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I’m in a jungle. Everywhere are vines,
but I’m no Tarzan. I’ll not grasp at trees.
Instead a line I clasp, for I will glide
by zipping over green hued scenery.
Since I’m a little nervous, I inhale
quite deeply. Then I lose my hold on ground.
I clutch that line so tightly as I soar,
imagining I’m some exotic bird.
Exhilaration’s found me; I gasp for joy!
July 3, 2021
for the Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest of Constance La France
submitted July 13, 2021 for 'A Brian Strand July 14' Poetry Contest
Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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esoteric lines are etched
with antique ink
as wise men dither to think
euphoria blazes
as fresh perspectives bear flight
If wisdom tracks the dimming light
a solitary ember remains:
the elixir of life.
Unbreakable, this soul and I —
like a lake's unique fingerprint
inked to the ocean
striving for the stars to blaze
we will never falter;
heaven is a resplendent elysium
on this solid ground;
when thunder is the only sound
seraphic hosts remain unaware —
unsure of how to serenade me
Poetry transcends the words I penned
and verses left unspoken, unpenned
I cradled her heart as a cherished secret
too precious to reveal to the world
she embodies the essence
of the poem I aspire to write in my life
she adorned herself with my words
akin to celestial orbs
gently luminous, faintly shimmering —
crimson, cyan, citrine, spectrum, magenta —
a map leading to the starry nights
from which she emerged
unscathed from the storm
I draped summer
over her wintry sky
and portrayed love
over her hate and hoaxes
imagining tomorrow
over the anguish of yesterday
and when invited to paint the tapestry of my life
I engraved her name
on silken pastels
of breeze-kissed sand
bathed in nymph-like shimmer
hues of spectral mystique
sea glass encapsulated —
a choral rhapsody
weathered charms of jade, emerald
a frosted sheen
shaped by the ocean—
each jewel whispers to me
that even the broken can be reshaped
into timeless marvels
PARK AVENUE
I came across Park Avenue in Winter Park, Florida
many years ago, where I flew for my work to examine
a company for following its claims handling process,
procedures and the insurance laws and regulations.
While having lunch near the office, seated outside
in one of the pricey eateries, we noticed this is a
place of great affluence, for the ones with money.
Probably from the north to the south of the Avenue.
We noticed mothers dressed in designers clothes,
carrying designer handbags, strolling their infants
in expensive strollers while going in and out of
high-end boutiques, looking, browsing or buying.
We saw middle-aged women dressed elegantly,
bejeweled with their big designer sunglasses
having sumptuous lunch with their friends in
luxurious cafes, showing off their jewelries.
We decided to roam the Avenue from north to
south one day after work to check it out, go to
the Museum opened in the evening that day,
dine and see a belly dance in a fancy restaurant.
We saw trust fund babies having happy hour,
hanging out or checking out posh boutiques.
Well-dressed men having business meetings
in ritzy restaurants, having cocktails or dinner.
Women wearing couture dresses, attires or
suits admiring the exhibits in the museum.
Well-off families or affluent couples dining and
watching the belly dancer, where we had dinner.
If I want to live in fantasy, this is the place to be.
If I want to forget all my troubles, forget all my
cares, I will imagine this place, a place where
you do not see poverty, homeless, destitute.
Life can be a beach or a beef and when something
turns a little bit beefy, this avenue is the place to
think about for life is pretty beachy in this avenue.
Imagining myself doing what ritzy people love to do.
9/9/21 The Avenue Poetry
Julia Ward
Magic evaporates with comprehension
yet mystery and majesty and myth
deepen and widen with understanding
how where we came from
is also why we return.
Pathology and suffering diffuse with ego's eco-consciousness
and miracles erupt through standing under
where Earth's now time comes forth
imagining our healthiest echoing habitat returns.
Magic transubstantiates patriarchal fake articulations.
Historic
yet mythic
mysteries
mesmerize
matriarchal comprehensions.
Regenerating sacred loves
decompose well-wombed happiest lives
rewoven.
New ecopolitical regenerations
reborn through transuterine eliminations.
Born into light
to bright
for sight
then night
invites Spring Lights
for Summer's nutritional diastatic Bright
of Harvest Healthy Sight,
retiring Winter's long cold Nights
of dream-wombed comprehension,
mourning for morning springs of breezy
warm
moist
Light reborn again.
Magic absorbs patriarchal fascinations
yet sacred Earth's misty myths eliminate
lack of ego's eco-comprehensions,
absence of magically
pricked
pretensions.
Written By: D. Collins 9/20/19
I'm just ripping and scripting all of this out.
Imagining if I was out there in the crowd.
This poem is written with a little "Bootsy" in it.
