Long Reciter Poems
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Hostilities
hate
& hysteria
world full
of
platitudinous
pandemonium
perceive
acute
sufferance
forbearance
of all
existing
behind
conflagration
& commotion
cupidity
& callosity
searing
sweltering
to
heal
hearts
by
drawing
love
& empathy
betwixt
beelzebub
& mephistopheles
painting
pugnacity
instead
of
horridness
poltroonery
sculpture
Isthmus
shielded
by
reverence
&
lionization
to
embrace
shades
of
rainbow
&
relish
silence
How
sensuous
Is
a tree
without
wind
blowing
through
its
branches
where
hidden
sun
wants
to shine?
& how
sensuous
mountain
clinging
falling
echoes
or
homeland
in search
of
its
home?
how
sensuous
depends
on
gratification
of
what’s
desired.
Written: May 05, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1214 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
This one
for
a
girl
abandoned
circumscribe
contemptuous
of
fellows
don’t
blame
her
for
misfortunes
rebellious
for
sad
fate
not
related
to
own
choice
grew up
lost
& astray
with
mishaps
believed
in
good
of
humanity
by
some
sad
repercussion
violated
blamed
too young
too dumb
too naive
don’t condemn
her
for
exploitation
as she
was
a
victim
a
silent
victim
hopeless
& muted
condone
her
as
not
her
choice
being
abandoned
broken
assaulted
dumped
&
abused
violence
unacceptable
&
should
never
be
tolerated
silent
victims
must
speak up
to
eradicate
culture
of
abuse
&
violence
to
overcome
trauma
of
domestic
violence
and
system’s
injustice
Written: April 09, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1207 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
Dark space
Cold
&
inexorable
soul
adrift
heart
stopped
plopped
shocked
gawked
I see you
in
majestic
&
forlorn
debarred
Not alive
Not dead
depressive
state
bereft
of
cocoon
&
callousness
drunk
on
cashmere
kisses
on
brink
of
wonder
as
flying
soaring
beyond
tipsy
skyline
glimmering
where
love
left me
breathless
soaked
inebriated
with
aroma
of
flowers
snagged
in
tangent
thought
needle
thread
tales
of
antique
mauve
lodge
in
every
stitch
and
soldered
spirit
wanting
to
learn
about
peace & love
a
touching
scale
to
climb
hanging
upside down
from
clouds
in
a
starry
sky
1st place contest winner
Written: March 1st, 2023
Your Pick Again 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
crushing defeat
in
abyss
of
nostalgia
for
overnight
reminds me
of
you
& city lulls
tumult
of
memories
from
neolithic
times
to
celebrate
words
of
believer
of
love
& soulmates
listen
to
chirping
of
birds
mellifluous
sounds
in
perfect
balance
of
angst
& blithe
similar
to
heartbeats
when
colliding
of
love
happens
&
dusk
unhappens
smiling
teasing
holding
hands
in
belatedly
yin
& yang
in
Edenic
dreams
psalms
of
spring
breathlessly
blossom
beyond
blurred
verses
&
cursed
cravings
covets
kissing
&
erupting
under
elysian
edging
achings
drip
in
gold
& cream
to
smitten
singing
a
name
with
brilliance
& limitless
pleasure
Written: April 04, 2023
2nd place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1206 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
Poem- Salt
Poet- Aditya Aneek
Reciter- Shimul Mustapha
In a book fair, theater, cafe, on the first day of Bangla calendar, around the festive Valentine day
An ordinary boy is he, if one overlooks his insinuating efforts to catch a glimpse of her attention
She, as per beauty and diva goes hand in hand to fashion and attire, fits entirely an adjective
In a flock of Butterflies, among a group of youngsters, The boy is an utter misfit, an outlier
Even though he, a lion heart, approached her one day at last, “Will we have tea together?”
With his brave proposal in, utterly astonished she pondered for a while,then surmised, “let’s go.”
Sitting with her, face to face, he had a butterfly in his stomach
With his dry mouth, he sipped his cup of tea and then, “Waiter, please salt, here.”
With astonishment in her face, she asked, “ Will you have salt in your tea?”
The boy answered, “Yes, I was born around the seashore, along the salty foamy sea waves.
Once I have a sip through the salty tea, I see my village, picturesque
And the faces of my parents, floating around with the salty foamy sea, floating far.”
Silent a soul, she, heard the boy, and then replied
"I have never been to the sea, my home lies there in the mountaintop."
There, the subtle clouds touch there in the gentle most surreal, as a feather of a bird
The mountain and the sea, closely knitted there, day by day, a story , dense in heartfelt warmth
Then a marriage, a nest, at last a duo, aged through the grace of time passed.
The old man, before dying, handed the old lady a letter to request, “Open once I‘m gone.”
Once he died, the old lady, opened the letter, It had this written there
"I never could take tea with salt, ever
A startled one, I, stumbled in mumbling then , with salt, to ask sugar in stead
And then had an immediate cover up story of that type, to en wrap.
And so, had the forty years follow through with cups of tea with a pinch of salt.
The salt tea made by you is sweet."
The old lady went to her neighbors one day. They served her tea.
She asked, “ A bit of salt, please.”
Astonished, the neighbor asked, “Will you take salt in your tea?”
She replied, “Yes. The tea with salt is sweet.”
Written: April 30, 2025, for a contest by Brian Strand
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blow out
a
candle
amorist
caring
adoring
passionate
a
paramour
circumstances
involve
considerations
bearing —
strangers
two
slices
of
d a r k n e s s
what's
light
nighttime
eyelid . . .
illusions
glowing,
some flicker
call us . . .
but I call —
it
boredom
being
as
light
s t r a n g e r s
mirror
fractured
by gaze
of
sight
closest
bond
lingering
snaging
emerging
from
forecasting
watching
scattering
ice melting
yet vivid—
heart
sobbing
from
caught
h a n d
looked,
& turned
to
begin
fragments
an
attempt
to
halt
red
dripping. . .
b l o o d
of
l o v e —
OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
whilst
courting
reveries
in
chamomile
fields
day spring
beckons
blushing
brilliantly
beguiled
diaphanous
phantasmagoria
seducingly
unraveling
craving
gossamery
yet
enticing
thrumming
gently
then
thrusting
softly
~ k i s s ~
unearthing
secret
meadows
of
poetry
writhing
against
satin
sheets
tongue
ignites
a
ravenous
hunger
even
if
skies
were
without
stars
& moon
bid
farewell
warming
glow
& embracing
time
eternal
love song
~ e c h o i n g ~
our
wonderland
eating
winter away,
& drinking up
spring sun
fruits
of
ambition
blooming
in
garden
of
hope
4th place contest winner
Written: March 19, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1200 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
nascent
dawn appears
kaleidoscope
of
color
midnight
sighs
leftovers
of
last night
plateful of
unsaid
words,
a
tablecloth
of rapier-sharp
folds
&
fireplace
dying
to be
kept
alive
sensitive
hearts
feel
powerful
in
mundane
rain
pelting
petals
think
of
others
when eating
remember
pigeon
food
when fighting
remember
seeking
peace
paying water-bill
remember
cloud-nursed
when homecoming
remember
homeless
campers
when sleeping
counting stars
remember
sleepless,
roofless
foodless
healthless
hopeless
be a candle
in
dark
snow
mixed
drizzle ...
dust-covered
man
holds
hand
of daughter
dying
slowly
under
slabs
of
concrete
life
illusion
dream
swoon
ecstasy
oblivion
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 14, 2023
YOUR SELECTION AGAIN 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
Let's meet
on
side
of
honesty
honor
& Integrity
let's
never
forget
consequences
of
deception,
denial
delay
distraction
&death
upon
waking
think
of
what
a
precious
privilege
to be alive
breathe
think
enjoy
& love
let worry fade
breathe
allow
affection
& premonition
mend
your
wings
taste food
when
eating
taste slumber
when
sleeping
be alive
will all
be dead
soon enough
have
your
head
in
clouds
& think
you
are
in
paradise
poetry
is
thoughts
that
breathe,
& words
that
burn
beauty
of
life
grow
from
soil
build
in
steeple
mold
into
art
shaped
into
bread
loaves
or
hold it
in
your
heart
Written: March 25, 2023
5th place contest winner
Strand No 1203 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' (intuitive cadence)& 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.
Written: April 29, 2025, for Contest by Brian Strand
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diaphanous
spirals
of
spectral
nebula
tethered
to
whispers
of
life
a
paradox
swirls
in
meticulous
orchestration
of
touch
& sight
where
heartbeat
echoes
foreboding
forecasting
a
sweeping
chronicle
etched
in
ether
fragile
breath
fleeting
as
twilight
thread
unbares
layers
of
ethereal
embroidery
sewn
from
souvenirs
tactile
puzzles
mapping
connections
under
vast sky
scattered
with
ambiguity
of
perception
seeking
clarity
in
clouds
marked
by
light &
experience
wind-driven
sails
mysteries
folded
within
gentle
breeze
amidst
ephemeral
odyssey
intimacy
anchors
us
with its
quiet
song
OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.