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Lost feelings are frozen in my city of memories,
Alone, I stand-an empty shell in a silent sea.
Depleted like sodium, my soul burns to ash.
Only the shell of flesh endures, a vessel cold and bare.
Trapped in the midst of unfamiliar faces,
Their eyes like distant stars, far away.
Set me free beneath the darkness of night,
Drowned in emptiness, lost in my soul’s dark tide.
In the quite, I fade, unseen, untold,
A shadow drifting where the light never goes.
Wander through the darkness what was and could be,
Chasing whisper that fades in the breeze.
Don't look for me in your sleepless nights.
I am immersed in the stillness forever lost.
Searching for hope, searching for serenity,
Searching for lost fragments of my soul.
We feel within, magnetic heat,
gripping us in meditation
and as rapture within us grows,
false identity falls away,
whence we reclaim our inner light,
here and now, in the waking state.
No doubt at first, fear forms yet bait
but with head bowed low at God’s feet,
we imbibe wisdom, byte by byte,
speeding soul’s acceleration
and now that bliss is here to stay,
third eye pulsates between eyebrows.
Holder of the flame alone knows,
what it feels like at heavens gate,
which once we grant love right of way,
finds us head to toe bliss replete,
feeling one with God’s creation,
awakened to spherical sight.
Love drenched thus by day and by night,
presence repays debts our soul owes,
immersed in endless flirtation
with bliss without a goal to state,
so fellow souls we meet and greet,
treating flow of life as mere play.
For pure of heart, there’s no delay,
in reaching heaven’s zenith height,
for with bliss keeping heart upbeat,
essence of presence freely flows,
being worthy, joyous and chaste,
God alone soul’s aspiration.
Bliss thus forms soul growth foundation,
with mindfulness as our mainstay
and as nodes within us gyrate,
we dwell at all times in delight,
borne by grace God Himself bestows,
ascent from which there’s no retreat.
Pulse of love continues to tweet,
gripping us in blissful repose,
till we see light of Self bright white.
We had arrived to board our ship,
a mysterious adventure to be,
I felt completely immersed.
On this voyage our vessel
was the center of all things
and the sea the universe.
This journey was all in my past,
but I still remember fondly
waves, seagulls, decks, cabins, and portholes.
The salty breeze, shaddy sun and shaky sealegs
will forever be ingrained in our souls.
My brothers and I had daily adventures
on all the decks,
but it was the forbidden areas
I will never forget.
We would climb up and down ladders
into small passage ways,
would give me a terrible fright today,
but back then it was fascinating
with no regrets.
When this wonderful passage was ending,
I didn’t realize then
how much this journey would be transcending.
So now I’m much older
and much wiser you see,
but I would certainly give that all up
for one day back at our sea.
Vesuvius Eruption
flumped
feeling
fading
forthcoming
carrying
his
giant
cyclopedia
in hand
snaring
of
day's sun
believing
his soul
hoisting
&
asked
don't cry
as
I feel free
an
angel
merely
skipped me
a
magma
hollow
inflated
as night
tip-toes into
obscurity
step
by
step,
suffering
start to
lock horns
breath
by
breath !!
24 August 79 A.D.
Vesuvius
stood
bloody
mighty
above
landscape
got cracking
his
colossus
detonation
mighty
cloud
of
ash & gas
swarmed
down
Plinian outburst
immersed
Herculaneum
Pompei
eradicated
Gaius Plinius Secundus
blazed
asphyxiating
writer
of
vastest
unique
work
about
natural
history
currently
Mount Vesuvius
on
his mode
to
vomiting.
Written: October 16, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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
I tasted summer…
It sure tasted good
I was dying for a sip
Of my iced coffee CHINO
Only in Cyprus…
My drug of choice
Crushed ice with sweetened coffee
OH....YES!
In the evenings
succulent watermelon treats
Eating it all with relish
Even the seeds
what greed!
I tasted summer…
In that first dive into the pool
How cool!
Immersed in liquid delight
Open eyes
I touched the bottom of the pool
Two dolphins painted there
Let me have my way...
I did a handstand
Legs pointed straight up into the air
The water running down my legs
Straight up....I held on
Weightless
Weightless
In my element
My hair flowing around me
As I did my strokes
Diving in and out of the water
A fish…
That's how I got described
by the one who watched,
"Your so agile"
Such exuberance
I thought…OH…this is better...
Better that a sensual high
There was I
Gliding in and out
Water above, below, all around
Carrying me
Splashing around me
loving me
Playing...playing with my hair
Saturating my soul
With giddiness
Muted sound
Below the surface
I swim underwater
The width of the pool
I thrust up for air
Water slides off my body
The sun kisses me
Applauding the feat
I taste summer
It sure tastes good
Salty scent in my hair
My body slathered in sunscreen
Sand clinging to me
The beach
My sensing feasting
On every single thing...
My eyes delighted
A small September crowd
Enjoys the breeze
that creates the waves
I wade into the water
Intake of breath
I squeal
It's refreshingly cold
The water laps at my legs
crawling further and further up
Making me gasp
Finally....
I submerge
I laugh
I dive into the waves
One by one
I play...
I push myself high
My face to the shore
They pound on my back
I take a deep breath and let them roll over me
Enjoying the roughness
That "out of control" feeling
This is greater than me
And then
I lie back
I float
Blue above
White puffs: baby angel breath clouds
I let the sun ravish
The water carries me
I forget everything
My mind blank like the blue sky
There is nothing but the NOW
NOW
And there am I
Tasting summer
Salty and sweet
September treat
And happy
Oh, so, happy, am, I!