A baseline that turns it into a clinic.
"Wayman Tisdale" definitely was nowhere near scrub.
Some bad Mamma-Jammas that I am speaking of.
Hold it right there! I ain't quite finished, yet.
If you heard "Flea" you'd see what I'm getting at.
I'm talking the best in the biz. "The Cream of the Crop."
My man from "Limp Biscuit" certainly ain't no prop.
Ramming "George Clinton" funk all down your throat.
The best of the best. Known all over the globe.
There ain't nothing better than a "Beast Bass Man."
One that can carry us to that "Promised Land."
They can start at the bottom, and go way, out front.
And, when they finally get there, it ain't nothing but funk.
The crescent is bright today
It sparkles in the sky
Just above my head
High in the sky
Reminding of romance
That plays in my mind
Whenever you are in sight
Of the romance
That comes in all my dreams
Yes dreams
That makes me wish
The night could be long
So I keep dreaming of you
That night under stars
imagining of a day at the beach
blowing those anniversary candles
tasting ur taste
sanding ur name
And when the day comes
I tell myself
i will dream nxt to u
... wake up
only to find i was fantasizing
The day will come
When I'll express my love
In words and not poems
no where to be seen
let me just practice
what I will tell then
Surrounded by amazing bright world settings,
it didn’t take that long for me to realize aplenty,
in every single broad nuanced sense,
with no grey cap on rich imagining,
I couldn’t help at all but notice,
awareness at my very own doorstep,
bountiful harvest for crop dependant farmer,
all I had to do was listen and duly learn,
spray haze fountains impact senses everywhere,
abundant and profuse to say the least,
integrated into mindful ocean revelry,
rainbows in the sky might taunt, tease and tantalize,
but isn’t that imperative for genuine enlightenment,
endless stretch not confined to land based quarter,
modern human belt of pearl city highway,
that much maligned rush hour zeitgeist,
if only one is willing to absorb it,
dig deep below its speed bump,
wonder at those schedule driven lives,
fascinating episode behind the wheel,
just as pastures often strike what
lies within their tufted carpets,
dormant passage waiting to be scripted,
green meadow, winding lane and dirt dry slope,
signposts nudging intuition to a higher plateau,
graceful flier tweet on burgundy red leaf,
so the urban concrete marvel has this crucial role,
street vendor ardent patios toll free,
to a tangerine celestial horizon’s frail whisper,
supplier of the silken bon mot
I heaved a sigh…
when visiting an exotic country
witnessed a pageant of luxurious cars on the road,
exuberant palatial houses on both sides,
also saw a mother begging, carrying a fragile baby,
at the curb side…
What made me sigh….
on a bitterly chilly morning, watched people warmly dressed,
steaming coffee on hand…
heading to the workplace,
when someone close to the roadside heating vent,
in tattered clothes, trying to entertain them
by playing guitar with shaking hands….
for a few pennies.
What made me sigh
when I had to discard countless books and paper,
because they were considered old and outdated,
knowing thousands of needy children
across the globe could use them,
imagining how their eyes would sparkle with delight
finding those treasures!
I heaved a deep sigh….
July 12, 2021
For "What Makes You Sigh" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Brian Strand 1098 Free Verse Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Heaven awaits the saint,
Who loves God above all
Listening for His loving call
Following without complaint
When death’s grip has come
And I go to meet God’s Son
My journey will finally be done
Then all my pain will be numb
There won’t be any worries
Finally, all tears will be gone
God’s will can lead me on
Where there’s endless mercies
Angels will be praising God
And my voice will sing along
The light of love will be strong
Grace and mercy will applaud
I know this moment will happen
When every fear will disappear
To the Savior my heart will adhere
This heaven I can only imagine
On that day, I will know true joy
Feelings beyond all my dreams
So thankful that Jesus redeems
Knowing Him who could destroy
Blessed beyond what I deserve
Heaven is a promise I yearn for
God is the one whom I adore
With Him, I need not feel concern
In heaven, I don’t have any conceivable doubt
There will be praises beyond imagining
Praises to God for all that is happening
Up there, we’ll know what life has been about
My longing lips~
shriveled by the saffron sun
waiting for your summer kisses
were like ivory jasmine
waiting for a drop of rain
to land on her petite petals.
Ah, to kiss you once again
how could I hold off?
The first delicate drop
of summer rain was sweet~
as sweet as your rosy lips
engulfing mine~
making me live again
amidst scorching light
making August
a summer splendour.
Now it's September
but still I feel
the warm ember
as I watch birds fly
in the early autumn sky
imagining your sophic silhouette
meeting mine~
in the afterglow of day.
5 September 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(3) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 9/4/2020 9:34:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st place