Long Masterly Poems
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Rain is nice when it's subtle
Sun is nice when it ain't too warm
Sleep is nice when you just cuddle
Life is nice no matter where you come from
We try not to over do but we did
We try not to over think but we thought
We do not search... we seek
We haven't even begin to fight... we fought
And I wonder... is nice dull?
Need we the thrill to appreciate?
Is it us becomingly foul?
How have we become to masterly relate?
Mankind's worst isn't a man's worse
No one has ever gone through hell to appreciate heaven
Love's a blossom... Love's a curse
Or have you known... a promise is simply whether you make broken?
Sun can shine upon rain's subtle
A you can just be wet and warm
Sleep is at times nice without cuddle
Life can be nice... no matter where you come from....
SKETCHING
taste
for
a revelation
present
or past
tradition
tinged
with change
capture
the living
everywhere
in
a
masterly
style
of
an
unpromising
outlook
by intuition
ever
persist
be
encouraged
&
never
remote
of
the
ever
changing
tastes
of
the
enigmatic
&
immune
in
a
sphere
spinning
away
from
the
contrast
of
light
conceptualising
the
moment
of
today
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
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Po
Well, I suppose that I am again revealing my age,
But I grew up when Burma Shave signs were all the rage!
Could it be that those 'masterly creations' sparked my poetic bent,
As I soaked up a tad of 'culture' as down the rural roads I went?
"Buddy, if its a bit of romance you crave;
Best you slather yer mug with Burma Shave!"
"Why would she deign to give you a cuddly hug?
Better use Burma Shave to smooth yer bristly mug!"
"Fer a smoother shave here's the latest buzz;
Use Burma Shave to rid yer mug of all that fuzz!"
"If you really want to set that romance on fire;
Use Burma Shave to smooth yer mug of all that brier!"
"If you need to clear yer mug of that five-o'clock shade;
Use a heap of Burma Shave with yer razor blade!"
"If scratchy whiskers are causing romance to be rather grim;
Perhaps a dab of Burma Shave would smooth yer trim!"
"If yer love-life with her has nearly disappeared;
Maybe its time to lather-up with Burma Shave on yer beard!"
"If yer whiskers are as scratchy as a field of thistles;
Use Burma Shave on your kisser to rid it of all those bristles!"
(To learn more about Burma Shave signs during the 1920s/30s go to your
search and enter "History of Burma Shave Signs")
If you look at Stephen Foster,
who wrote songs for the minstrel shows,
you wouldn’t expect a genius
that all of the world would know.
He was another bookkeeper
for a steamship company,
until he started writing tunes
that to this day sound masterly.
Today those same minstrel shows
seem quite insulting to good minds,
they weren’t exactly ‘High Culture’
way back in Foster’s time,
but the man wrote Old Susanna,
and My Old Kentucky Home,
the Swanee River, Camptown Races,
and Hard Times Come Again No More.
Even Beautiful Dreamer,
and Genie With The Light Brown Hair,
the amount of hits this man wrote
can drive musicians to despair.
From throw-away entertainment
that never got a second look,
this man alone wrote the core of
The Great American Songbook.
That he still remains relevant,
even known at this late date,
show that we never can predict
who exactly will be great.
brilliant brushstrokes of a masterly mind,
golden glimpse of a scarlet sunset emerge
glimmering glorious gossamer glow
vermillion twilight portrays peace
blissful serene solitude
harmonious Palms evoke tender tranquility
opalescent ocean inspires imagination.
January 2, 2021
For Strand - 1045 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
ART
Art moves me.
Stirs me up,
enchants me.
Art is an expression
of observations, thoughts,
feelings, and reflections.
And the application
of creative prowess
and imagination.
The carvings of forms, either abstract
or three dimensional displayed as
rare, exquisite sculptures that attract.
The symphonies composed, masterly
wherein, different instruments played
in harmony, arranged classily.
Poems sensibly, sublimely penned.
Expressions of diverse thoughts, feelings.
The readers relate and apprehend.
8/2/21 Submitted for
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Brian Strand
7/23/21 A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry
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It’s, for me, not nature’s just one aspect or the other;
But, each creature of nature is greater than the other.
An ant moving unnoticed under any leaf or flower,
Rolling food, even under feet of animals much heavier;
An earthworm incessantly tilling anyone’s land,
And unassumingly lending farmers its helping hand;
The bee hummingbird that drinks nectar from flowers,
And by way of pollination, its gratefulness reciprocates;
Beavers that in their masterly way reducing soil erosions,
And said to be improving the quality of water streams;
Llamas while making easy the mountaineers’ transportations,
Offer their hide and wool as fabrics, crafts, ropes, and rugs;
Rats that cooperate with human beings as regular rodents,
Though not considering themselves as contributing agents;
Squirrels that consistently shape plant compositions,
And impulsively burry seeds and enable plantations;
Crows the commonest of all scavenger birds in India,
Together with vulture, eagle, hawk, kite, and jackdaw;
Butterflies or dragonflies, or beetles or ladybirds,
Moths or bugs or bumblebees or leaf miner or spiders;
Animals domesticated or in the wild that might hit and kill
Who’s great, who’s small, in the mysterious life-cycle?
7th May 2021
ALL YOURS (May 9) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I miss you only if you miss my smile
I desire you only if you like my style
I always do my best and will continue to do so
You enjoy my impromptu speech and tempo
You know that I am opinionated
I express myself freely and overtly like Ed
One of my favorite politicians
Indeed, a masterly eloquent *****sapiens
I say what I have to say fearlessly and candidly
I do care a lot; yes. Yes, I do care immensely
You know exactly what to do now
Don't ask me why, what, who and how
Be very pretty tonight and do the chores
I'll be ready. Don't forget to fix the doors.
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Ascending at a very rapid pace*;
Making haste from the pit below.
Soon there arrived a knocking at my door,
as I imagined something rotten to the core.
But to my blessed and pleasant surprise,
There appeared a most beautiful being,
most masterly devised and starring into my eyes.
As I opened the door reluctantly, I beheld his caring eyes.
From the hell below, he had survived and also thrived.
He was sent to me to share and sweeten my story.
He knew me well- my entire history, and I knew not how.
I wanted to bow as his presence embraced me gracefully,
and like a blanket, it filled me with warmth so lovingly.
And like the angel Michael who came to the aid of Gabriel,
He fought, and fights for me presently, against the forces of hell.
About this encounter I shall forever tell,
with the hope that my story serves you well.
060422PS *Fiction
She exits the shower
As i towel her down
Her long blond hair
Skin so brown
With her back to me
In masterly strokes
Every part i caress
Her wanting stokes
She takes my hands
To her breasts she cups
Our torso's close
In standing up
She bares her nape
Invites me to kiss
As my blood responds
To my manly bliss
This path of passion
We tenderly follow
Our bodies racing
As we lovingly wallow
We lie on the bed
Two adventurers in roam
Exploring new worlds
To eventually find home
Sensual finds
As they make their way
A pillar of strength
Through a secret gate plays
Curvaceous mounds
With pert like cairns
Forested grasses
Wonderment stare
Through the open gate
In this warm moist land
Signals in sync
As we read our commands
In movement so tender
With sighs and groans
Between the V
As he's welcomed home
In rhythmic rhyme
Their music plays
Notes are hit
In orchestral display
Kisses shared
Bodies slide
Hearts content
In sensual glide
Eruption emits
His lava flow
Tanned maiden
Golden glow
Orgasmic glands
Climax embrace
In their world of love
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