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The vast array of colored lights illuminated the jovial faces of the youthful teens
As Ms. Durmstrang antiquely waltzed with Mr. Chestwood.
I sat alone as I watched my velvet red date swiftly fly through the crowd,
being swept off her feet from every well-dressed, cordial gentlemen.
The cushioned chair was soft, though.
It provided me with all the comfort and support I needed.
I didn’t care that she left,
I didn’t care that my feeble heart was shattered once again.
So I left.
“She can find her own ride home,” was a mantra of mine on the way to the car.
I sat for awhile.
I don’t know why, but I did.
A strong aroma of roses plagued my nose,
Swelling up from my blood-red boutonniere.
The blood-red boutonniere Valerie deceived me with.
“Why am I crying? I never cry.”
I drove home before my emotions could consume me further,
listening to melodic tunes to calm my inner most concerns.
When I arrived home it was nearly midnight,
and right above me were thousands of stars mocking me with their vibrant glow.
All the stars, nestled in the ambient twilight, sitting, staring.
“Shut up!” I screamed as insanity pumped vigorously through
my veins.
The brown hue of my eyes were flooded with fiery rancor.
I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take the pressure.
I couldn’t take the cold-heartedness.
I couldn’t take the aching.
I couldn’t take being mocked.
I couldn’t take being, being
Used.
Used for my father’s money,
Used as a punching bag,
Used for my empathetic ways,
Used for my unwavering ability to never say no.
I sat in the dew covered grass, illumed by the pale moonlight,
and as I gazed into the endless eyes of the sky, I became empowered.
Perhaps with my own fear, or eccentric thoughts, but I felt electric.
“No!” I screamed.
“I said no! I will not go to prom with you!
No, I hate football!
No, you cannot punch me!
No, I don’t drink!
No, dad, you cannot hit me!
No, mom, you cannot get wasted tonight!
No, God, you cannot keep me here any longer!
No. No.”
I did it you know.
I stayed true to my word.
I did it.
Rusted Steel,
I said no to life.
Many times through many lives I fought for freedom of the mind
As burdens made by living’s curse ensured restraint of freewill’s kind.
Then something found in search beyond the rampart walls of prison’s kind
Revoked the parapets unscaled to free the curse of limit’s mind.
Then arose from dungeon’s depth that once was bound by living’s curse
Free spirit with its wings unfurled where thoughts could soar in freedom’s verse.
Though many lifetimes I had walked denied the ways of freedom’s verse
Now unconfined by mind’s restraints I’m now released from living’s curse.
Walking now new paths illumed, as with new sight I am consumed.
Ivor G Davies
The grain of wheat
dies at Thy command
unconscious of Your being in its shell
turning it to life giving bread
perpetuating it ages without end
nursing it with rain
and sunny smiles
from seed to stalk a golden social plant
bowing its seeded hairy head
in breezy dance with poppy skirts in red
illumed by a ruby sunset veil
with robin breasts singing gratitude
before dark night descends
its blinding veil
to equalize colors' vibrant hues
in resting shades
of noncompeting black
switching lights
of distant trembling lamps
and luminous smile
of vagrant crescent slice
to make of night a little less than death
before awakening to splendor rosy rays
sparkling diamonds on grassy finger hands
that mist to vanish then return to play
hanging water lamps on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat of parched earth
feeding roots and softening seeds to sprout
returning life by feeding
and being fed
and all creation obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave free will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes You call friend
by wordily affairs daily led astray
the banquet ready for repentant heir
all set with such glorious royal splendor
no eyes have seen
nor ears have ever heard
the marvel of such joy beyond the veil
with inner satisfaction of having chosen well
of such Paradise no poet can write
beyond the imagined
only eyes with faith can travel
hearing the word
through
the speech of God
said to them
a voice in the ear
an intelligible word
He put out His hand
touched the mouth
inserted words
in many portions
a gracious preparation
illumed by the Spirit
a revealed truth
from
a God who acts
a deposit of revealed truth
inspired
to become inspiring
brought to mind
by
the Holy Spirit
with
divine intent
that teaches
as it
touches
salvation history
in many ways
God speaks
cumulative
revelations
from
outside of self
found&
imparted
from within
a divine act
of a poetic nature
a secret reality
of counsel
of the Lord
released
into sweet
fellowship
expressed
by human nature
in His image
by humanity
enlarged
inspiration
sanctified
whispers
of oral
transmission
The grain of wheat
dies
at Thy command
unconscious
of Your living
in its shell
turning it to life
giving bread
perpetuating it
ages
without end
nursing it with rain
and sunny smiles
from seed to stalk
a golden social plant
bowing its seeded
hairy head
in breezy dance
with poppy skirts
in red
illumed by a ruby
sunset veil
with robin breasts
singing gratitude
before the night
descends
its blinding veil
to equalizes colors'
vibrant hues
in noncompeting
shades
of resting black
switching lights
of distant
trembling lamps
luminous smile
of vagrant onion slice
to make of night
a little less
than death
before awaking
to splendor
rosy rays
sparkling diamonds
on grassy
finger hands
that mist to vanish
then return to play
hanging water lamps
on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat
of parched earth
to feed the roots
and soften seeds
to sprout
perennial cycle
feeding
and being fed
and all creation
obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes
You call friend
by interests
daily affairs
being led astray
the banquet ready
for repentant heir
all set with such glorious
royal splendor
no eyes have ever seen
nor ears have heard
the marvel of a joy
without compare
beyond the imagined
no pen can write
only faith can travel
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like a hush …
sentinel …
the old willow stood guard
his branches, stout arms that held her
safe in childhood
supple limbs hugged and
flexed whene'er she sought blue sky
his embrace of lush fronds
let no rain wet her brow ...
