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complicated by your mysterious eyes and then you smiled my way.
incompliant hair, teased by the brawny solar wind, potently alluring.
my pulse swoons at your flawless turquoise eyes, their iconic sway.
i thought i’d play it cooly (let’s be honest beg) give up everything.
your smile arced my way.
your feet followed suit.
my tinman- mouth display
at your provocative pursuit.
your charm like a diamond cave, a knight shining, loosened my mine
— all sparkles from my full mouth of teeth, my gums reveal score.
the stage illuminates, hugs us with its warmth; this fame divine.
you turn out to be sweet and nice, a bit introverted, and i adore.
our hands they touched, electricity in synch, our hearts are complete.
never’d believe how we were meant for each other, when first we’d meet.
2/2/2020
Fiction
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
There is only co-arising integrity,
integrity unfolds ubiquitously,
omnipresently, health potently
space and time's incarnating potential
inviting
resolving
regenerating multisystemic polyculturing networks
polypathic information webs
embodied network organic
strings of enculturing forming function
waving binomial binary bionic frequencies
toward more interdependent contentment,
less empty-evaporating contentiousness.
Form unfolds content-ment,
well-formed families and communities
avoid dysfunctional toxic content
by grasping its straining stressful mentoring voice
about not only which dispassions to avoid
but also why
and where to reset our pilgrimage rudder's tipping point,
sweet spot Trim Tab,
to comprehend when integrity-aversion overcompensates,
when avoiding karma's grasp
would trend toward our mutually neglectful dis-grace.
Tomorrow,
always tomorrow,
we might avoid competitive gasping
by grasping cooperative aversions to loss and dissonance.
FASHIONED MOTIFS
traditionally
pastoral
&picturesque
made fascinating
&
clearly
signposted
a pastiche
of the
recognisable
a response
revealed
&
seemingly
celebrated
a gleaming
ephemera
theme
examined
in
a sequenced
critique
made
visible
potently
presented
&fashioned
depicted
in
in a pattern
inspired
by an
instance,
into
a
living
calendar
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
Dear Donald John,
I could be wrong
yet you're not twitterish right
in singing Earth's happiless song.
What normal healthy
Left-Right wealthy
care most about
is what you continue
not responding to
And what we do not care to hear,
to become sufficiently LeftBrain clear,
is what you are reacting through.
Our cooperative cause is democratic health
and not at all
your further plutocratic
disempowering wealth.
We long to hear instead,
to prove you are not yet quite hopelessly dead,
your vision for healthy oceans
prairies
farmland
and forest,
mountains of wealthier days.
We long to hear
maturing love
from and for our co-arising depths
understudying
understories
understanding unhealthy ruins
left for right's decomposing salvage.
We ponder your,
as our own,
ZeroZone unknowns,
wending in wildless wilderness,
creolizing magic,
inviting WinWin cooperation games
and plays,
developmental programs
rather than reactionary pogroms.
We remain unmoved
resisting your ego's fundamental feckless fortune,
as we inductively reassemble
universe uniting one as also another
co-gravitation.
Cooperative systems
co-arise riskier integrity,
inductive reactionary Right
with responsive deductive Left,
potently synergetic,
resonantly seductive
sleek
wilder polypathic nurture configurations
of polyphonic cryptic resonance,
Secular Left twittering Western grateful diplomacy
with Right sacred co-redemption,
CoOperative Ego/Eco-Politics.
No words of mine can potently display
the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;
yet all our ghostly forebears went this way
where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.
No sentient being willingly at first
Accepts the pain that true perception brings.
Yet we must not take hearts to be a curse;
we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.
Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love
from which all better action justly comes
each day the grace we have is just enough
as through the meta narratives we roam
For life' s but a true story we invent,
with passion and with purified intent
Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
Samson reborn within
brand name garden variety
twentieth century *****sapien
hirsute trademark characteristic
electrified, empowered, enamored
mirrored reflection validated
substantial flowing luscious tresses
superseded body, mind, and spirit triage
prioritized as most significant
constituent essence passively
potently, pronouncedly exemplified
declaration of independence
against parental United Kingdom
first impression evoked
heavy metal musician,
this then skinny prepubescent lad
who doth sing a poor tune
easily mistaken androgynous
long haired pencil necked geek
weathered cruel barbs
harriedly styled swiftly tailored
disproportionately relegated hirsute
feature length non "FAKE"
real McCoy adorning
all important Hatfield resident
effectively far fetched
gloating prized hair him,
despite primitive diatribes
courtesy loving "mom,"
she did vociferously inveigh
vouchsafed to schtup
ample legal tender,
all to no avail
then authoritarianism tactics resorted,
I lacked chutzpah to vent anger,
plus self confidence
to vamoose voluntarily negligible,
unnecessary insufferable expletives
out the mouth of she...,
who birthed sole son
passively resistantly intractable
demure, meek, resilient...
even decades later
vicious lashings still affect me
analogous black barbs
digging deep into psyche
diminution allotted thinning hair
absent male pattern baldness...,
I surmise to attribute
senescence the culprit.
Promising never to be apart
I never knew at the time if it was the right thing to do
If so much of my budding life truly belonged to you,
Yet I proceeded demurely to let you hold my arm
And decided with some trepidation to coyly tag along.
Our life together began so aimlessly unpredictable
Not knowing the directions to a successful endeavor.
Tenuous were the links of love young and immature,
Unprepared to face obstacles potently formidable.
A clash of our aspirations and untenable ambitions
Soon brought about forces of immutable conditions,
As the portrait of young love cracked under pressure
And soon we broke up, bereft of romantic pleasures.
That was some fifty years ago as we now recall fondly
For the interlude of our separation lasted only briefly,
And we began anew to enjoy a triumphant relationship
Cracking the code of life to raise a wonderful family.
The sketch of our being hangs proudly in our hearts,
Never giving a second thought to our wary shaky start.
Brittle bones now foretell life remaining is quite short
So we make the best of it, promising never to be apart.
Placed 5th
November 2, 2017
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
It’s always a surprise to me
That people are so deeply anxious
Worried beyond what I could believe
Would ever frighten any of our beliefs
Horrible feelings that seem so miserable
Potently searing our dreams and visions
It’s always a shock that shows me
How intensely and atrociously we have
Learned to see our lives from trepidation
Alarmed and panicked, we continue to go
Forward toward a nightmare that fills us
With distress and dread for the future days
It’s always a wonder that rouses me
With it’s frightened feelings of dread
Terror that all we’ve been and shared
Will soon be a distant part of our history
A yearning for the past will intrude on our
Serenity, sweet feelings of thirsting for yesteryear
It’s always a startling thought inside me
That causes my heart to feel the fear of these days
Where a mere breath can be the source
Of panic that sends waves of anxiety and distress
Colors so bleak they caress with their prayers
Hues of nocturnal darkness and storms of apprehension
It’s always a astonishing concept that reaches me
With it’s suffering and cold, hard fear of the moments
Spent dreading tomorrow and all that will unfold
With this history making moment coping and hoping
For the time when we will not need a mask to cover us
Or six feet of isolation to reach out and touch our unease
It’s always a dread that leaves me feeling dampened
By the waters of lost dreams and fears that beckon me
With their pure disillusionment and disappointment
Feelings that cause me to know without any doubt
I will soon discover how dreaded a motive this virus brings
To those who suffer with fear and anxiety of sickness
Soon I believe I will know that there needs to be peace within
Repose for the mystery that we have succumbed to in
Our spirits… it is spiritual death to those of us who know
Love for others and love for God is the answer to our prayers
And all that holds any meaning within this song and dance
That covid19 has us moving to in our deep distress
My isolation philosophy is this… to live as if today is the last!
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July 28, 2020