Long Significance Poems
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CONSERVE THE ENVIRONMENT.
I'm eaten and beaten,
Our fate us written,
As I see hunger striking,
I see death approaching,
Every dawn at our heels,
Down stream and to the hills,
To deplete every green matter,
Forgetting the words of our mother,
Left right and center,
From rural to the urban centres,
Dumpsites at every corner,
I wonder if we can conquer,
The ecosystem at large,
Every species is endangered,
We've forgotten what we learnt in school,
Our fisheries have no school,
There is no life without the environment,
I appeal to our beloved government,
Let's plants trees downstream,
I appeal for a live stream,
Industrialization good, yes I agree,
But to some extent allow me to disagree,
What significance does it bequeath?
If it's end is death.
God gave it to us undue,
To conserve it and subdue
Even if it's through a barrel of a gun
There is nothing good and fun.
Kipngeno Robin
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
Bringing me to blink faster
To bite my lower lip
And to sigh heavily
Pray, the unknown remains a mystery
It can be pleasant
As it can weigh heavily
The unknown, tomorrow, and what it can bring
Is what I fear!
Why, all that we plan in life
The way we have pictured ourselves
The structures we have built for ourselves
Can crumble at any moment
And can bring us to a state of doom
Unable to stand by ourselves
Unable to be of significance to the world!
Our lives and the way they turn out
Depend not on our will
If such would be so
Why, we would be deemed as being Gods and Goddesses
Having the ability to shape and control existence!
The uncertainty of life, remains my fear
The fact that I am powerless when faced with it
Makes me anxious about it
Why, faith remains the rope to grope on to
When life bares its teeth at us
And shows us her harsh side
Still, life and its unpredictable nature
Often makes me want to renounce of it!
Why, living itself is an act of bravery
Armed with love for life
And for the power that governs it
Allows us to live it while using it
To progress to the state of perfection
Even if one step at a time!
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
And I, pretending to be bold,
Choose to stand up, face it and live
According to it!
these days as always
people speak of how they feel
sharing here and there—
ideas about themselves
woven in common voices
what people can do,
and the things they leave undone
all become mirrors—
reflecting on inner tides
currents of thought and feeling
emotions erupt
needs and fears behind the words
compelling actions
with desires in secret codes
hunger giving language breath
some fix attention
from well focused eyes—
when there's much at stake
other times they slip away
discarded when no harm done
we rank, we measure
the weight of each act or thought
probing its value
bestowing significance
to tear away tainted lies
at the root of all
needs, desires, and fears abide—
human hearts exposed
deep emotions pour outward
as feelings from the marrow
Curator:
Pit cut into slope.
Many shallow sites.
No coffin stain; quick burial.
Fill consistent with disturbed soil and stone.
Skeleton:
I carried in my life a spear,
I died right here upon this rise.
No coffin came, no time for fear,
just stone and soil to close my eyes.
Curator:
Body laid on left side.
Orientation east;
possible ritual significance.
Adult male. Robust skeletal build.
Skeleton:
Some careful, unknown gentle hand
once laid my left side to the earth.
They faced me east, so I might stand,
a robust man of solid girth.
Curator:
Dentition worn flat.
Enamel loss.
Grain diet likely.
No luxury markers.
Skeleton:
The field gave grain, the hearth gave fire,
I ground the wheat with stone on clay.
No meat, no salt, no rare desire.
just bread to eat each day.
Curator:
Ribs compressed.
Minor displacement.
Consistent with settling or trauma.
Skeleton:
Soil settled slow upon my chest,
and left my ribs a shifting weight.
I could not fight, I could not rest,
as time bore down and would not wait.
Curator:
Skull fractured at temple.
Blunt force trauma.
No penetrating wound.
Fall after impact is possible.
Skeleton:
The stone, the steel, the sudden night.
I saw the flash; I felt the blow.
It dealt me death in broken light.
I lost the fight a long time ago.
Curator:
No grave goods.
Secondary disturbance likely.
Burial appears reopened.
Skeleton:
Again there came a hand and spade,
and took what lay upon my skin.
And what they took, they meant to trade,
My body now bones so thin.
Curator:
Adult male; warrior-associated.
Probable cause of death.
Context associated with conflict.
Skeleton:
Do not name me by wound alone,
nor by the silence of this ground.
I was flesh before I was bone,
and once my voice was clear and sound.
Dogmatic supremacy,
loyalty to divinely-inspired causes
of a nation
or denomination
or religion
or tribe
chosen to be blessed
above all others,
dismissed
and denied full Love Matters
significance,
Is rather like evangelical capitalism,
an anti-ecological colonization,
pushing win/lose
us or them strategies
in which runaway economic competition
is right,
righteous,
sacred duty for evolving monotheistic historic might
of divinely blessed
StraightWhiteMale transcendent
sins of anthrosupremacism
LeftBrain verbal dominant
reduction to either TruePower
or FalseLight
fundamental dualistic deductions
Uninformed
but not unformed
by ecologically inclusive loyalty
empowering poly-theological solidarity
win/win cooperatively enlightening systems,
Perpetually more inclusive
of possible inductive/deductive resolutions
embracing more than reductive traumatic dissonance,
enlightening deeper intuitive compassion
for narrating WholeEarth mediating
ecowomanist GoldenRule conclusions.
Ecological healthy loyalty
serving
empowering
enlightening theological wealthy solidarity
of all nature/spirit polypathic EarthTribes.
SPLINTERS
an
overwhelming
image
wraps itself
around
the tension
compresses
space
with ambiguity
of perspective
splintering
the
idea of
being
the
actuality
of seeing
the
metaphysical
the&
emotional
distinction
unconfined
&
inexpressible
engaged
in the
physical
appreciation
&
connection
of
the collective.
significance
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
Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.
In politics, a performance:
marionettes on a dream-filled platform,
ballots cast for favor
lies woven with words
strands of optimism and dread
woven in imperceptible restraints.
Religion, with its narratives,
deities and monsters depicted in faith
comfort sought in fables
significance discovered in customs,
fleeting peace in their presence
prayers ascending, vapors in thin air.
Daily rituals of superstition
a black cat crosses the path, a broken mirror
navigating through symbols
interpreting with outdated understandings,
guided by obscure beliefs
apprehensive of uncertainties.
What if we dared to look behind the curtain
to view the myths we hold;
What secrets lie beyond?
"ode to Marina"
as its been awhile I thought of saying hello and reminisce of how it all began
years ago filling in for a coworker who would later fill in for me you placed a call
such is the initial encounter that started the journey involving many talks to follow
unknown to me saturday night now brought on a new significance and essence
for you had strength and courage to call once again not knowing it would be me
I remember the initial call and the saturday night rings surrounding your next calls
I told you then as I would tell you now I am not a doctor and would never mislead
you weren't looking for a doctor and all you needed was to talk to someone new
saying hello today I recall our path your name your story along with your great pain
always were you thankful for our visits by phone time after time and call after call
it is I who am thankful for the outcry and trust you placed in me week after week
since leaving my post I relive saturday nights and the scene surrounding our calls
I truly hope you understood when I told you our connection had to come to an end
you wanted to meet face to face but it was and is unwise for such a happening to be
my wish is that you came to terms with pain and grief and now recognize your worth
your life and being was and is there you just needed to look beyond all the suffering
thinking of when that initial call came through with you on the other end my thought is
I will never forget you or those saturday nights and the scene surrounding our calls
SkyWatcher - 03-01-17
This entry is a tribute to a person I shall name Marina
For her protection I can not expand upon the story to give clarification
Just know this is a tribute entry and thank you
VAINGLORIOUS
arranged within
a sanctuary
sparkles
fragmentary
tactile
original
&bespoke
alongside a replica
of significance
perhaps
motifs
upend & reflect
the tensions
emblazoned
in swirling
decoration
interlacing
flowing
contemporary
imagery
evoking
a marble
commemoration
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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When the Rooster Crows At 6.30
The soul is forgiveness because it knows forgiveness. A bird tried to build her nest under the outdoor patio light fixtures, but I forbade it. Somehow, her persistence was canny, while mine was firm. Eventually, she gave up. I haven’t seen her in days; I guess she hated me during those moments. But I believe in safety first, above all else.
While I was there, I observed a lot. The ground birds stick it out with each other, while the wild monkeys never seem interested in whatever they do. They eat apples, mangoes, and leaves, minding their own business. I guess I wasn’t minding mine.
At 6:30 PM on the dock, the rooster would crow, jump the guard wall, and go up the tall tree for the night. He waits for the two hens, and if they take too long to join him, he disciplines them when they finally reach the branches. My observation is that these ground birds act like humans.
Birds hold symbolic significance in diverse cultures. If you don’t adhere to the rules, there are consequences. To watch and observe others’ behavior, to feel the pain of others, is to know the poet who is composing. We never shy away from grief and torment, which others provoke before our eyes. We smell the coffee, but we never taste it. No matter how unpleasant, enjoy your Sunday, my poetic friends."