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Ludic

English is not a language 
one can ever get ahead of--
there are just too many words! 
Like 'ludic; for example: meaning
playful, in the sense of spontaneous, 
without real purpose....Soooooo,  
how come I never came across 
Little Ludic in over sixty years 
of reading hundreds of books
in my beloved mother tongue, 
the language I love, 
the language I married.

Even spellcheck never saw it, 
or else why underline little Ludic 
in red, like a criminal of some sort 
who needs a good sorting out, 
a spell in word prison perhaps? 

If one but takes the time to look, 
one can find sweet Ludic laying low, 
hiding quietly in the BIG FAT ONE,
the Oxford Dictionary! 
Lord and Regent of all word books. 

Ludic  lives there with his cousins:
Ludibrious and that stuffed shirt, 
Ludibry, and the handsome,
macho Ludrico ( who is no doubt 
from the Italian side of the family) 
and of course, the far more famous 
Ludicrous, a celebrity who seems to 
want all the spotlight for himself. 

Words can be so very selfish too....


Premium Member Boatswain

His life raft drifted helplessly in an ocean of tears and lost dreams

		In tangible finite and impermanent flow

He lost his compass and the needle festered in Tom’s purulent arm

		A portal to hot flushes of receding pain

Chasing sea dragons and hobgoblins he punctured reality’s voyage

		Fixation gripped an underworld of relief

Rudderless he floated fuelled by psychedelic currents of reprieve

		Full of intrigue for surfing waves of delusion

He floated perilously before he submerged in uncharted waters

		Unable to navigate he sunk like a stone

Emergency flares reached stars but failed to hook into the sun

		As one single ray refused to yield revelation

Yet when he crushed at rock bottom and scratched translucent surfaces

		One more shot blasted spontaneous combustion

Dissolved in oblivion by pirates Tom finally took off his eye patch

		And realized that they patronize his demise


18th January 2020

Premium Member Love Versus Lust

LOVE VERSUS LUST
                       
       Twins are fighting, Love versus Lust
        As if Iron oxide blames rust.
        Ethereal smile Love to cast
        Love in the core: Lust is the crust
        Lust in whirling vortex to burst
        gets ignited by sudden blast.
        Lust drinks desire on ardent thirst
        Love tranquil with depth of trust.

                  
          Lust probably hidden in Love.
          Not forbidden just to observe.
          Luminous sheen in Love, Lust to serve,                                          
          Lust assists Love, not to disturb.
          Lust to last when love, you deserve.  
          Lust goes straight, Love travels in curve.
          Love in abyss, Lust shines above.
          Lustrous Love of cooing dove.
. 

         Love in romance to glisten, glow.
         From seeds of passion Lust to grow.
         Love is placid, pellucid, calm, slow.
         Lust spontaneous on prompt throw.
          Love enlightens soul, heart to bow.
          Lust to excite from top to toe.
          Love proceeds, Lust sure to follow.
          Love with Lust on amorous flow.

    07/04/20
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Old Man In the Park

She noticed the old man in the park…she saw him ever day
He’s always there at the same time she brings her child to the park to play.

Today she sat down next to him as she watched her child play
“I was wondering,” she asked the old man, “why do you come to this park every day?”

The old man smiled at the question, he said, “Young lady, I’m glad you asked.
“I come here every day to visit the memories I’ve amassed.

You see long ago there was this woman I fell in love with…
Yes, I think this is a good place to begin.
She never needed the sun or the moon to shine…she lit up from within.

She was like no other woman…you might say she had her own uniqueness.
She was strong when she needed to be strong but not afraid to show her weakness.

She lived every moment to the fullest…or at least, I know, she tried.
which meant, depending on the moment, she could laugh as easily as she cried.

Through all our years together…as we raised our family
she let me take care of her…while she took care of me.

This park is where we met…it’s where I got down on one knee
It’s where I first told her I loved her…it’s where I asked her to marry me.

I come here to think about all the ways my life’s been blessed…
I come here because it’s a place where my memories and I can rest." 

I come here because I miss being with her…I hope you understand…
I miss sitting with her on this bench…I miss her holding my hand.”

The young woman nodded then did something spontaneous…
something she hadn’t planned
She reached across that park bench and held that old man’s hand.

She kept staring straight ahead…
as they sat there watching her chid for a while..
and out of the corner of her eye…
she could see that old man smile.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Organics

ORGANICS
natural
  from
within
 a
thought
  passionate
alive
not
prescribed
emerges

a perception
a form
beyond
forms
to occur
innately

new
unexpected
  novel
individual
unprecedented
spontaneous&
pre-existent
in
its
  freshness

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
Form: Other


Premium Member New Year's Eve

On New Year's Eve, friends gather each year,
to wish old acquaintances good cheer.
Amidst the festivities, hopes bloom:
and as spirits rise, smiles fill the room.

Inebriated friends feel sublime;
sharing a ritual locked in time.
Written in gradient shades of blue,
failed resolutions get vowed anew.

Worries of yesterday disappear;
merging with tomorrow's unborn fear.
And eyeing the clock's unbroken stare:
anticipation charges the air.

Hugs morph into tearful erasers;
as shots get followed by beer chasers.
The feelings are real, though short-lived:
sifting truths, from past ashes sieved.

Time advances, and seconds erode;
until spontaneous cheers explode!
As goodwill excels, fueled by love:
spirits soar, high as the clouds above.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Retrospective Phrasis Part 10 Recited

COMMONPLACE PHRASIS X
No holding back,keep on keeping on
before the well runs dry.a persistence
yo say something I feel is right.
Inclinations and ideals that meet in perfect
harmony,form 7 inner sound.Pulled up from
what is above and contemplate the
landscape of my imagination,to show
but not tell.Then stimulate the underlying
unsaid enigma this poignant pause,
spontaneous and satisfying reveals the
beauty of our whole being.Having onlt
our dreams,this solitary approach ,the
freedom to be alone enhances talent,
allows free expression of temperament
will remain a benefit & a blessing.
From  Retrospective a commonplace book 2009

Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Form: Bio

Friends Forget the Ones That Life Forsakes

Simply dispel the assumed notion of friendship and trust,
be stirred by this truth summoning a heavy morality cost;
in adolescence we bursted in laughter and gave spontaneous embraces,
it's very different now, distance has withered the smiles of tenderness.  

Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, alone to confront their demise;  
are we the ones who watch them struggle by hiding behind a thick wall... 
instead of lending a hand and offer comfort when tragedy and illness strike?
And to prove our true friendship, we must stand by them whenever they fall!      

I feel sorry for that one fighting fate without wearing a protective shield,
that indispensable armor to fend off adversities and win his many battles...
when nobody stands by him, and I rectify this injustice by defying his foes: 
by coming forward, fighting side by side with him and be his defensive friend.

Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, the ones that shared all;
won't greed and idiocy show on their looks of pretentious pride?
Won't shame be smeared on their restless conscience as they appall
at their ingratitude by admitting the massive harm done inside?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Celestial Zodiac Jazz

Celestial Zodiac Jazz 
 In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
 A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
 Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
 Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
 So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the  individual brilliance of the  Universe’s soul jazz soul/
 Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/  
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
   From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/

 The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
 A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s  Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
 Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
 In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.

Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones

Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!

Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void

repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction

absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing

perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size

universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing, 

enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,

(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber 

webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug

incrementally configured 
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic

tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong 
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting, 
deploying, and fracking

the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)

livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!

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