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REMINISCENCES
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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
Time’s Arrow Flies and Yet Seems to Stand Still
(On Valentine’s Day, 2022)
This dull and uneventful day, in memory
Of the love-forsaken Saint,
As heavy rain beats dull, relentless,
Syncopated rhythms on the windowpanes,
I’m sitting here again, composing
Awkward lines to rhyme with images,
Exploring forking paths of thoughts
Through dense and dark, elusive woods of words,
The endless, hopeless quest for what I want to say,
In search of something solid, something still.
My thoughts stray off those worn-out paths to you,
So far away. As reveries race through my mind,
I find myself lost in a maze of memories,
Traces of our lives together, all that’s left
Of you and me. Searching for the better times,
Forgetting all the bitter times. But memories cannot
Erase or change reality, the crushing, catastrophic
Lies, deceit, and infinite regret.
I don’t ask for forgiveness, And I know
you can’t forget. Still, I hold out hope
That somewhere, somehow, on our separate journeys
Through this raging sea of feelings, at some as yet
Uncertain point for you and me, our parallel paths
May once more fuse together, and you might see
How much we really care, how rich our lives could be,
With love that cannot kill us both, but only sets us free.
The throb deep in the jaw
Nothing else feels quite so sore
Can think about nothing but pain
This is like a brutal campaign
Trying to urgently ring a dentist
Needing pain relief from the chemist
No appointments for several days
Why all the unnecessary delays
Feeling the pain behind my eyes
The intolerable pain is my demise
Nothing even dims this pain
Wanting to slice out the vein
The pain relentless
Working out how I could of prevented this
I brush those teeth twice a day
And the pain doesn’t stay away
The dentist told me to wait 14 weeks
To get that thing pulled from between my cheeks
What an absolute joke
I could have a bloody stroke
Can’t see a doctor or go to a hospital
Just keep putting on something topical
The state of basic public services
Is enough to cause disturbances
Oh I pray the pain to vanish
To a place it can banish
Before the next one comes to have a play
All in an effort to ruin every day
This won’t stop until the bone graft my jaw
The next couple of years I’ll be eating through a straw
Because public services are so woeful
And we are told to be grateful
In the velvet embrace of twilight,
Where shadows weave their ancient tales,
You whisper to me that this is honey,
A lantern glowing on my skin,
Held tightly in your hands,
Endlessly adored,
A relic of our clandestine rites.
Your breath lingers there,
Mixing with kisses and the wetness of primal desire,
In the frame where I gaze at you,
Through eyes that shimmer with delicate fragility,
You sink willingly,
A willing captive in this esoteric trance.
Moaning softly, you find comfort in the ritual,
Planting a promise,
With it, fragments of forgotten dreams,
With it, doubts and confusion,
Blurred and dim like ancient runes.
You could withdraw,
You could escape and leave this sanctuary.
How strong you are,
To perish for my sake.
To such an extent,
Your rest is the sweetest,
Kissed by moonlight,
Harbored in the embrace of twilight.
Let this honey seep into the fibers of our being,
Drying under the watchful eye of celestial bodies,
As in the stream of consciousness,
Thoughts flow like rivers of bittersweet nectar.
The lights blend,
And shadows dance around us,
In this tapestry of ephemeral moments,
I sense your presence, a spell woven with subtlety,
Intertwined with the mystic and esoteric threads of time.
In every touch, in every whisper,
You are an unexplored enigma,
An untold story,
Finding its way into the depths of my soul,
And in this night, cloaked in enchantment and nostalgia,
We lose ourselves together in the infinite stream of consciousness.
Thus, we let the honey seep deep,
To dry under the relentless sun,
Yet remain, an essence of what once was,
A sweet memory, a whispered promise,
In a world where time and space intertwine,
And we are but two travelers in the eternal flow of consciousness.
I am quite annoyed by the ticking,
or perhaps it's called 'tocking,'
by the ever-present clicking
in a language known as 'clocking.'
Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammering rhythm of strife
mocks the pulse of my human heart.
What a wild fantasy my life would be
to exist without his relentless beat.
If time could but stand still for me,
the silence would be so sweet.
In solace of night I close my eyes
and seek escape from earthly chore.
I cannot find a tranquil paradise
for his gong peals out once more.
Each quarter hour he calls to me
as if singing a monotonous song.
But his tune is never a rhapsody.
Incessant verses are much too long.
I am eager to stop his wagging tongue
and shackle the swing of his pendulum.
Each hour would then go by unsung.
At last he'd know his time had come.
At thirty-eight, his story seemed to have already been written,
he sipped his coffee and recalled where he went wrong or maybe got it right,
for he had grown tired of the insurance game, of small offices with glass walls,
of clients who came and went like faceless, soulless shadows.
He was weary of the lies told to his wife, of stolen embraces in elevators,
of long hallways where he lost himself among secrets and hidden desires,
of Christmas and New Year parties, of anniversaries and false promises,
of payments for new cars and furniture, of electricity, gas, water—the burden of necessities.
He was tired and had given up, just like that, a simple gesture, but full of consequences,
and the divorce came quickly, with alcohol following like a bitter rain,
and suddenly he found himself outside of it all, with nothing but the silence of emptiness,
discovering that even the emptiness of the soul is a heavy burden.
If there had been a gentler path between the two extremes of life,
for it seemed a person had only two choices—to dive into the whirlwind or be a nobody,
and he, caught between the desire to live and the need to find himself, sought balance,
a path that was neither asphalt nor dust, but perhaps a blade of grass swaying in the wind.
But the world didn't offer such paths, only harsh, unyielding choices,
and he, lost in the flow of memories, imagined a life without sharp corners,
where each step did not lead to an abyss but to a peaceful meadow,
where the soul could breathe, untouched by the relentless noise of expectations.
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
Relentless, empowering, with so many mountains to climb
Remorseless destruction, given on those who idled around
Youthful years spent wasted on anger never worth its time
Pursued until driven under this cold, listless barren ground
He had a mission given to him, before his own birth breath
Centuries before him, a devil’s power on his enemies to ail
Bring them all down, then left to wallow in their own death
Just to sight him was enough to render those demons pale
He was going beyond any hell known that all feared but he
Wiping this world, of those who would afflict beyond belief
To make all a better place only for the likes of you, and me
Not to be burdened with their woeful cries, thus their grief
Where God’s beyond, will feed upon, their perishable souls
With all their knowledge on a platter digested, as achieved
So, peace upon this world can reign once more, we control
So evil will no longer exist as we have all always perceived
Written: January 05, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Poem Inspired by the Hughes Turner Project,
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Stars above, a diamond dust wassail, so bright.
Do whisper tales of love within the den at night.
A cosmic waltz where spirits intertwine.
Casting a cormulent bond, arcane love divine.
Your ariose grace in my heart, as a moon, is so near.
Now drifts asunder, plagued with ambiguity and fear.
Years appear as comets streaking across balmy sky.
As treasured memories bedraggle and swiftly die.
Your bel esprit, as a canorous melody so sweet,
A caterwaul echo, a clangor, I can’t avail but meet.
The corpulent sun, a golden teardrop, starts to fall,
As crestfallen memories, a deluge, starts to crawl.
Though we are parted by a desultory cosmic sea,
My seraphic soul still searches, longing to be free.
The disconsolate shift is constant, as a climbing tide,
But in my heart, your Elysian love will still reside.
Empyreal time passes, in a relentless flow,
Yet in my mind, your esoteric image starts to glow.
Though saying goodbyes feels so fastidious to bear,
I find acceptance, easing some gaunt despair.
We shared a planet, a world so grand,
A love so vast, now lost within the sand.
But even stardust keeps within its core,
A glimpse of beauty to recall, not ignore.
The planets spin, on their gossamer quest,
And so shall we, to find our final rest.
Our time together, though it came to cease,
Remains a legend, bringing sweet release.
Though tears may fall as meteor showers brief,
My love for you will bestow some sweet relief.
And in the heavens, as the ages turn,
Our story's embers will forever burn.
Tears cleanse, but inner light shines through.
Authentic emotions foster strength.
Inner peace illuminates your true self.
Soul light does so shine;
Keep shining, radiant soul!
Lumuninetseems to evoke
"luminous" and "unit,"
Suggesting unity in light.
Convey Elohim His presence in me
Keep shining, radiant soul!
Emotional release "Cry in the rain"
"Doesn't matter if you're seen"
In joy mine inner radiance
"Smiles on your face, instilled resonates a light"
Inner strength "Persona insight villigents strights"
Keep shining, radiant soul!
Resilient, vigilant spirit
Keep shining, radiant soul!
Rain" tears emotional release, cleansing relentless
"Persona insight" highlights self-awareness enlightenment
"Luminous" embodies inner light, hope
Glows "Luminous"
To God be the Glory
Hallelujah
10/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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VERSE referencing
Psalm 56:8: "You keep track of all my sorrows."
Matthew 5:4: "Blessed are those who mourn."
1 Peter 1:7: "Trials prove your faith, more precious than gold."