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Strikes relentlessly thrashing
(from all points
encompassing me) assigned
unforgivingly, vehemently,
witheringly, blind
ding figurative sight, then
I finally craft a title,
then subsequent lines
of poem (or prose) defined
incumbent to pay
proper obeisance deigned
then once a thread bare
theme more or less defined
unleashing skein of thoughts,
(that barrel thru
muss hike key)
utterly entangled,
enthralled and entwined
rather then panic, a series
of deep breaths
decompresses,
deemphasizes, and diminishes
a near futile attempt (thwarting captivity,
futility, and impossibility) to find
even just a faint coalescence,
essence, and furtherance
pitting ma small nose
to the metaphorical grind
stone calmly try
to temper onslaught
of tsunami like brain storm,
yet no matter
how fast fingers type,
a sinking sensation,
sans pursuit to process
this tidal wave sets me
further be hind,
this faux
cat and mouse game,
which forces bust
ting thru out this scribe
demand to answer himself
with minor expletive,
viz cheeses crust
why the ƒ¨ç° must
this doggone eventual dust,
when staking claim
on literary fame and fortune
will no doubt entrust
yours truly to pauper's grave
(if lucky enough
to garner gofundme monies
or not bother, and consign
any viable anatomical
parts of this
well kept body fussed
over with copacetic delight,
holistic insight, and magic night,
where a strong gust
of wind doth suffuse dreamy state
permeating mine subconscious,
where inexplicable
exemplifications doth leap
and prance, while aye
obliviously repose in deep sleep,
which may be the condition
of an unsuspecting reader,
whether an generic
guy or...a Veep.
I am having a heavenly day among swaying flowers,
away from my usual city existence;
tumbling, I lay supine beneath a huge tree,
under the safety of cool emerald leaves.
A raging stream not far flows on it's forest journey,
oh, there is such a sweetness in the simplicity of nature;
as I listen to birds twittering and bees buzzing,
watching the sun shine on a distant hill.
Lovely horses come galloping across the country field,
but, soon my eyes close and I have a dream of leaping;
the sun touches me with a caress of warmth,
and delicate hues of wild flowers sway a dance.
The sun is high in the bright azure sky and still I lay,
then, a gossamer wing kisses my ruby lips startling me;
and a beautiful blue butterfly hovers above me fluttering,
and I am full of harmony, peace and calm . . . .
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October 20, 2019
Poetry/Pastoral/Among Swaying Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-952-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 3 - Pastoral
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Thanks to all who have visited and been willing to read this series. I appreciate the comments received.
#7 Motivational Series
Reflections
The covered bridge at the brook was a safe place to hide
Water flowed peacefully, when there was no-where to confide
Sometimes, I brought my old pink radio along with me
Just seeking a place to belong in nature where I could see
I still have these places now, to take a simple retreat
Let Mother Nature’s arms hold me, where comfort and I meet
I know with every tomorrow, there is a place to be
That helps me stand my ground, when the past shakes me
I will stand in the shaking and I will see the water shine
Beautiful reflections in all the places that are mine
Heidi Sands
1/8/19
she babbled over the gosip.
citing what she thought was fair.
She mentioned people she knew and some
she didn't know. And emsized who didn't care
if they cared they'd be here helping wiff the pies
or they'd be offering up some cake. these people
are lacking common courtesy and
common sense she spoke for goodness sakes!
AH_OOH-AH_OOH
is a shortbread cookie dough baked
and then filled with a sweet meriquene
It's twice baked until golden brown
and filled with strawberries and whipped cream
and a sweet strawberry wine sauce.
the other pie she mentioned was a myth: a myth due
to the fact that it's hard to get the
right balance of chocolate and bourbon.
a mixed graham cracker and sweet doughy crust
with a cream cheese sweet potatoes filling
topped with mixture of heath bars and pecans
and bourbon: and marshmallows, in a brownie crumbly topping.
Entree included and not limited too.
A dish of roasted pork sliced and served with
mushrooms,olives,panchette,onions,
roasted red bell pepper garlic in a crisped
Duchess potatoes served with a light
sherry and pork gravy.
Oven roasted asparagus
and a Four Lettuce chicken salad with
Yogurt and Goat cheese
dressings with garlic croutons
and a choose of salad dressing.
And the perfect Yeast rolls and biscuits!
Something to inspire a competitive Food Championship
series!
"I must center myself to be
as arrogant as you wish me to be.
I must be as Pompous and
selfish
as one must be
to be considered Best!"
Assocated Writers of Wrestling:,
Boxing and Wrestlers Guild INC.
All Pro Grapplers Union
South Beach International Stars
United to bring a night
of Wrestling
and the glitz of Ceromony.
CHAMPIONSHIP FALLOUT
The Golden Days Of Wrestling
PRO SERIES
Managers Specail.. "he Sacred Order" BattleRoyale
!5 men in----13 out
last two are chosen managers and
Winner takes all Contenders Pride Championship
will allow te titlist Championship Oppurtunites
thruoghout the year. It's called the
Pro League Stakes Championship
the titlist is number one contender
to all avalible Championships
upon contract negocation.
The Managers Pride Contracts number
12, Twelve oppurtunities to become
a champion. The Mangers will have control of
the Wrestlers career guiding the Wrestler
to a Championship.
Last Years winner went on to be
the 2022 Match of the year winner.
The names listed here are great stars
who given the opputunity
might wrestle there way into
both contention and Championship Title.
Also,
The Night when Giants Collide
Maury Muary The Giant of Mercer
will face Undeafeated in 120 bouts" Cisler Calm" The Movae Giant"
in a round the waist strap match.
Best out of three falls
one match no DQ...
One Match a texas tornado match
the Last match
A beany Brawl Falls count anywhere.
Referree will Be The Mean Man From Havanna
Cuban Teal Gonzalos
more matches to be annouced.
Bassey Gripp here
with Your Pro Wrestling Update!
SOULMATE
Some where some when somebody to expect
my soulmate to take care, share, love and protect.
I searched, searched prolong
to choose and select.
I prayed my earnest
on life- long quest
of heart-touching song
to resonate long
till heart- beats to rest.
Embroidering emerald emotion
Dreamy drowsy dormant desperation
spread to reflect.
I yearned for super perfect.
Soulmate! How to select.
My ardent ardor
met dismal dismay.
Destiny weaved life-pattern.
Tingling passion wept and slept.
05/02/17
The Creative Collective Analogy Series Contest by Geraldine Taylor
Your smile is a trap,
And it broke the fences around my heart.
We cared together without expressing what we are to each other.
Our bonding was clear like mirror but still we were different as we were mirror images!
We never went on walk or on a long drive like youth,
We sat under a tree and discussed about comic series.
He was polite and took all the situations light, this made me to fight against my inner me!
I couldn't say him that it is wrong because I don't want to lose him as I was a girl with fragile heart.
He is my first love and all I wanted to say is pimp my life!
But destiny had a different story to narrate with us.
HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
Form:
An observation,
there are some who live for $;
and what $ can get them in life,
a fancy car, shiny things, fake friends.
they have no time for spiritual matters or prayer
rushing here & rushing there gathering material stuff
& in the end they leave this earth
with nothing but a withered soul.
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November 30, 2019
Poetry/Verse/A French Sojourn - Satire
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1204-247-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FGI Blog Series 19 - satire
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Remember when you learned to ride a bike…how the world was all brand new?
Have you ever stopped to think about the all the changes you went through?
Close your eyes…think back..remember how it feels…
You started on a tricycle...then a bicycle with training wheels
Then came the day that changed your world, we all must face them as we grow
The day you knew it was time...for the training wheels to go.
Remember Dad or Mom running behind you; hearing their encouragement…their groans…remember seeing them in the distance…you were riding on your own!
At that moment you were alive and you thought...this bike riding is a piece of cake.
till you remembered they taught you how to ride but forgot to teach you how to brake.
It turns out life is a series of changes we experience along the way
for, like it or not, everything is changing, every second, every day.
Of course we are aware of this...but once in a while we’re a little more attuned
like when Sunday merges into Monday or May turns into June.
And every now and then we take a moment from our normal circadian climb
to think about the changes we’ve encountered within the passages of time.
A baby changes daily and in no time at all is learning how to crawl
as quickly as the summer breezes give way to the winds of fall.
We blink and that crawling baby is a child, then a teenager on the go
as quickly as the falling leaves of autumn turn into winter snow.
Blink again and that teenager becomes an adult with all the responsibilities that brings.
as quickly as the winter snow lifts revealing the flowers…the colors of spring.
Change engulfs us, it’s inevitable...and though we may not understand why
without it…not one caterpillar would become a butterfly?
Since life will not slow down for us no matter how we’ve tried
I think learning to ride a bike has helped prepare us for the ride.
After all we need to keep pedaling to stay balanced, we learn from our mistakes,
we feel joy knowing we can ride and knowing when to hit the breaks.
“Oh that’s ridiculous! How can riding a bike prepare us for life?” you laugh…perhaps you scoff…
It’s simple really, it prepares us for all those days…
when our training wheels come off.