Long Sophistication Poems
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Carefully Careless Smart Sophistication.
Half Full or HALF Empty needs Clarification.
Remaining Conscious, guy seems to be Callous !
Speaks Truth on False Statement Simultaneous.
Owing to adversity our love was shattered.
My yearnings and dreamy desires were scattered.
I claimed Freedom, he went without a Protest.
Factually gave Life - Imprisonment at best.
Showing Intelligence on a Foolish Action.
Sad glances on a Cheerful Interaction.
Oasis and Mirage show Contradiction.
Expressed Reality in guise of Fiction.
Glances on Support but Verbal Refusal.
Consent saying with a Wave of Dismissal.
Grasping Money at random merciless.
on Eye-Wash of fake donation, more or less.
When I was young, I fantasized of the girl I’d like to find:
A certain look, a sense of style, enlightened education,
Alluring eyes, a charming smile, and some sophistication.
But over time I realized she was only in my mind.
Lonely years passed, I compromised, and left my dream behind.
Met some with looks, others with style—even sophistication.
But I never could find, through error and trial, just the right combination.
Just existing, I felt demoralized, in a sorry state of mind.
One day by chance, I met this girl…sort of what I had in mind.
The way she looked, I realized, just fit my illustration—
As if the dream I’d idolized was brought into creation.
What could I say, to meet the girl that I’d always hoped to find?
Pardon the clichés, but I have to say
“Where have you been all my life?”
I know we’ve just met, and you don’t know me yet,
But what are you doing the rest of your life?
She rolled her eyes, but then she smiled, as she seemed to see the light.
We talked a while, then talked some more; got her address and her phone.
Since then I’ve seen her a whole lot more. I no longer felt alone.
When I proposed, she said with a smile “I think I’ve found my ‘Mister Right’ .
Pardon the clichés, but I have to say
“Where have you been all my life?”
I know we’ve just met, and you don’t know me yet,
But what are you doing the rest of your life?
The sun brightly shinning
My coffee brown complexion showing signs of ageing
The untrimmed reflection of the sea
My gold bikini represented sophistication and maturity
As I lay mesmerised under the shade
I, me, myself recollected my thoughts
Oh, the heaven must be transmitting my wishes
A splendored scenery
The possession of a vanilla ice cream in my hand
Left me licking my fingers
The ear buds where nowhere to be found
Left me listening to the background sound of the birds
As the temperate kept on raising
I could lease this feeling I had
Oh, the momentum to sustain these emotions was eternal
A inclusive environment
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
It was a unique time..
Glamourous era..
Class was king..
Elegance resonated through..
Filled with sophistication..
Classic, timeless, beauties..
In the airwaves..
The airwaves of Hollywood..
Vintage movies are meaningful..
A character is often inspired..
Inspiration allows meaning..
Movies touched the heart..
One's emotions left with feelings..
Feelings directly to the heart..
Fulfillment was captured in a classic movie..
All the makings of a wholesome movie..
Movie stars they were called..
Because these stars..
Were shining stars..
that glowed so brighly and effortlessly..
These stars distributed impeccible talent..
Multi talented they were..
Acting, Singing, and dancing..
Completely absorbed they were
In passion..
Deep desire for creative arts..
Rita Hayworth, Vivien Leigh, Audrey Hepburn..
John Wayne, Charlton Heston, Paul Newman..
Indeed these shining stars were the epitome
Of class..
Carried with such grace..
A generation of stars..
From a different time..
Whom helped us all embrace the silver screen..
At times these shining stars left us all breathless..
Captivated by their beauty, wittiness, glamour, and charm..
hypnotized by their character..
Left with a feeling of excitement..
They have all perished now..
Although they have perished..
They are still alive and well on the silver screen..
Along with the exquisite memories..
They have left behind..
For all of us..
Memories never perish..
Memories are infinite..
