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As I looked at the sky, I was mesmerized,
It was too beautiful, I couldn't take off my eyes!
There was a calm blue sea, a boat was sailing by...
Every now and then sky paints beautiful pictures,
they keep changing,
The other day I saw a river flowing by, there were many small blue ponds,
Yet another day I saw an ocean, waves rippling on it,
Cool breeze flowed and I felt I was in a beach!
Mountains of orange, grey, red, white, snow clad one's too,
At time scary demon with big eyes stares at you.
Sometimes their is a garden, colourful flowers growing on them.
Different shades of Red and Blue and grey paint beautiful pictures everyday,
These pictures are most visible when the sun is not that bright,
Early morning, evening, rainy season, the best time to watch.
Sitting at home amidst corona,I am not missing my vacation,
Sky paints beautiful scenery I am happy watching them.
Beauties of nature all for free,
Do lookup, I am sure you too will be happy.
First thoughts emerging
From my wakening mind —
Shall it be fear
That fills me
Weak and faint
To face the waiting day?
Or, sleep dispersing
With the coming dawn,
Shall crowded thoughts
Rush restless
Through my mind
Of endless things undone?
When shadows fading
Flee the rising sun,
Shall other shades
Of darkness
Shroud my mind
With life's futility?
Or once more waking,
Weep in bitterness
To find my life
Unwanted,
Out of use,
An emptiness alone?
Shall night unsleeping
Bring the morning grey,
And sorrows, fears,
And heartache,
Crowd my mind
In comfortless array?
Or could my thinking
Turn these pains to prayer
To him who knows
My helplessness
My weariness,
And find in him relief?
Could he my pacing
Thoughts infuse with peace,
If I lookup
And cry,
Lord,
I believe!
Help Thou my unbelief?
See Mark 9:24
waiting
milky Way
eyes
riding
shooting star
choosing
hallucinations
tumbled
from modicum
heart
scattering
under light
&blood red moon
grasped?
defying
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remember
stars are
lost dreams
&gazing
back
at you
yet
mourns
each stolen
soul
crying
muted
again never
cogitate on
dawn
nor
sun lentigines
expectations
enters two
shades:
torment
&fear
black
for isolation
red
for blood
&Intoxication
Written: Sep 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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
I see my father mirrored image reflected back to me
In John's Lennon's small rounded glasses frames
Straddled upon again my father's nose which he often loved to pick
And this i noticed instantly the very fist time I seen a picture of
his face
Which i think is the reason why I feel I have An infinity or feel a connection or bond with him although
In reality I realize I probably don't
It's just something that makes me smile and reminds me of my dad
And what I alone in my head
Imagine
Either of them would say If only
Either of them we're still alive
And found themselves in the same place at the same time
I also imagine they could have possibly been friends
As both of them we're 2 young angry men from Liverpool
Who never had anything good or positive thing to say about their childhood's growing up
And why I find it so easily to identify with his lyrics and emotive choke strained voice
Because my father sounded exactly the same to me
John wrote Mother you never wanted me
Father why did you abandoned me
Paul said Mother Mary come to me
Let it be
Both poet's crafted by default via emotional traumatic damage caused
A Beatle forged by a grand desire wishing to fly away
As was Paul and may well be the reason he named his band Wings
And why my dad joined the navy in order to sail anywhere else far and way
Because he felt as if he had stayed he would feel like a bird who had his wings clipped
But I digress returning to the initial point I wished to make was this
Thanks to my Dad for in some way to me appears to resemble John Lennon
Because he is still to this day very famous luckily for me every now and then
If only for a fleeting passing moment I don't have to actually imagine or remember what he
looked like
It was an image, dark and eerily gray
for a moment I was sure I knew her way
but within her shadowed distant face
none revealed the treasures of her hidden grace;
there was no smile, no laugh or cry,
you could see the depth in her eyes,
only hair kept her discrete
as life kept her well hidden and obsolete
neither twitch nor scorn allowed her to take her turn
nor mend the heartbreak of love now long burned.
So, as you pass,
don't keep your eyes downcast
lookup and straight or miss your chance
to offer comfort, empathy for her circumstance.
Mystic Rose Rose's Rhyme Story
12/18/20
As I was sleeping on Christmas Eve,
I awoke, as I couldn't sleep!
I listened closely and started laughing,
as I heard Santa rapping.
"Oh I love my red new sled,
runs better than a thoroughbred!"
"It's equipped with a Garmin, to find the way,
No more getting lost, hip hip hooray!"
"The sled has air bags in case I crash,
and a cd player on my dash!"
"I have my laptop to receive all my requests,
The days of letters, are in the past!"
"I'm wearing special heated
boots, so I don't slip, when on the roof!"
"All the reindeer have head phones on,
and listen to their favorite rock songs."
"Mrs Clause text me when she misses me,
and I can't wait to see her and get naughty!"
"Oh I love these new special glasses that allow
me to see through walls." It's better then
staring at Rudolfs Balls!"
"My futuristic Santa Suit keeps my privates warm,
doesn't matter if there is a cold, cold storm!"
"I just wish they would invent something to catch
the reindeer poop.
Because as I'm leaving the parents lookup, and
oooooops!"
Futuristic Christmas Sponsored by Mystic Rose 12/9/2015
Foundation.
With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.
Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?
Title:
A voice in the dark whispers
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Not down
And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation
Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon
But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons
With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth
For the son of Cronus and Rhea
Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near
To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands
Delighting in unimaginable fear
So be
Precipitous
And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades
Hidden
Within
Its mists
Espouse goodness
While you still
Live
Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss
And try to avoid
The Void
Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price
But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise
With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice
Will you try to do good?
Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy