Long Relies 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.
Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced
My ordinary admonished by gaze from onxyx eyes
Quick reflex and instinct, skills by which Frog relies
Shine of black marble smartness lures me nearer
Knowing even with my bulk, I'm somehow inferior
Rubber eyelid winks, peels open again enlarged
Eye wrinkles droop to hammock, I'm encouraged
To nestle within humid folds, shrunk human glued
Oscillated in his lid lures languishing duly procured
Spun suddenly, rubbery cocoon cosy lurches erratic
Some worry occurs I'll drown outside skin hammock
Prior to paranoia taking over, thrown from dizzying ride
Launched into stark big bowl with steep slippery sides
Swim in cistern spew strangely renders me cleansed
Lap in lurid blue sends me to inevitably to S bends
Whooshed and flushed with refreshed perspective
Dark harassed by diffused hues tug seductive
Dolphin derived, my smooth unphased by spiralling
Saturated zones, ease honed, enamour never tiring
Snorkel hole snorts water, puffs readily on its purification
Imbibing combines giddy with clarity, senses' temptation
My forehead flicked flirtatiously by wide flamingo flippers
Splayed feathers fan surface, showcase dance floor shimmer
Cabaret her costume, shakes crystal bead rainbow release
Ravishing precise pirouettes prim pink princess completes
Her curved beak caresses my porthole brain, rubs insistantly
Into warm walnut shell weapon I'm swallowed quite quickly
I spy through pomegranate seed eye, mirror lake unswayed
Stilled kindly by wind's nonexistance, decision to travel made
Climbed to bird's tiny tiara topped crest, covered in feathers
Graceful lace tu- tu floats my aquatic future endeavour
Bouyed weightless and grateful, flip draws no resistance
Swim in S bend treasure, trip of sight resumed brilliance
*** Spring has sprung!!
- in Australia
My branch beyond
The tired pond
of Earth, awakes
Imminent Heaven
(perhaps)
*** A collapse of facts
Flight of flamingo regalia
Revel in place of waste
- Mystery flush takes
on its S bend
1st September 2020
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.
Failure is a weed that sprouts from unbelief,
Choking out the more desirable fruit of faith.
Marvel at how God weeds out unbelief:
The little girl's confidence in God's power,
The prophet's reliance on the supernatural.
Watch Ben-Hadad rely on his own natural ability,
Dismissing the little girl's and Naaman's hope.
"I will use the wealth stolen from the Israelites,
By the brilliant raids of my captain, Naaman,
And start more conflict with the king of Israel!"
And the evil one came and snatched away the seed.
Jehoram, Israel's king, relies on his own ability,
For he has already defected from God in his heart,
And dismisses any help from Yahweh's prophet.
"I cannot cure this man from his skin disease!
Ben-Hadad looks for an excuse to fight me!"
And without sufficient root, his belief withered.
Marvel at how God's plan unfolds:
"There is a prophet in Israel, send him to me!
This did not originate in the mere will of man!
Do not judge until God's purposes are complete!
This will not be just a physical cure!"
And God prepares some good soil in Naaman's heart.
What is the way of approach to ignorant Naaman?
The gods of Naaman will fall in this encounter.
God conceals His sovereign control by Design.
Naaman's proud spirit judges God's choices,
For it is Satan's last-ditch effort to thwart.
And sinners try to erect their own standards.
Man is not the cure for himself-
Expecting cleansing in accord with his dignity.
Humiliation and faith pave the way to remedy.
"Wash in a river inferior to those of my own?!"
Naaman erupts in a boiling rage - ready to curse!
And God breaks up the hardness of pride in him.
The appeal is simple faith in God's provision.
As Naaman obeyed in faith, he was healed-
From both physical and spiritual leprosy!
"Now I know there is no God except in Israel!"
He was changed from self-serving to servant.
And the good soil understands and bears fruit.
There is no substitute for the Lord, Gehazi.
Why put your missionary commission at risk?
Ironically, Naaman's leprosy will cling to you!
What you would have inherited is forfeited.
You have joined the ranks of Eli and Saul.
And desire for riches choke the seed, yielding nothing.
...‘I belonged to a species like your own,
born of a mother of flesh and blood,
our people were guided by our own god,
who had lifted us up out of the mud.
‘We were an impossible old species,
with each generation we would improve,
but our god knew he had a limited time,
so helped make our growth gentle and smooth.
‘After billions of years of such guidance,
we had become much like gods ourselves,
with powers you cannot imagine yet,
but who would rise up? None could tell.
‘I set myself to serious study,
just like everyone else of my kind,
then one day I felt a great clarity,
as if a veil was lifted from my mind.
‘I had transcended into godhood,
in a great surge of pure energy,
my essence transformed to ethereal,
and I drew all bits of matter to me.
‘See, when a being becomes a deity,
he consumes everything that came before,
all life, all matter, even my old god,
until the universe of old was no more.
‘A universe is a god’s very flesh,
I drew it all in, and then with a bang,
expanded outwards as this new universe,
all the cosmos with my essence sang.