PARPHERNALIA
retrospective
of
an
uexpected
sophistication
risen
to
prominence
in
a
burgeoning
atmosphere
a
generic
happening
in
improvised
fragments
of
instantaneous
action
yet
unexpected
linear
&
minimalistic
in
simplicity
fascinating
exterior
of
concentrations
collaborative
innovative
pursuits
of
transformation
confronting
the surreal
so strange
yet
a
transient
impetus
accessible
conceptions
of
floating
sensibilities
in
a
rarerified
outrage
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
You are the past reincarnated
To be my future
You are the success of history
Resurrected to be my prosperity
You give your all
You give that which you lack
You save what you don’t need
And store it away
For those….rainy days
You possess motives
You inhabit resilience
You are beautiful
You are my other half
You enhance knowledge
You intrigue mystery
I crave your presence
As does the world
Elegance and sophistication
Embody you
You are extraordinary
You exemplify excellence
The epitome of love
The essence of emotion
The mother of my soul
You are beautiful
And you complete me
Rape Is
A Disgusting Word
A Formation of Hurt
A Deepness in Bleeding
A Scar of the Insides
A Psychological Torture
A Pain that's Sure
A Moment in Time
A Mind Rewinding
A Sickness Replaying
A Murderous Reveal
A Power Residing
A Sign in Evil Rising
A Sophistication in
A Real Victimization
Healing is
A Refreshing Word
A Reminding of Hurt
A Bandaid on Bleeding
A Rebirth of the Insides
A Dissipating Torture
A Balm that's Sure
A Rewiring of Time
A Lies Rewinding
A Hopeful Replaying
A Life's Seasonal Reveal
A Warrior Residing
A Sign in Battles Rising
A Plot Line in
A Recanting Victimization
Dedicated to my boss Heather.
You've been a true find in my life.
"Alchemy"
Begin: Take a Chance on Love
So you’re hurt.
You hurt, you hide
in your big words
clever camouflage
You say you're ok
in blythe denial
of all that’s past
that’s ok, write it all away
Take all the time
you need to make
sense of past bad ryhmes
don't bury your dreams, turning of a dime
"Simple"... beats sophistication every time
Bleeds your heart in time with mine
Try being glib and sublime
with all the other jumping frogs in the mire
Hey, you’re ok, your heart's beating time
Hey, you’re tomorrow may meet mine
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
Descending,
I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
Spluttering,
I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
Flapping,
I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
Plunging,
I watch the unwelcome gloom envelope my horizon
Tumbling,
I twist, turn and turbulate, ... then the thudding thump
Gasping,
I groan and exhale, a noiseless moan
Curling,
I recoil as innards become outward form
Emerging,
a base inside-out creature crawls and creeps
Tasting,
the tongue-tied intestines and the unseeing socket eyes
Groping,
a gruesome grub befriends the worm and slurps the slug-slime
Engorging,
as flaunted members flail blood and flick licky, sticky fluid
Reforming,
dim visions populate carnal shapes with awful movement
Gaping,
a fearful half-formed and startled face averts its gaze
Residing,
in deep gutter niches... these are my companion dwellers
Wallowing,
I sniff a redolent upswell of dank fissured earth
Disturbing,
I scrape, cleave and wipe away a smear of covering soil
Trembling,
I sense a warmth of body, a stretching of exotic wings
Enquiring,
I mutter clumsy overtures and crude enticements
Retreating,
I hear unmistaken rebuke and a sigh of disappointment
Imploring,
I elevate my utterances and seek a further hearing
Caressing,
I feel a welcoming and forgiving response
Pulsing,
the creature's cocoon gives way to nebulous female form
Ascending,
at first a cherub woman smiles playfully down on me
Transforming,
a stimulating and sensuous siren cavorts and teases
Uplifting,
wings gather me in for a swooping flight of fancy
Revealing,
from above, her intimate view of dwellers in the hinterland
Coaxing,
she fills me now with empathy and understanding
Alighting,
my body-mind lies prone beneath her
Tingling,
I feel her form and thoughts slowly enter and encompass me
Exploring,
I arouse and we gently probe between lips and sphincter
Delving,
I follow our rhythm of kiss, taste, touch and thrust
Wandering,
I experience our ambiguous male and female desire
Playing,
I laugh at how we tickle our innocence and sophistication
Loving,
I know for delirious moments what it is to be another
Consumed,
lost in coexistence with a like- but more extraordinary- mind