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Since a child I have had a need to share, to
write conversations to an invisible audience; and
I can get quite wordy and chatty and rambling, I
have no problem sharing private thoughts. At times
my writing is flowery, pretty and picturesque, Oh
I can turn out a whimsical and joyful poem; and
sometimes my style is clear and ever so confident,
even informative, or just plain silly and foolish fun.
But, to be honest with you dear reader my strength,
is in mournful, lamenting and woeful sad writes;
writing of my fears, grief and heartbreak is healing,
it helps me, I hope others see they are not alone.
Oh, I can also turn out a sultry passionate poem,
full of lust and love, or just of gentle sweet feelings;
and I like to write of the past and my family lost, no
telling what I will write- my pen has all the power.
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April 6, 2016
Poetry/Verse/A Need To Share
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1111-552-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Early Feb 2019 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
In whispers of lyric and rhythm, we find,
Resonate echoes, the heart intertwined.
To contemplate in shadows, where thoughts softly steer,
Soul steering moments, where dreams draw near.
Dance in the twilight, let melodies flow,
Listen intently, let the beat gently show.
Hear the instruments weave their stories untold,
A portrait vibrant, in colors of gold.
Connect the soul to something profound,
In good music, a base that lifts from the ground.
Uplift the spirit, let faith intertwine,
In echoes of hope, where love brightly shines.
In the festive air, we find peace and grace,
To grieve and rejoice, in this sacred space.
Praise and worship, with hearts open wide,
In adoring moments, let truth be our guide.
There was once an era, educative and wise,
Where music spoke volumes, beneath the vast skies.
A profoundly mesmerizing, informative sound,
Where each note and story in unity found.
But now, it seems, in the noise we reside,
Profane and lame, where meanings collide.
Laced with vulgarity, lost in the fray,
As massive boxes drown wisdom away.
Yet still, in the chaos, if we pause and reflect,
We can find in the noise, a chance to connect.
For even in fanatical beats that seem out of line,
There lies a thread of truth, waiting to shine.
So let us muse, let the music arise,
In every beat, a chance to be wise.
In stories of faith, hope, and love,
Let’s seek the meaningful, rise high above.
Before All Men Were Poor
The Sixteen Women..... Why do he think he'll be able to marry her?
All we need to do is introduce her to someone who'll do exact ally what she wants. She wants someone she can brag about and complain about in one sentence. This is so people can understand her disposition. She be a sage amongst those who believe in her truth. Sac rate to those who are in the same circumstance. Her children will stand with her, since they'll be born to believe that what she has taught them in brainwashing.
The Sixteen Men....invoking emotion to merely divide/ Those who believe there is no such thing as love might agree to live with something that has been negotiated through historical references. Capping one's ability to rebound often is meet with resistance. Causing mean spirted conversations and aggressive or retorted conversation. Which is conflicted should have resolution prior to the implementation.
The narrator...depending on the duration of the real area: then where guidance is needed to explain the do's and don'ts within the area(the rules and laws) because they meet when both were single, and continued there relationships throughout there marriages: some would speculate these people taught from the positions of there experiences, giving advice without explaining the circumstance, and laws that govern friendship, marriage, divorce, and money. Since the song needs structure it is wise to. Explain the laws which govern these areas of topic. Why the people are engaged in the conversation anyway. And what gives the people the reason to think that seperating two people is either kind or fair.
Not to be used to make decisions; being informative and useful. These are not mentioned to be used as a substitute for legal advice.
Why do we talk, the words we speak only mock.
like a parent she's harsh and informative.
Like a kid he's careless, and calm with inane childish mannerisms
Opposites attract they say, yet reality claims they pull away.
They both trekked the odyssey innocent young and without thought
Why do they speak, when the words only mock.
Why are they together when not high they're angry and bitter
o.c.d she's fastidious in every aspect of life.
Unkempt he's never organized his feelings he hides
His friends in awe of her as they unravel together.
They both ignored the rumors and gossip agreeing that others opinions matter not.
Why are they together when not high they're angry and bitter.
Why this? Why that? Everyone wants answers.
Knowing all seems proactive, but be careful known to be negative.
with knowing all you'd be prepared also unintentionally killing surprise.
No euphoria can be felt no tree on christmas life would become dull.
Why This? Why that? Do we truly want answers to every question asked?
