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Love sought me out
Never leaving me in doubt
From my Mother’s eyes
Shining bright, alive, life-size
Love silenced all my fears
Wiping away my tender tears
Reassuring my soul of hope
Silencing weeping so I could cope
Love braved the coldest dread
Making me feel joy instead
Encouraging my faith, my trust
Erasing worry and every disgust
Love singled me out to believe
Silencing uncertainty, so I receive
Promises of a future so bright
It’s pretty much black and white…
Love lives inside, always smiling
Charming, persuading, beguiling
Creating a home for every dream
Where God’s wonder reigns supreme
Love like this is alive, a dancing fire
Reminding the heart to believe and admire
The grace that brings relief and peace
It will never go away, never release
The heart from its amazing conviction
That love is more than simply addiction
Love is the prayer and the solution
Love is the heart and soul’s restitution
Like a light burning away the darkness
Removing the past’s haunting, its starkness
With the brilliance of a passion so alive
The feelings inside the heart will forever thrive
God is love and love is God
Wherever you go, here or abroad
There is no doubt that love abides
Joy, hope and peace it always provides
Love like this is a wonder
Nothing can ever put it asunder
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by fingers 1
tactile traces
three dimensional
2
visual joy
imagination illumed
displayed forever
in stilled life
to touch a dream
&be touched
by
poses for posterity
human forms
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty
that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
3
life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent spontaneous
4
sculptured
reality
5
stark
ingrained
statues
6
prosaic
inexplicable
simplicity
unsettling
perspectives
confusion ...
the
metaphysical ...
made
known
thought
pauses
gathered
in
the
readymade
created
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or found
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1 Coloured hand print
2 Crushed paper presse
3 Sculpture paper mache (front)
4 Coloured cut-outs
5 String installation
6 Sculpture paper mache (back)
7 Dada style safety pins
8 Hanging found object trouve
Where are my shoes? I can't find my shoes!
Where have I put them? They're impossible to lose!
OMG, I'm ashamed! This is awful! Don't tell anyone the news!
--Whew! Now take a deep breath: I've found them with the booze.
Oh, no! Not my hat! Oh, drat! I simply can't have lost that!
My purple-pink alligator hat, the one that's cockeyed and flat.
Where could it be? It's not in the wine vat or under the doormat.
--Whew! Inhale and exhale: It's perched on top of the green velvet cat.
What's this? Ee-gads! My wedding ring's not on my finger?
Where in Heaven or Hell did I possible fling her?
Doggone it! It's not inside my life-size replica of a honeybee's stinger!
--Whew! OK, calm down! I see it: on the tippy-tip-tip of my hummingbird's
dinger.
O, Dear! Whatever can the matter be? Do you think that I'm losing it?
That I've got Alzheiimers, Dementia, or I'm Inspector Clousseau-ing** it?
Not a chance, my precious darling: Boot your brain and start using it!
Once you remember I'm already 99 1/2 years young,
You'll be glad that the green velvet cat in the purple-pink alligator hat
Hasn't yet got my tongue!
--February 07, 2018
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**Peter Sellers rather insane, comic character from the movie, "Return of the Pink Panther, c. 1975.
Stillness floods my soul
Rhythms of peace, to console
Lifting me higher, like hope
Restoring God’s grace so I can cope
Quiet whispers, a song of grace
Pouring forth wonder to gently embrace
Singing through the thunder, praise
His sweet voice will surely amaze
Silent prayers, lifted to the skies
Meant to bring glory that is life size
Revealing the music that plays inside
Those who are servants who ever abide
Remembering the feelings, the glory so wise
Startling the moments with His wonderous surprise…
Wherever we are, whatever comes in our life
He is the answer to all doubting or strife –
He is the reason we can know peace within
He is the wonderful who has always been…
The still in the breath, the song in the wind
He brings forgiveness to all of us who’ve sinned.