their sweep offering but a kiss of gentle breath
and cool shade in the heavy
press of Summer heat
while shimmering strands of light
illumed her play time …
all her life he had gallantly charged her safety
but oh, how he weeped now from
his twisted old roots
as to-and-fro she swayed
at the end …
of a rope.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, September 22, 2017
the longing
for life
fragile
transitory
soon gone
we fly away
days
numbered
one
by
one
we are but
a breath
a passing
shadow
often helpless
often undone
yet
never forsaken
but
blessed
ever a delight
in
anothers eyes
uninhibited
expressions
of love
cravings
of the
imagination
of
unabashed
sensual
reflection
sensitive
candour
of personhood
unparalleled
&
celebrated
by
the
beholder
affirmations
in perspective
transformed
to blossom
&
breathe
perfect
beauty
idealized
&
illumed
in
verse
The voyage of life trails its course,
With a mature man at the source,
A journey etched in light and shade,
Where dreams are born and fears are swayed.
With steady hand on the boat`s helm,
The man sets for the boundless realm,
The distant shore, a promised land,
On its soil, he wishes to stand
The river banks, with boulders rough,
Promise a voyage rather tough;
Greyish clouds soon darken the sky,
Wild winds whips, with waves waxing high
Yet the boat of life bravely sails,
Through sunlit seas and stormy gales
Each woeful wave, a lesson learned,
A wisdom wide, sincerely earned.
The journey spins a vibrant hue,
Of battles fought and triumphs true;
The storms may rage, the winds may blow,
But inner strength is set to glow.
The years like seasons, come and go,
And with them, seeds of wisdom grow;
The face reflects a deeper sight,
Illumed by flame of inner light.
Love enters the scene, a bright hue,
A new shining spark, a life true,
With a gentle face, a shared gaze,
Lighting the labyrinthine maze.
The man stumbles, the scraped knees sting,
But the spirit still starts to sing,
Extracting strength from courage pure,
Fanning faith in heavens, for sure.
The artist's touch, so keen and true,
Captures the spirit, fresh and new.
The voyage onward, still unfurled,
A part of this expansive world.
Indeed, Cole with his art's soft grace,
Seals the journey in time and space,
The painting stands, a testament,
To manhood’s strength, divinely lent.
The colours blend, a harmony,
Of what has been and what will be.
A life well lived, a spirit free,
For all the watching world to see.
by fingers 1
tactile traces
three dimensional
2
visual joy
imagination illumed
displayed forever
in stilled life
to touch a dream
&be touched
by
poses for posterity
human forms
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty
that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
3
life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent spontaneous
4
sculptured
reality
5
stark
ingrained
statues
6
prosaic
inexplicable
simplicity
unsettling
perspectives
confusion ...
the
metaphysical ...
made
known
thought
pauses
gathered
in
the
readymade
created
7
or found
8
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1 Coloured hand print
2 Crushed paper presse
3 Sculpture paper mache (front)
4 Coloured cut-outs
5 String installation
6 Sculpture paper mache (back)
7 Dada style safety pins
8 Hanging found object trouve
ACTUALITY
so remote
distinction
between
appearance &
where
reality
exists
illumed
self-assertive
yet fallible
by
mutual suspicion
insecurity
&petty
appearance
but
unusually
interactive
&
motivated
focused
&purposed
perspective
with the idea
of
love
in
relationship
so very real
with a sense
denial of self
capable
of
genuinely
telling
&
portraying
a life
free to be
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