INTO THE LIGHT
quiet
impressions
to
celebrate
a
commitment
to
proven
territory
offerings
slightly outside
the usual
nevertheless
as its
cue
a
hitherto
virtual tour
customary
of
insight
in an
informative
mixture
tracing
shadowy figures
in
stellar
impressions
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
There's facts and small truths and jokes about life,
Canned laughter and the occasional song.
And there's always argued political opinions,
From big to small, right and wrong.
The guests talk, on topic, of their own field,
Never deviating from what's in their head.
And I listen and think and ponder and learn,
On the informative ideas that are said.
Of course there's the occasional crazy guest,
Living underground in the housed up bomb shelter.
Believing world war three but forgetting air conditioning,
So freezing in winter, then in summer they swelter.
And the ads, the commercials of modern,
Selling things to folks on the go.
It's our weekend airwaves filled full to the top,
It's our local radio show.
the arguments and the spittle
they are our muscle
the curse words and the raw harshness
they are our multivitamins
the accusations and the confirmations
they are our truth serums
the holding on and the letting go
they are our inspiration to work
the laughter that we share
the positive memories we declare
the forward movement with the freshness of a spare
the quality time now handled with thorough care
building blocks are heavy
cinder blocks are heavy
roadblocks are challenging
around the block is challenging
the doghouse and the worn sofa
inspires contemplation and marination
the circle drives and the cooloff walks
inspires strategy sessions and blueprint brainstorms
the attention deposits and the attention withdrawals
inspires infinite lessons and next time remembrances
the long talks and the informative conversations
inspires the next day and the next workload
simple assembly still takes time
simple maintenance still takes time
the screw and the screwdriver can still cause callouses
the hammer and the nail can still cause callouses
however and nevertheless, it all can never go wrong
as long as God is the Foundation on which the Bond stands strong....
Languages are important its worth learning
How nice it would be to understand other cultures
To communicate and converse with others in a variety of ways
Languages are diverse and unique in so many ways
Languages are informative, expressive and directive in nature
Languages is another way of us getting along
Languages is like the rose of Heaven
Falling in love all over again
Words of similarity played and rehearsed
In all forms of glorious melodies
Harmony and Symphony becoming like one
Languages are the reason each and every day
Cultures, nations and people communicate with each other
Learning to love, respect and understand one another
The use of different Languages
Allows us to respect, communicate and get along.
Two hundred forty two
(12.1 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations
in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,
now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known graves
buried amidst avast
cleft rapacious urbanization
long forgotten innocent youths
hailing within then bucolic
Montgomery, Delaware and Chester county
forsook their young precious lives
voluntarily promising sons
risking life and limb
more often former versus latter
sacrificing stripling flesh
encompassing urbanized tracts
quite familiar to yours truly
suddenly made aware
unbeknownst till yesterday
informative literary handiwork
titled "A Glimpse of Freedom"
engagingly written by Douglas Shupinski
details innocently naive country bumpkins
sacrificing potential sweat of brow,
albeit grueling labor
fostering holistic existence
transforming boyz to men
hardened green soldiers
into battle weary fighters
regarding, kickstarting, envisioning
inchoate cause named freedom
emancipating fledgling America
against British throne
awareness percolates,
perturbs, permeates psyche
synchronizing, manifesting, galvanizing
how past historical events
within close proximity,
where I mostly resided
since birth, now experience
absorption, communion, edification...
with dead souls
nearly deathly quiet
only most perceptive can detect!
An Awakening
by Odin Roark
The cover of cotton comfort
How secure the asylum
Overhead
Body
Snuggled deep in pre-sleep
How determined we become
To relieve that daily nemesis
Reality’s reminder that fantasy
Desires nothing more than peace
Our minds and hearts
Scream at each other
Wanting only the accord
Available to those who abandon
Make believe beyond
Informative abstract
Accepting not reason and logic
Opting instead for the quick fix of escape
Suffers vacuous results
Where goes the lost potential
The essence struggling for actuation
The reaching ratification of reality
Wanting but understanding
Expecting nothing beyond acceptance?
For the weak
Gravity holds firm
For the strong
Purity of soul renders invisible
Those obstacles reserved for the anemic
The few who open eyelids
Consenting to light and colors
Infiltrating the monochromatic world of failure
Flows a rainbow of understanding
How revelatory the moment
When allowance delivers epiphanies remarkable
Rendering doubt but a glitch
Self-loathing but a challenge
Where outcome is all it needs to be
While pursuing
An awakening