I’ll never stop believing He saved me completely
His love flows across my heart, so tender and sweetly
Bringing me assurance that His light will never dim
Because He is the song of forever – the joy in each hymn
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power plant, a quater-back serving audibles, wide-receivers run em in slants, run deep, swapping the rythym up, call it skill or pronounce them fiery darts of the devil, replay read a lot of fake words, deploy nothing but truths that carry troops, dead-zone drop-off swing wide scrape the danger, winged right there then, repairs upmost respected like I have a strong command of the english langauge, a strong sense of honor, PoW's plenty of wise men, plenty that u couldnt challenge on the battlefield, u better be ready to die when you walk in their battallion, Feel the valance the stealth, feel nothing feel what you feel wether its false politics American Goverment, I dont condemn my country, American people be the damn blindest, conditionally unseasoned , refutedly would he die in that war man? Well im a black speck in his eyes dying where ever it dont make a ****, you think a soldier gives a damn about being remembered, nah its about fighting your hardest, living longer, having your friends back, perfecting that last love letter, asking God for guidance, as waiting for it, Command given stretch the ammunition, permissions only to use your intuition, now i put a disatant on that idea's be balanced if you spot it u got it, six strikes 3 terrible battle plans, instructions be on a good heart. we life size- we realize it. we competition cams with a lope pulling deeper compression, true intentions blow up in your mind like mushroom clouds, like the repurcussion was a blast to the laws broken in an accident, cheap shells cheap never be Blaine c cheap s sweetlies b bashing breaking *****es, bullstrong. balls with the brillance, beautiful blows, brainstorming, bulls of bashan beaware the wheel of furtune turns quick ask me I slip out simple vibes I be on top soon. blanks broken hollypoints I keep one jax in the chamber, Bang baby I still hit hard with the power, bang *****es blaine me, can u blame me? Straight and narrow , not like in a false form, warfront back on a warhorse, back on the foremost thoughts of a man with a decision to make..
Form:
SAGEBRUSH RANCH
holding his small hand,
jumping up and down,
in the silver box —
a playground with mirrors
and three buttons.
people that look like us
are all around.
when the box is full
they disappear.
the ding-ding sounds
and doors part ways,
as we exit into the gallery,
where only grandma takes note
of the paintings that blur
as we hurry to the Sagebrush Ranch.
the stagecoach rocks,
horses hooves sound a steady beat,
as we watch the scenery (on a little screen)
the buckaroo protects his grandma,
with fingers cocked, ready for an impending shootout.
the checkerboard sings
as we press buttons —
the crooning of a cowboy in our ears.
we “sit a while” in the wicker rockers.
there’s a room in the ranch
with a rope-style bed, and
a treasure chest of play clothes.
the four-year old grins, as he digs,
putting on boots way too big
and a black and white faux-cowhide vest.
i help this towhead into the saddle
of a life size horse, teaching him
the little that grandma knows —
“giddyup” as he stirs the rein
and “whoa” as he leans back on his critter.
the boots oft slip, and he orders
“the princess” to pull them on again.
assisted with a dismount,
he runs to the chuck wagon to beg
a carrot from the nearby cook,
pats down the horse and urges him to eat
after the long and dusty desert ride.
the excitement as he gallops to each station,
enterprising in each task, never letting “the princess”
relax. he climbs the ladder into the loft,
and makes her ascend. they watch cowboy t.v.
at the end, they ride the stellar box, up and down
then to the cowboy store, where his cherub cheeks
blush and his eyes twinkle, with a dollar in his hand.
he pays for a lollipop in the shape of a cowboy boot.
this cowpoke falls asleep,
as the modern carriage rocks him
and grandma smiles as she wields the reins.
2/27/2019
oh turn-
turn back time the pages of my life
I wish-
I could go back
go back to when I was a child
full of happiness and joyful glee
to christmas with my family
before the sorrow . . .
I loved christmas day
the cooking and decorating
mom fussing and grandma dusting
dad entwining lights on the tree
the fireplace crackling and glowing
snow falling and santa dreams
dancing in my mind on christmas eve
before the sorrow . . .
I recall the year-
I wanted a life size doll
but got a baby doll-
I was sad so very sad but held my tears
until I went to my room
a few days later I loved baby doll
and all her sweet accessories
another year I got snowball cat
all white I remember dad trying
to keep her in my stocking
and then she ran up the blinking tree
for the day
before the sorrow . . .
and we would go to grandpa's farm
for horse pulled sleigh rides
through the snow covered fields and woods
that was so much fun
and grandpa would let me help
with the horses
before the sorrow . . .
oh the food and family coming and going
the laughter and singing and dancing
that is what I remember from my childhood christmas
before the sorrow . . .