Eileen Manassian
Deep down below in the shadowy sea
a solitary mermaid hides herself from the human eye.
She spends her days swimming amongst the majestic whales,
and playing with the friendly dolphins.
Her world is nothing but bright coral reefs
immersed in blue-green aqua waters.
She floats above the white sand, ocean bottom
searching the depths for pearls and sunken treasures.
A mermaid doesn't realize what a rare beauty she is herself.
Because, she is only seen by these sea creatures,
who never bothered to tell her that.
Her eyes have only seen vague images of the sun and the moon
through rippled ocean waves.
A starfish is the only celestial wonder she will ever know.
A stingray is the only bird she has ever seen.
No snowflakes fall down here,
no rose can bloom underwater.
She will never know the beauty of a butterfly or a rainbow.
There is no music to be heard, just the tides crashing to shore.
A mermaid knows the tragedy of a shipwreck.
But, never witnesses the happiness, before the iceberg.
Her only happiness comes from riding her seahorse,
and making friends with the few other mermaids that exist.
But, little did she know that there was more to discover
outside of her watery world.
And, all she had to do was rise above the surface to find it.
She lived her entire life beneath the waves, never knowing this.
At the end of summer as the warm waves disappear,
lining the sun-splashed cinnabar ground gleaming bright
the dry trunks of sepia trees stand on the sienna soil.
Soft northern breeze serenades under the sapphire sky,
the leaves of trees on the fawn field wake up to the tune,
don the golden attire before they all wither and fall.
At the lucent edge of the sunburst sky the halcyon horizon
splits the surreal sunbeams in the spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues spill from the palette of colors on the field.
As the bowed slender blades of beige grass sway in the morn
in the crisp air on the lap of meadow turning grey from green,
the pasture wears the crafted crown of shining topaz dew.
The meadow sparkles with the flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow,
I am immersed in autumn’s rhapsodic radiance with delight.
Deeply immersed in my thoughts thinking about
the depth of my emotions,
shallow notions emerge to the surface to breathe, but
quickly disperse
My verses are for elastic minds that are able to form
solid opinions,
as the battle between words are intense & deeper
than oceans
The nature of life weighs heavily on my mind as I scale
subjects that are out of the norm,
but social norms continue to intrude taking shape
in many forms
Society's minions deeply engrossed in their servitude,
offer their services in the form of empty words,
but I'm not interested in comprehending these verbs
All talk & no action is what my mind tells me while I
watch hollow promises be rescinded,
as the world slips further into descension
This dimension is odd & in my search for even planes,
I've found the numbers don't add up, but how do I
validate those claims?
The value of sold dreams remains to be seen, but I'm
done looking toward consuming more lies
& as the tithes add up we're just fed more lies
If honesty is the best policy, why is it so hard to shine
the light of truth
when illumination should be one of the goals we teach
to our youth?
Truth is a universal language but it's controversial
& most stay in the box
until the ropes of denial come full circle & ties
Spring semester has started.
We’re all immersed in the ritual of change
and totally committed to that descent into madness
to the relentless drabness, the flatness, the blandness
for the hours, days and weeks of study
and a bone-deep fatigue that’s actually funny
We’ll live at the edge of intensity
near the the corner of drudging
and gather around the printer
at the media center
like a secular rite of passage
I think I need a daily grind—to keep my mind busy.
What’s wrong with me, that when I’m on vacation, I miss it?
What if work/study is one of my bone-marrow-deep love languages?
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Songs for this:
Happy Dreamer by Laid Back
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
(You're Better) Than Ever by illuminati hotties
VIGNETTE FORM an example
In the base motor pool
See an off-limits card school-
A scheming Bilko takes the pot
Hoodwinking top brass was his game,
Fast talking his claim to fame.
Vignette=a 5 line light verse that tells a short story some further examples as below
VIGNETTE-ALL OF A ZITHER
Across Vienna's old town
In a sewer underground,
They tracked down..Harry LIme,
A Third Man in a crime-
To music so sublime.
VIGNETTE -ON THE BEACH
Prone,lying side by side
Lapped by an ebbing tide,
Together upon passion's ride-
In love's embrace enlocked
This watershed,no longer shocks.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEY-IMAGIST
A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.
Tribute vignette to Adelaide Crapsey,the American creator of the Cinquain form
VIGNETTE- STRINGS & HARPS
A vaporetto upon the sea
A love departs that could never be-
Tears trickle down face,
Mahler played at his slowest pace,
Langsum,adagietto-slow.
Scene from Death in Venice
A EULOGY-VIGNETTE
William,lived and died in Perth
Buried now in Scottish turf-
Diarist,poet extraodinaire
I do declare...lived a life of pain
Yet..lasting fame lies in his cinquain
tribute to my favourite Scottish poet -William Soutar note
my book of over 100 of his cinquains FLOWERS OF LIFE (isbn 1 903203 473)@ 25$ remains available to buy
Vignette-FILLED WITH THE SPIRIT
Immersed in the Jordan,flowing fast
In readiness for an awesome task
The Spirit descended like a dove
This man here is my beloved-
He still baptises from above
Full story at Math 3:16/17