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the highest peak for me is the element of praise
every disappointment is a gentle kiss from the most incandescent star
my forward motion stays inspired by the truth within the divine uplifting
to be truly blessed is to fly freely without the effect of meaningless outcries
instead of missing the ignition, i focus instead on the pictorial impact
with that inspiration i face the day newly renewed
the freedom that i feel today prevents my mind from being force fed endless fodder
the contentment i feel prevents my mental from being overtaken with life’s stresses
when the rhythm of time performs indecisive enactments in my vision’s ear, i brainstorm
each session is a thought provoking lesson, and the humbling is a necessary reminder
i take a closer look at how the gold converses carelessly with the silver
i take a deeper observation at how the sun cooperates with the moon
what i ingest is a phenomenal excursion into a magnificent quietude
the vibe of it all inspires a rare smile usually ever so shy
i wish i could take the antonym’s siblings with me
i wish i had a way to make them and their many relatives and offspring understand
however all i can offer them and whoever else are ornamental, yuletide wishes and greetings
as well as the most sincere hope that somewhere, someway, and somehow that i have inspired
A SMILE!
I'm back on the pub stool
In the darkest corner
Flickering the flame of a lighter
Even though I don't smoke
Dressed in a polo
Blue and black
With black dress pants
I'm a studio lion
My home away from home
It's just a different place
Offering a different loneliness
Than what I know at home
And I look around
To all these happy faces
I could be a ghost
Never noticed
Maybe it's for the best
I'm a little inebriated
And I'm not good with people
Even when I'm sober
Alcohol makes me even more introverted
And even more introspective
Intrinsically interested in interloping
Insane incandescent informalities
Don't pity me
Don't even think of me
Not that you would
Not that they would
Loneliness is a disease
Infecting every part of life
And when married to anxiety
They procreate and birth depression
I wanted sympathy
At least I thought I did
But deep down
I wanted someone to care
I'm just a Debbie downer
Downing alcoholic beverages
To make me numb
Unfortunately I feel everything
But this is just a chapter
And if my novel ends before anything changes
What a waste it'll be
I'll be the best friend nobody had
I'm back on the pub stool
In the brightest corner
Roasting alive in blue fire
To the tune of apathy
UNFAMILIARITY
evolving
exceptions
with unusual clarit
the
night shifts
spanning
&deliberately
posited
as a hybrids
form
flaring
in the
distant
gloom
a
silhouette
an
alter ego
obscured
visible
secretive
a sense
in a dreamy a
illusion
recedes sharply
into the
distance
vanishing
beneath a
yellow moon
glowing
incandescent
distinctive
primordial
abandoned
separated
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 | Year Posted 2022
Dare to dream Ashes nightmares it seems reawoken
Token words spoken after scares & flares teams broken
Dafter peacocking then rocking no blocking just shocking
Mocking laughter of the ghost of Christmas future knocking
Host boast from coast to coast toast as England roast
Boiling..recoiling..toiling & broiling this is our last post
Our iridescent flaming proper copper haired laird
Incandescent flairs no taming his despairs we all shared
Luminescent cares blaming Bazball heirs ill prepared scared
Stoic brawler our defiant mauler on a leaking reeking trawler
Too reliant on our brilliant defiant resilient glowering giant
Big Ben set up camp crippled by his men again & ripples of cramp
Overpowering pain courses through every vein towering skipper & champ
Heart on his sleeve…makes us believe in a reprieve heroic Firestarter
Immensity of intensity.. O Captain my Captain..our smarter martyr
Joy of the Lord
Joy refuses to hide or wear a disguise
Bouncing brightness – bliss on springs;
Dances on tiny toes of fiery flamencos
No colorless embraces –knows the steps;
No shadows of grey in its cloak
Only shades of clearest light;
Incandescent transcendence of perpetual motion
Never slumbers – never needs a nap;
Always nascent nativity
Breaths renewal Son powered battery;
Inventor of jubilation - Hallelujah ecstasy –
Gloria elation -Praise euphoria;
Benediction of merry mirth
Speaks beatitudes of delicious delight;
Glee on wheels – rocking and rolling
Merriment like twilight candle light;
Clowns around with hilarity
Pals around with happiness of the moment;
Radical hospitality not a fleeing ghost
Permanent wave – permanent eternal smile;
Never absent – resonating generosity
A little craziness of an upside down emoji;
Stares down petulant, whining faces
Welcome mat always out;
Enthusiasm invades invasion of jocularity
Happiness revolution resolution;
Pirouettes in peaceful promises
Precious plentiful pearls of shining wonder;
Taps on windowpanes with eternal enrapture
Always available to dance;
Unrestrained tail wagging exuberance
Springing up with blinking lights – can’t wait to bless;
Bright eyes tickle the deepest marrow
Strength tousles somber cores with joy:
Joy inhales moments of transparent gladness -
Exhales a sparkling galaxy of glimmering satisfaction!
