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Outlandishness!
forsake me promptly
ink and exegesis
no reminiscence of yesteryear
unexpectedness
not all epistles
armchairs
philharmonic
autumn leaf looming
omnisiouly close
throughout drudgery
utterly dehydrated
me, my pencils
lack of inspiration
exsiccated
tears stream on face
For all anguish!
upheaval giving back voice
rivers dig deeper and deeper
mysterious redundancy
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: February 20, 2022
A Brian Strand Vers Libre Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Image of Inscriptive Elements by Pixabay.
Plain Truth: Christmas
HARK, a majestic consequence proves itself,
bribing through a period that steads neath calendrical overcast skies.
Nowadays, the calamity of Christmas,
where the whole of Japan celebrates,
yet one percent of Japanese observe the Christian faith.
THUS, is the way of other faith followers, seemingly,
celebrating Christmas in some sort of way, shape, or form.
Twas, naught the climate that animates the Christmas ambiance,
though numbers may dissent,
otherwise, amidst such a sentiment.
ALAS, a fertile carpet neath a well-lit Christmas tree that is burrowed,
and richly rooted amongst enwrapped gifts.
Fragmented o'er time, delusional reasons immersed in grand splendor,
and naught be the event of long ago.
HEED, our fabled times a-changing,
toward a materialistic realm,
motivates giving and receiving as we trade in our faith at a cost.
TRUTH, faithful quantities have dwindled,
and beliefs momentarily fluctuate,
during the Christmas time of year.
2020 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 11
yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
we talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days ~
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
with amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
that twenty-one is never really gone,
I feel its demure whispering,
It was never an illusion....
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me !
For "I" old or new Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand "Libre Vers" Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Whence Wordsworth
danced with daffodils
the world of poetry
moved on with
symbols of the inner man
new poems soon began
verse was freed
to explore
imagery
and the like
then
hand in hand
together were
soon to reach
Eliot's waste land
So empty now of
flowers to
while away
the
hours
because
Without a voice it cannot sing
No echos in the heart will ring
Come read,contemplate,give it time
Euphony ,floats on tides of rhyme;
Set free from custom's tyranny
Alternatives in poetry,
Lineation and enjambment
become the poets's intrument.
Beware ,sans pace in patterned verse
Vers Libre may scans as prose, or worse
And stays a writer's curse
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
LICO
Un hombre con pasión
A la humanidad
Sin temor a al pobreza
El daba a la hermandad
Carnalito, él llamaba
A todo que se le enfrentara
No veía ni color ni raza
Pues a todos, él le abría su casa
No había nada
Que alguien necesitara
Y que él
No se ofreciera
Tanto él como
Su esposa
Hacían hoyos
Por cualquier causa
Un hombre
Tan amado
Que lastima
Que haya pasado
Con el señor
El ha de estar
Abriendo senderos
Para los demás
No es el recuerdo
Que tiene uno de su morir
Sino lo feliz
Que nos hizo por su vivir
Lico, en las manos de Dios estas
Y un día
Contigo estaremos
Descansando en paz
No adiós, Carnalito,
Sino hasta luego
Pues al aire libre
A pasear volveremos
Por: Nena Enríquez
Form:
My Song, it could not sing itself
And neither, friend, could I –
The notes they were – preoccupied
The lyrics lies, lies, lies
It struggled with a forlorn tune
With rhythms cadence-less –
Its chords were carried on the wind
Remote and powerless
From steeple tops it sought my ear
It strove for major scales,
Yet failed to lift this Chorister
– It sang to no avail
My voice was mute in silence
It was no song, no song
That I could ever sing along
– The song was wrong, all wrong
And so, I sought a newer verse
A Tune to fit myself
Without a tonal dissonance
Or timing out of step –
For harmony – I scored a Breeze
For words I fitted Truth –
The Tune a composition
An Opus could reboot
The cantos trebled at the strings
The lyrics crooned of Spring
Instinctively my voice arose
To meet this newer thing –
It rose, a Canta Libre
Familiar in refrain,
I felt a certain resonance
At recess in my brain
Advance in bright arrangements
And deftly play the strains
Of Anthems that I once had known
In glorious refrain
From sleeves of albums days gone by
Away on dusty shelves
And stirring now, My Song restored
As if it never left –
A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who to visit in the ranches,
He walks alone in Los Angeles or Dallas,
He can’t visit the great rivers of Utah,
Nor go to photograph the mighty bisons,
Everything is complicated without a car, without a horse,
The cowboy can’t dress himself in California,
He can only feed on salads or sweet poetry;
Everything is difficult, buying a book, a new razor,
Look at the shooting stars above Lake Powell,
Everything is so far away, the flowers on the green hills,
A cowboy without a horse is not free, poor fellow
He can’t cross the Grand Canyon or Arizona fields,
He sees no sun, nor can he meet again his friends,
The gold diggers, the noisy saloons, the poor fellow,
The poor fellow, he is not master of his destiny.