‘This happened fourteen billions years ago,
all of creation relies on my will,
and I marveled at this magnificence,
flexing my powers did keep my time filled.
‘I even thought that I was immortal,
that forever I would have time to play,
but like the old god, I've recently found
that even a deity can age.
‘All powerful does not mean all knowing,
and a successor I did not create,
I ignored the lessons of the old god
until now, when it is almost too late…
‘I do not have time to take you by the hand,
use the method that was applied to us,
it would take too long, and I have to hurry,
a billion years just isn’t long enough.
‘I made evolution just for this task,
to speed things up and make godhood arise,
intense competition will weed out the weak,
strength and competence will be realized.
‘It may seem brutal to those who will perish,
but no other solution can now work,
it may seem evil…maybe it is,
but rest assured, it is I that’s the jerk.
‘I was the one who arrogantly assumed
that I didn’t have to learn from the past,
it was my mistake that necessitates this,
I will regret this screw-up to the last...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Dressed up in their September best,
Falling silent, swirling and twirling
Reminiscing on how they’ve been blessed
By the God who created them
With all their vibrancy and quiet dreams
Sinking to the earth amid a hodgepodge
Colors in brilliant flames, awakening
Autumn with inspiring themes, coming
Alive like the moon and the starlight,
Glowing like a blaze of whirling insights
Darkening the past, whispering a caress
Through the gentle night, kissed
By the breathless hopes of a long-ago who breathes
Kindness, brilliant peace like the sunset
Echoing beauty throughout the twilight fantasies
Restoring grace to the promises, the faith
Abiding in the spirit of those who know
This October will bring more joy and more peace
Than any memory, any imagining – wishes
Thriving on the prayers like psalms in the wind
Welcoming the rich sighs of those who believe
This is the autumn’s ambition, to bring to us
A gathering of grief salted with intimacy,
Wonders so complete they feel like freedom
An album of lyrics, poetry fading into the symphony…
Autumn glory – beautiful anthology of truth
A compilation laced with inspiration, the muse
That relies on free will, shimmering solitude
Gratitude and pleasure, blended, mixed together
With the curiosities of life – completely satisfied
In all the beauty fading into the quiet silhouettes
Free feelings, relieved by time and bringing
Delight into the heart of those who remember
This is the way of the morning, the sun and the moon
All who remember to listen to the silence of Autumn’s song,
The enduring stillness, serenity roaring through the twists
And turns of the melody that this voice of Autumn hums
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Used Quote Number: 7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Date Written: December 23, 2022
In Life’s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed,
While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed;
Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom,
And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden’s womb;
A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,
Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden-tending pains.
Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties,
That Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every Egypt lies;
The qafila can never disperse You holdest the starting bells9
Nothing else is needed, if your will Your onward march impels.
You candle-tree! your wick-like root, Its top with flame illumes,
Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes.
And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
It is proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaaba brave defenders found in temple-worshippers.
In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,
The new-born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole-star.
The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes;
The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The Balkan cauldron seethes.”
You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified;
But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried.
Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright?
For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light.
Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth.
If anything yet keeps world alive, ‘It is yours impetuous zeal,
And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape its weal.
This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun!
You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free.
Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you.
From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert-main.
From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane!
Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
FINE BE FAIR
~~~~~~~~
Rapid rhyme
Rapid that's fine
Fine I'll drink to that
Fine fresh vat
Vat fresh nouveau wine
Vat fresh Beaujolais sublime
Sublime dry
Sublime I cry
Cry out
Cry shout
Shout delt
Shout heartfelt
Heartfelt my soul
Heartfelt control
Control truth
Control forsooth
Forsooth I'm not a fool
Forsooth empathy a tool
Tool designed for the needy
Tool like sympathy
Sympathy compassion
Sympathy don't ration
Ration no
Ration woe
Woe sadness
Woe created by badness
Badness look around
Badness found
Found you can see
Found it must be
Be a way
Be staid
Staid daring
Staid in caring
Caring for peace
Caring to release
Release all
Release hear the call
Call shout it out
Out the evil
Out to save people
People suffer
People need a buffer
Buffer leaders
Buffer keep feeders
Feeders who care
Feeders who are fair
Fair to all
All...
Fair...
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Blitz
Definition
A form of poetry created by poet Robert Keim in 2008. It is a 50-line poem of short phrases and images. The "Blitz" poem is well-named, as the fifty short lines are read in rapid-fire fashion. “The form really relies on sound and rapid "flow”... Rob Keim.
Here are the rules:
Line 1 should be one short phrase or image (like “build a boat”)
Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1 (something like “build a house”)
Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words (so Line 3 might be “house for sale” and Line 4 might be “house for rent”)
Lines 5 and 6 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you’ve made it through 48 lines
Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48
Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47
The title of the poem should be three words long and follow this format: (first word of Line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47)
There should be no punctuation, except for an ellipse after the final two words in lines 49 & 50.
The majority of the examples, (if not all), are not correctly classified by their authors and as such cannot be used as references.