I still have mom's and grandma's decorations
in a tattered box-
and I will decorate my tree
then, I will go and visit them all the beloved
beyond a creaky gate
and touch each name engraved in stone
and remember each one
before the sorrow . . .
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November 23, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'my childhood christmas'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9646-11-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 9 - Childhood
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
I saw a bird fly by
In allures so its tail appealing it was
Its tail swayed here and there
Like this and like that
As it flew flee free
It leapt from tree to tree
I wanted to hold it by grip tight
But wary my scheme was commonplace at its sight
It seemly had a rat smelt
So It did fly away anyway
So many petite birds that came and went there seems
Or, so many life-size birds that flew by
What a reflection of crude splendor stunning?
I snooped as they chirped and clapped
Their charming song tantalizing
And rhyme wasn’t muddled
Small and big birds that did fly by
Some embedded with huge broad beaks
That seemed so unkempt.
Five-and-Dime Store
by Odin Roark
Maybe I remember ‘cause…
Everyday was a holiday
At Woolworth’s Five-and-Dime store.
Colored things were floor-to-ceiling,
Holding fast the lingering scents of popcorn,
American grilled cheese sandwiches,
Salt Water Taffy and fudge squares,
Clashing with parakeet and hamster living.
They were in the back where the little kids’ zoo was.
Maybe ‘cause…
Life-size cardboard Hopalong Cassidy
And Gene Autry cutouts hung from fishing lines,
Wrapped round roof nails.
Five and Dime treasures dangling over
Kid literature my dad called them
Five cent comic books right next to
Licorice and malt-ball canisters.
And just up the aisle,
Grandma’s favorite counter
Where she’d always buy her special envelopes--
Light blue par avion with printed airplanes.
I’d lift my chin up to the edge,
Stare at those airplanes
And dream. Wow, how I dreamed.
Maybe I was collectin’ make believe
for when…
Oh, how Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma
Loved to drive the Model A into town,
Saunter up to the Five and Dime counter,
Order a turkey dinner,
Or liver and onions,
And then stare so long…
So long they’d stare into
Their empty coffee cups,
While I slurped my root beer.
I could make a root beer last forever
You know?
Mama bought a lampshade once,
The crimped accordion-kind,
Along with those lacy see-through curtains.
“Par-cale” I think she called them.
Never did understand their purpose.
What good’s a curtain you can see through?
And home,
When they were hung,
They’d lift and float straight out
When the windows were open.
Our cows and chickens would chorus up
Join me to laugh and the dancing curtains.
See-through-lift-up curtains.
Made no sense.
Maybe…
Maybe that’s how they all
Wanted to be remembered
Mama, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa.
I don’t know.
Now I sit in my new Lexus
Gaze across the street
Where the twenty-story
Glass and steel office building.
Erected where the old Five and Dime
Held so many good times.
Maybe I drove here ‘cause…
I needed to finger some nickels and dimes
In the pant pocket of my Armani suit
Gaze and remember the sweet smells and jelly bean colors.
When gettin’ happy and stayin’ happy was so easy.
Back then.
I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror,
Because this so called reflection is not really me.
I think he is a stranger that moved into my house,
For the man that I see is somewhat, ugly.
I think he built this life size window
To spy on everything that I do
And I can tell you he is beginning pissing me off
I can feel my anger’s starting to brew
Once I moved to the side of the window
And he disappeared out of sight
What I could see a part of his room
Gave me an terrible fright
The bugger’s been to the same shop
And bought the same things I have
The bed, cupboards and lamp shades
And on the table he even has the same Sat. Nav.
I peeped into this window
With the hope to catch him off guard
But there he was looking at me
Staring just as hard
I stood in front of the loser and cussed the most colourful words
The monkey aped every action even the moving of his lips
Then it dawned on me that he wore the same clothes
In the same pose with his hands on his hips
So infuriated, I punched the window
And ended his years of peeping tom jeer
However, the bugger is now haunting me
In every glass I happen to peer