Contest: Joy of the Lord
9-8-20
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
In May, as we honor Our Blessed Mother Mary, Jesus’ first
and most important Apostle as Queen of Heaven and Earth, let us also focus on how to care for God’s creation. Everything in the worldbelongs to God, and our job is to care for it out of love for him and our neighbor. Try these easy and low-cost ways to care for God’s creation:
If you are interested in birds, put up a bird house in your yard
or neighborhood. More habitats disappear each year and birds have fewer places to nest
Limit the use of chemicals and pesticides in your yard. They
may be harmful to birds, wildlife, and pets
Wash laundry in cold water. You’ll cut energy bills and find
that most clothes are just clean.
When hiking or walking outdoors, stay on trails, keep dogs
on leashes and avoid sensitive natural areas especially during nesting season.
Dispose of oil and other toxic materials properly. One gallon
of oil poured down the sewer can contaminate one million gallons of fresh water.
Replace one incandescent light bulb each month with
energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones.
Reduce the amount of water your toilet uses during each flush
by placing a jar or other closed container full of water into your toilet tank.
Collect rainwater from gutters by placing containers at the
end of each gutter. Use it to water your garden or neighborhood landscaping.
Give thanks to God as the Creator at mass. Our worship of
Him will make us more aware of all God’s creation.
Waking up at dawn
with incandescent lights
on my subdued frawn...
receding to warm sheets;
recognizing the petrel's flight
with the hawks pursuing it in delight,
while spiders hang on dusty webs
and the incessant thrush sings...
Waking up at dawn
with sunken eyes,
not wanting to meet sunlight;
a little morose,but gladsome...
I glance at the maples,
submerged in intense light,
as the wagtails tap
on my moist window
to greet me with a cheerful chirp...
Waking up at dawn
with departing lovely dreams,
I grope uncertainly amid visions;
no full moon rises above the bright horizon,
and with no night passion to inflame me:
I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...
Distressing Calls of Discontent
Distressing calls of discontent frowning upon my brow
Convalescing with the fall of a malcontent who was too haughty and proud
Coalescing in forms of consequence that are meant to be spoken out loud
Blessing the tall deliverance of being alone among the crowd
Interjections of circumspections for those crossing the civil lines
Mass contentions of introspection as we search for the divine
Condescensions from such pretension that it stupefies the mind
Predilections of inventions that are formed from those who actively look for what they find
Revolution from inside the homes of those who cant afford to pay their rent
Evolution of a Darwinian theory that Creationism circumvents
Convolution of a weary postulation that’s going around inside my head
Pollution of a planet that refuses to create a carbon dent
Microscopic elements under review for replication
Biopic relevance of a relative who is patiently genetically awaiting
Some myopic recognition of the claims that they are steaking
While I’m off the topic I’m still reeling from the borders that I’m breaking
Incandescent reflections that imbibe a lucid dream
Convalescent infections that permeate a populace to scream
Illuminesent interjections of light from the purity of a single sunbeam
Reminiscent of collections that are above the creation of a common theme
Musing always soothing my mind while ceasing the debate
Grooving all the time while I try to syncopate
Perusing all these ethical crimes that make one want to incubate
While using the refine to give and remain hesitant to take
Ammunition for another war that transcends national borderlines
Intuition used only for the expansion of mankind
Premonitions that abhor everything but the expansion of the mind
Nightly visions that store it all across the passages of time
The End
A month into the war, caught by the wheels of
disinformation war, I feel maimed and blinded
by the extraordinary news reels feeding my
immense sadness and grief.
How many more Ukrainians will suffer before the
month is over? Will their national treasures survive
the relentless onslaught?
We who suffer the torments of big power politics,
their cold and incandescent power, trapped by their morgue-like media,
defend and die for the truth, while the young conscripts
suffer their frostbites in a senseless fratricide war.
A new world disorder awaits in hellbound future,
where might makes right, and right and wrong is settled
in the battlefields' lecture halls.
glanced at one last rose in my garden!
deep crimson velvety petals -
incandescent as luminous horizon at sunset,
mystifying as the shadow of amber clouds
glowing as the colour of my pulsating, fluttering heart ~
at the delightful thoughts of being with my beloved.
summer is leaving ~
magical rose bush almost abandoned...
one last flower
bursting with radiant hues,
still smiling a ravishing smile ~
last dance of a ballerina ~
a jubilant performance of a creative soul,
before the curtain finally drops and
the performer fades away with a departing bow.
reminding the inevitability of separation, decay and death.
It is alone and lonely...
swaying and twirling on a brittle branch
final witness of the rejoicing,
I see the solitary beauty, bravely waiting to join its clan.....
I will wait to see the resurgence of a new bud ~
I will wait, and not despair.
Edited From " Last Rose" (written on November 30, 2020)
For "Rose" Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liquori