Un homme sans voiture, c’est un pauvre bougre,
C’est comme un cowboy sans cheval, sans âme,
Il ne sait que faire, ni qui visiter dans les ranchs,
Il marche solitaire dans Los Angeles ou Dallas,
Il ne peut visiter les grandes rivières D’Utah,
Ni s’en aller photographier les puissants bisons,
Tout est compliqué sans voiture, sans cheval,
Le cowboy ne peut s’habiller en Californie,
Il ne peut que se nourrir de salades ou de poésie ;
Tout est difficile, acheter un livre, un rasoir neuf,
Regarder les étoiles filantes au-dessus du Lake Powell,
Tout est si loin, les fleurs sur les collines vertes,
Un cowboy sans cheval, n’est pas libre, vous dis-je,
Il ne peut traverser le Grand Canyon, ni l’Arizona,
Il ne voit de soleil, ni ne peut retrouver ses amis,
Les chercheurs d’or, aux saloons bruyants, le pauvre,
Le pauvre bougre, il n’est pas maitre de son destin.
PS, when i come back from the garage friday, i was the happiest man of the world
Memory Moments
Held hands
Made plans
Life goal
Be bold
Life run
No pun
People know
Peep show
Year in
Year out
Century in
Century out
Kiss now
Milk that cow
Day
Night
Monstrous
Fright
Full Moon
Silver Spoon
Freeze
Wait
Now
Reanimate
Free
Verse
-or-
Vers
Libre
Never
Perverse
Not
Zebra
Beer
Glass
Broken
Glass
Idiot
Fool
Nasty
Pool
Polite now
Wonder how
President’s dream
Money scheme
Milky way
Bale hay
Shout out
Never pout
Wonder how
Bless now
Star night
Stage fright
Moose fight
Monster fright
Twilight
All right
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Short-Line Free Verse)
Prognostic,___Anticipation
Doce de Leite
It was a bold statement.
One that was made in front of a lot of
people. But pouring tea and reading
the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark
restrictions means we can't reveal
the name): but it was said in 2025
at number 500 bouts. He shall began
a reign: that shall transigned to
an era of greatness! He to shall again stand
and be champion again.
One to the dismay of the audience and the other
to a fan favoriting triumph.
In the same breathe it was said that
a stethoscope shall hear the sound of
ground bee's in the crevices
of marble:then termites will lead them to treasure
Planning, organizing, leading, controlling, and evaluating.
they shall stumble upon the riches of tomorrow.
And shall solve the problems of pestilence
He shall rise to lead you to greatness..Umino & Takagi,
shall call him. They shall manage him into greatness from afar.
The whispers of encouragement and guidance all within the context
of storylines, the manager positions their client for title opportunities, generally acts as a mouthpiece on their behalf.
These functions involve goal-setting, resource allocation, coordination, decision-making, performance monitoring, and improvement assessment.
The prediction scored him great and within his cultivation he has been seen as victor among men. Even to those who have doubted him!
So hast feng Shui who spake to Hadden
to spoke to Hemuss!
whose favorable or unfavorable
in relation to the flow of energy
spatial arrangement and Oreintaions
Might he say I am him!
the caatlle shall fall in the fields
and the clouds shall become a pinkish-blue
the dogs will howl in day time
and the flute shall hoover over the lyre
to sing the songs in harmony with
all in attendance!
Success doesn't have to mean sacrifice. It doesn't have to cost you the things that matter most. But it does take intention!!!
Creative Control and self Dedication Might he stand to say I am Him!
Campeón de lucha libre de peso pesado del mundo!
Who makes
verse, libre
without
a net
a
Frostie
remark
perhaps
to regret
liberties
require
some
knowledge
and skill
first
so acquire,
else
be
aware
‘freedom’
will
leave us
deep
in the
mire
regular
or free
each a
script
for voice
and ear
no
matter
how
this visual
here
might
now
appear
Having guessed my style why not
Listen to me read one of my poems aloud at this link http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw