Long Livening Poems
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Your soul is a cool water spring on a hot summer day
Bathing my heart with your soothing caressing resplendor;
In it are ripples and ponds and from miles away
It pours upon me - your gentleness, kindness, candor -
Washing away all the agony and the dirt
Washing away all that is untrue and polluted
Taking away all the nastiness, pain and hurt
And livening my heart with your fantastic beauty.
Your soul that dissolves all world's harshness, but is herself pure -
Your soul, so spectacular and so precious!
Dressing yourself with external and inner allure -
Pouring under the rock, till it bursts, till it crashes!
Your soul is a cool water spring - in it, truth of life
Glimmers and shimmers and plays in your quintessence:
In it, Eternal and You are made whole, and together they strive
To bathe all the world in your cool and caressing liquescence.
And then as the river will flow, to become ocean waves -
Bathing the corals and sands and the swimming creatures:
Bringing along with itself all the substance Life craves
And then becoming Life's substance as well as Her teacher:
Into the clouds, and the rain, and the ocean mist -
There to create its embodiment and completeness!
Coursing through everything, allowing life to exist -
Passionate truth and the substance of all existence!
Your soul is a cool water spring - a spring storm -
And in its highest embodiment - a sun shower:
Water illumined by light; soft, transparent, and warm -
Greetings to you, O spectacular soul from down under!
Cradled by rain and wind
weeps the tree bare of green
recalling sunlit days of spring
birds romancing by foliage hid
birthing life in flowery inns
fruits swinging like rosy kids
waving colors pushed by wind
orange cherries nectarines
strawberry hoods in festive green
robins songs at brake of dawn
sparkling tears of marigolds
all of a sudden whistling wind
rips memory sick limbs
tickled by bite of icy kiss
laughs the tree turning green
aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
do I make spring
or does spring make me
aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
laughing within is forever spring
God's love print in voiceless tree
makes it share its pulp and drink
rest in serenity winter bliss
explode like fireworks again in spring
with brilliance of colors in fields of green
and nights of songs with fireflies dreams
man has only four seasons at best
can't circle back on its aging steps
always forward on untrodden path
free to believe or God reject
with power to love or destroy at will
but only the chaff eyes can see
can't touch paradise or hell within
the eternal wheat that lasts
livening the chaff that pass
joy is staying in God's love nest
keeping faith's treasure chest
a princely crown awaiting head
that bows down to Him with yes
kingdom of marvels without end
circling in love with family of friends
in vigor of spring at the banquet of joy
with the King forever in love.
Fifth Place Winner: A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1215
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours May 5- 5/5/21
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
June 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-18
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD TO WHOM WE POUR OUT
OUR TEARS UNTO
Praise be to God to Whom we pour out our tears unto for:
Joy of no joke
Justice midst jesting
Joviality against jitters
Jubilation beyond jackpot
Job that jolts us to jolly journey
Job 17:15 Praise be to the Lord for assuring us hope in His:
Kingdom along His gracious kinship
Kindness with His granted knowledge
Kingship, governing us along our kneeling
Keenness, guarding us from being knocked-out
Keeping with His gloriousness beyond kindling kaleidoscope
Job 18:18 Praise be to the Saviour for His light:
Leading us to His love
Livening us by His lawful lessons
Liberating us against lamentations
Lengthening our lives for lovely legacy
Letting us listen to and laud His loftiness for our learning. Amen!
June 4, 2024
There is a wave of New Orleans music
I cannot grasp... it throbs inside me swooning,
crawling quivering as whiffs of tempo gyrate
around nine seventeen pm in a bistro:
the sax, piano, drums railing notes on crest
of wild grace, ever buoyant amid sultry air.
And I listen to a groove vibrate ,
rousing the marrow of my body
with primordial tones livening
classic groans and modern jazz--
that my hips cavort in a dance unbidden,
a fire rippling along bursts of instinctive thrill:
four hours after nine seventeen pm--
near twilight’s cadence lilting
upon my bosom-- I jam joggle jive
floating in crazed matters that no longer matter.
Brian's Strand no 770
(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford
was killed in combat near Lopera, during the
Spanish Civil War. It was the day after his
twenty-first birthday. Could this be the poem
he was formulating in his last hours?)
They switched from cubes to cylinders,
those knights of Calatrava,
when cannon chipped the corners off.
We’re still playing at that palaver.
I’m lying in a scratch-mark
(saying “trench” insults true trenches),
about to take Lopera,
mired in medieval stenches.
Sunlight’s livening turrets
on the ochre-amber castle,
and we’re about to murder
its “Fascist-lackey vassals”.
We glided through the olives
like viruses, infesting:
since no-one gave us shovels, we
scraped fox-holes with our mess tins.
Amusing, isn’t it, pondering
exactly what a fight is?
Do I help humanity by
contracting enteritis?
The whole thing seems to hover
between contrary poles:
by killing (or by dying)
do we achieve our goals?
I’d hoped to fire some shots, then go,
but war’s prolonged, extensive.
I can’t defend aggression, though
passivity’s offensive.
Lopera – is it Cordoba,
or is it part of Jaen?
We’re lads with rusty rifles,
but do we count as men?
And am I now a soldier,
or a Marxist doctrinaire?
Five turrets glow down on me,
three round, while two are square.
Blurry sight and squinted eyes,
Spotted something under the sweaty brows
Steps hurried over stumbled and fumbled.
It's been years now, as I reminisce...
and the thorns never stop growing, do they?
with bruised foot that continued, now I know!
It's a well! another well, oh well...
a checkpoint I presume?
It'll be empty as others as well.
"I'm tired now, it seems",
"Tell me life, how long has it been?"
I noticed a pause, no words spared, as usual.
The dusty path took me there, near and nearer...
Hands on the wall, I looked down
Did the dry eyes reflect a sudden sparkle?
Yes...there's some water down there?
"Is this the last stop?" I thought...
The wandering heart answers in naught.
There's more to go huh, how much then?
Shrugging its shoulders, no words came.
The water is cold, went down my thirsty throat,
Livening up my nerves as I gloat.
Still not enough, didn't feel any satiate
"At least you found some water,"
"Right there, there's a light!"
There is some, which wasn't before, albeit in crumbs,
that's greed right there, but let's fret not,
let's not stop our journey here.
I can smell the wet grounds and the rains
What sweet melody for it to travel this far,
its small, but there is a spark!
Afoot again, i walk now
Let's meet again, if fate allows
at the next stop, to the next well
and I'm sure I'll have another story to tell!
Round and round goes the carousel,
Up and down goes the see-saw,
High and high goes the swinging spell,
Climbing up, sliding down, ha!
I love to play in this green park,
I come here every evening,
Sometimes I watch the doggies bark,
A pastime quite livening!
I love the carousel the best,
Riding the horse round and round,
It's fun and I can never rest,
Leaves me worn out and spellbound,
Round and round goes the carousel,
Up and down goes the see-saw,
High and high goes the swinging spell,
Climbing up, sliding down, ha!
9th November 2022
For Eve Roper's "Be creative" contest
Caressing the naked skin
Like whispers of joyous winds
Brilliant hues of silence
Murmur through the sun’s rays
Lifting aching hearts
Coloring thoughts in hope
Breathing lights across the senses
With gentle flickers of laughter
Growing brighter with each smile
Illuminating the nature of every heart
Warming faith in creative ways
Blessing kindness with wonderful aliveness
Gentling the passions that live within
Composing a melody in song and dance
Livening the gifts of inspiration
Singing a hymn of faithful dedication
To those who need the gifts granted
By a Creator who is strong and wise
Grooming the trees for the sighs
Leaves struggling to live and thrive
Washing the moments in amber promises
Wishes for grace that gives
Dreams of days of still harmony
Honoring the nature that believes
Adorning the integrity of those who grieve
With comfort and pleasure
Feelings welcoming the consoling
Who is a gift from the heavens
God’s comfort on the prayers and praises
Of those who need His merciful answers
Heartening the aches of those
Who know only darkness in their thoughts
And need desperately to see the light
That beckons from the stars so bright
Shimmers in the moon and sun
Reaches down to shine on a bleak world
In shadows and in hues
Of gladness and sweet truth
There is the resolution of faith
Quickening the knowledge of grace
That raises the spirit and soothes the soul
With a rich strength from the One who is love
Open Poetry 5 contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
May 28, 2021