Bounty
Season of harvest, horn of plenty;
Tiller of soil reaping the fields:
Grains and legumes, hay and vegetables,
Fruits and plants, and gourd family genuses;
Filling silos, barns, pantries, and cellars.
Grapes abound, on vines climbing trellises,
And plump, red tomatoes dangle from stakes,
While apples grapple to keep from falling,
And livestock fatten on pastoral grasses.
Reaper of fields to feed the many.
Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Are ripened under the inexhaustible sun
And spring forth produce abundance in season.
Cornucopia spilling over with autumn goodness.
• Old man Howard was farming one day
• When he spotted a weed in his yard
• He decided that it mustn't stay
• So he plucked it out then and there
• Off he went to milk his goats
• But they weren't producing any
• So Old man Howard sold one of his boats
• And bought himself a-many
• To his greenhouse he went for a potential harvest
• But some of his crops were inhabited
• Old man Howard left to put them to the test
• Against the particles of his homemade insecticide
• Feeling tired from today
• He decided to make some tea
• The stove went click and the radio turned on
• And in the cahir he stayed
And in time... Mankind said lets make a god in our own image.
Let us describe him as powerless, let us emasculate him
Understanding He is not the all 'powerful God'
Let us do these things that we will be blessed.!
Let us create god as a multi-deity, god can be even female
Let us triumph over this god,
Let us name all the starry host, for that is 'not' the role of God.
Let us create stars of film and stage; instead of stars representing
believers.
Let us create life in laboratory's because there is no creation.
Let us teach of perversion and then bless it.
Let us turn from Him in our sickness's, and embrace drugs.
Let us push youth into deception for, that's an easy number.
Let us introduce them to debt at an early age
Submitting them to 'usury'
Let us tie two stones together that the
people may carry them.
Let us devise all types of distractions, let us remove
The one God from school.
Let us divide the family, that children will not know
One father.
Let us preside over the greatest suicide rates of people ever
And the great teachers and leaders, looked on all they had done and said it is good.
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For marriage is a life promise
And wedding is done just once
Since God has been so gracious
To let you witness this bliss
With his grace and in his pleasure
To day shall ever be a treasure
Marriage is a life contract
Of time of laughter and of the rest
With his love and in his pleasure
Today shall always be a treasure
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For wedding is done just once
With you, family, friends and I rejoice
To Iyabode.
29th July 2017. is her wedding day.
For The Creative Collective Anthology Series -
Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor.
28 July, 2017.
I heard the echo through the window
I swear I heard the echo myself through the window
Last night when our moon appeared
She fully showed with gleaming smile
Leaves were singing and swaying with glee:
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
No sleep now nor rest
Once a month she comes out:
She lights the dark and shines like a diamond
Stupendous gleam and
Smiles like the day.
Animals Sung howl and louder:
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is;
No sleep now nor rest
Once a month she comes out
She lights the dark and shines like a diamond,
Stupendous gleam and
Smiles like the day;
She counts the month and
Also counts the year for us to know.
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
We rejoice, and rejoice whenever she shows
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is
Beautiful, beautiful our moon is...
10/6/2015.
NO MORE LOVE POEM
“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”
- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.
“ … For I dream I know not how¡
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.”
-The Bridal Ballad. Edgar Allan Poe
Please Stop.
I don’t want falling in Love
& being pretty smart
O mamma mia.
When the Train is Gone
I thrower in motion:
I don’t hit the nail on the head¡
I’m going wild against the Wall
Slap-up meal.
My brain’s been ****ed
When yr love is come
Toot toot
Damn ***** ate my dog.
Then haemin’s yr Ass:
Love is a silly thing
Fancying that
All over the place
And to die
Of a broken Heart, ja, ja ja.
Hey captain¡ Hey captain¡
My arm chaplain is incapable.
Hey Captain¡ Hey Captain¡
I think we’re gonna cum
In the twinkling of an eye:
The end of the love
Lies inside you¡
Do you know Do you see:
All lovers are Rapier pigs
bastard Gentlemen of rape
Looking out at all rissoles
In the churches’ streets
& saying:
” let me darkle
Or let me daze”.
With Langston Huges’ motto
As we live and learn:
“Dig and be dug
In return”
No more Love Poem
Darkly Vampire.
Carry me to Yr Black Ritual
Of bloody Love
Leaning lip-poised.
We tremble to receive
The darkly ****ing Eucharistic
To touch Perceive
Touch Explore
And yet with utmost Sinful care
Slide Melt
Devour.
The *****Cock
And Chicken
In the head of lustful night
Carry me.
The first few, fall into the deepest well and make the biggest splash
The next ones fill the well prominently providing a bountiful of water to quench the thirst
These ones are not needed, the well is overflowing, yet more of them to come
There is less and less, there seems to be a sort of void
The well is emptying by the day, only enough to fill a bucket
The words dropped like coins for luck, yet have the opposite effect
No more to be said, the well contains no more than a puddle
But there is one hope left which originates from the clouds
Let's wait for them, to create the beautiful sounds.
Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air
Sweat and horse, with layers of dust
Well worn jeans against a speckled hide
Gently swaying in a unified rhythm
Languidly haze swirling about our feet
Around the bend we startle snow geese
Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely
Angling, landings against the lapping waters
Black tipped wings against wintry white
Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout
Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek
Majestically standing, patiently waiting
Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach
Off the beaten path we wander
Past yucca swaying in the breeze
O’er grama blue as sky beneath us
Cushioned carpet of pine and peat
Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir
Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree
The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl
And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed
Canopies of piñon line the trail
Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape
Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna
Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude
‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
I was having a heavenly day far from city noise,
when a north wind swept me up, swirling and twirling;
and tumbling, I found myself under a tree branch,
beneath cool emerald leaves in a country wildflower field.
Nearby, a raging stream flowed on it's twining journey,
and a blue butterfly lay frozen in place, broken on a rock;
waiting to die, I listened to the birds twittering brightly,
and whispered to blue butterfly, I will not leave you.
For hours I stay in this serene rural place of beauty and death,
but my weary eyes closed and I had a dream of gliding;
then, the sun caressed me and butterfly wings of blue,
with delicate hues, only the Lord above could create.
The sun rose higher in the azure sky and she waited,
then, she lifted up in a gentle swirling breeze;
and blue butterfly hovered, hesitated, then was gone,
from this heavenly country idyll place far from city dwellings.
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November 20, 2019
Poetry/Idyll/A Rural Blue Butterfly
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Submitted to FGI Blog Series 9 - Idyll
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1