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NOTIONS OF ART
of authenticity
discovered
&replicated
in measures
of the
cognitive
&
authentic
a dichotomy
of liberty
&doubt
aestheticity
of concepts
in
imagination
&
an aura
of style
in an
advent
of
enigmatic
reflections
thought chimes
made real
in random
details
the minute
& absolute
in images
of the
illusory world
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
Energy zones
Assigned meanings
Take for instance Bindu
Wherefrom bliss nectar flows
And yet on polarity balance
Attributes are replicated
Across all our nodes
Like a hologram
All cells entwined
And yet independent
Pulsate in perfect rhythm
And when bliss chooses to roar
The heightened rapture is resisted
As the instinct for survival intervenes
Unable to readily accept new highs
So offered resistance prevents
Our transmutation as light
Completion put on hold
For the time being
But no matter
Humming bliss
Renewing its purring
Holds us in tight embrace
In a continuum of vibrant stillness
13-December-2022
Angels assigned faeries to Patty.
To give her a warm welcome to heaven
They eased her in gradually,
Telling her bits and pieces at a time.
Showing her that she had left her body
But reminding her that she will have a new body
They replicated her home bed.
Knowing that she has been through a lot.
The chemo had taken her blonde hair.
Now she had it back, and her health too.
Faeries! She said, delighted, not caring about her death.
Remembering now that death is not permanent; it is pliable.
The body may be gone, but the spirit lives on, in faerie land.
Her easement was a reintroduction
to where her spirit began prior to this lifetime.
I see the foot petal shaped like a bare foot and I remember.
Summer of 1971, white jeans, pink shirt, driving to beaches.
I smell the fish in the water, memories flood back instantly.
Your hazel eyes, and the way you look at me as if I am candy.
Memories upon memories happen; they chase each other.
The lavender blanket, the green straw hat, how I loved you.
How you adored me. Summer of 1971, never to be replicated.
We were one, you and I; I never got that again. Did you?
I had never had a TV dinner until that summer; they are bad.
Better now but we did not care. When I close my eyes I can see carrots.
They were cut into tiny squares, abnormal, surreal on fake tin.
Swanson chicken pot pies, we consumed them like they were candy.
My car had a hole through the floor under the foot pedal.
Remember that? You thought it was wicked; for me it was normal.
We laughed about everything, and spoke of things above our head.
Neither of us understood the horrors of the Viet Nam War yet.
We had survived the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King and JFK.
We had seen the church in Birmingham bombed with four little girls.
We did not grow up in innocent times, but summer of 1971 was innocent.
We were fresh, new, eager young pups, exploring unfamiliar territory.
The sun, the moon, and the stars were on our side; we felt magical.
We were one that summer; a mystical time. This foot pedal reminded me.
I thank God that memories of you at 20 came flooding back, it is a gift.
In this time of uncertainty, it made me smile and sign as I remember us.
Reflected in the heart
Are joys, hopes and thoughts
Vibrant lights so beautiful
They fill up the soul’s core
With trembling dreams
Liquid love pouring, emptying
Life of its doubt, its dread
Darkness that never
Expects to be slaughtered
By wonders so brilliant
They light up the world
Echoed in the silence
Are smiles and laughter
Striking kindness
Making the mind recall
All the pleasure personified
In memories of affection
Brought to life in one
Who believes and sees
Expressions of grace
Raining down from God
Coloring the moments
In precious pearls
Of wisdom and warmth
Assuring us all
That faith will overcome
Replicated in the light
Soft clouds of insight
Breathtaking moments, praise
Shining, weightless
Capturing the heart’s desire
In a flame, a blazing fire
Miracles of love
Grow to combine the thrill
With the unending smiles
Exposed by the Son
The One who knows this life
Despite being full of strife
Trains our souls, our minds
To listen to His voice
Knowing we have a choice
But promising hearts
That He will indeed save
Mirrored by sweet love
Sent down from God above
A still, small voice
Securing us and our purpose
With faith that pours
His blood over our soul
Covering with His redemptive
Plan, glory falling all around
Abiding in the love
That glows with grace
Calms the craziness
Reawakens the heart to praise
With knowing, the word
To relieve our aches
Destroy our doubts, our dread
With evidences of grace
His never ending deliverance
As He saves us from the past
The pain, remorse and regret
The shame that longs to reject
The darkness and torment
He saves… completely,
To the uttermost
With salvation that opens the gates
Into heaven and eternity!
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
May 4, 2022
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth
With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience
She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues
She didn't have to put on airs 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes
A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold
Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on heartstrangs
Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully as only a few can do
You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry
Never to be replicated or duplicated
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
If only I could be Meg Olsen,
With the courage to take on the world,
I'd break free from this timid shell,
And let my wings unfurl.
If only I could be Meg Olsen,
With a heart that's fierce and strong,
I'd chase after my dreams relentlessly,
And prove all the doubters wrong.
If only I could be Meg Olsen,
With a mind that's sharp and bright,
I'd speak up and share my thoughts,
And never let anyone dim my light.
But alas, I am just myself,
With my own set of strengths and flaws,
Yet I'll keep striving to be my best,
And break down the barriers and walls.
For though I may not be Meg Olsen,
Or any of the others on the list,
I know that being myself is enough,
And that's something I shouldn't miss.
So here's to embracing who we are,
And not longing to be someone else,
For each of us has a unique gift,
That can't be replicated or shelved.
Date: 04/16/2023
Title: If Only I Could Be Meg Olsen
What stays after nothing else remains
Is the film of floating fragrance you spread
You leave when you go not to come again
For me to wear tenderly and not to shred.
What stays after nothing else remains
Is the sound of silence in the air you made
You leave when you go not to come again
For me to listen alone what you left unsaid.
What stays after nothing else remains
Is the image of emptiness you created
You leave when you go not to come again
For me to imagine it is you replicated.
What stays after nothing else remains
Is the treasure trove of memory I adored
I would leave when I go not to come again
For you to keep it in your mind adorned.
August 5, 2017
November 15, 2022
For 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20
Sponsored. By Mark Toney
Whit wet Vetted Splendour...
Pervaded mounded jeweled ground
gunmetal sky incessantly
pelted and did pound
asper staccato round
arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound
to this clown,
who felt housebound
as precipitation reigned down.
steady rain quintessentially
patterned oodles of necklaced
mini mellow marsh lands
wee hour early this morn
after drenching rain abated,
I set foot upon the sponge
bobbing soaked boggy badlands
highland manor saturated
feet immediately sank deep
quickly submerged whole body
subterranean suction suffocated
without objection relinquished
superfluous lifesource (mine)
feeble writer (me)
oblivious pathetic simian
high jinxed human
resigned purposelessness necessitated
liberating meaningless NON GMO
gluten/ monosodium glutamate
free corporeal essence
hungrily gulped into Gaia's maw
vanished without a trace
transubstantiated (uber vacuumed)
wrought into indiscriminate
requisitioned, repurposed, reincarnated,
recycled carbon based materials,
where sedimentary processes metamorphosed
formerly insignificant (lava lee
liquidated louche) passively
recalcitrant know-nothing
dynamic forces glommed,
within whirling wide
webbed sized cauldron
crucible distilled basic
constituent building blocks
combining deciduous non
bull leaf ving Earthling
(poet wannabe) unrecognizable
disseminating Harris jackknifed ludicrous
johnny come lately
legend (nixed son)
across avast subterranean
shiftless tectonic world
property, asper oblate spheroid
incorporated within manifold biosphere
improbable far fetched fluke
identical likeness of self,
(nor any deceased life replicated)
will ever trod this planet again!