Long Strobe Poems
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They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.
Aiming for a perfect range, I click
in strobe-like effect, feeling the pumping
sensation in the blood: the twitch on my
hands peaks until the frames connect
to this heart on days when my pupils
release a thrill of wonder in a field
trailing miraculously on nature’s expanse.
And life’s fleeting motions are tucked into
a scenic romance never to be seen in same way.
Yet, as flashes of instances are
arranged in a collage of dreams ,
images portraying those I loved, encountered,
and never known … but
tattooed on skin of memory’s seasons.
Contest: SandyIvyDavis Viewing Life Through a Lens
by nette onclaud
gold wheat gathered
red wine bottled
rocking by
the crackling fire
heart
starts a song
at a name it recalls
snow tears
on city lights
falling
a whisper
once loved
through cracks
in the door
starts beat
of a heart
now drumming
restless and torn
by rosebud crumb
once in green meadow
now in a mall
moonlight
curtained
by strobe lights
frenzy
gadgets to distance
romancing
four seasons dimmed
by two dark emotions
summer red anger
hubris ice silence
easter bells ringing
joy of forgiving
grace melting
heart
to tearing
breaking new day
spring bright colors
meadows in flower
new rose bud love
Tenth Place Winner: Brian Strand-Your Choice E -3/26/25
Ninth Place Winner: Brian Strand-You Choose-2/26/24
First Place Winner: Brian Strand Contest-7/8/21
Khaki lapped mangroves, sun bouncing transferred
Journeys bright flashes along branches texture
Conveyerbelt spot lights glide, bright pattern superb
Bath tidal shallow travels water's gold reflection
High heat subdued by horse tail tassled foliage
Sea loving pine hung in bunches, long drapes swung
Salty silt bed rigid roots drink in river knowledge
Steady light slide show rhythms calm dance among
Hectic city spectacle, hulk forty storey bulk surly
Gaped naked windows glare against cement facade
Dominate diminished dunes, emit shadows early
Rough road map arms umbrella mangroves in mirage
A million miles distance gifted in fifty metre gap
Delicate crescent of white sand, best spot on globe
Display of unreal critters crawl warm yellow sap
Dappled place of sanctuary spurs disco bulb strobe
25th September
Gold Coast, Australia
Always been a big fan of the Radio
TV well my Mum couldn’t careless
Would confess fonder of the caress
Tireless wonder finesse of “the wireless”
Always on ever since I was an embryo
In the Honda & then in the Nissan
Over yonder in gazebo we'd listen
Rejoice ponder familiar voice glisten
Our sonar condor no similar frisson
Views criss-cross across the entire globe
Stations who do news will inspire a probe
Rascals liar lair laid bare debacles disrobe
Swayed stoking stroking amuse every lobe
Kaleidoscopic topic musical made strobe
Dismayed why choose to be a radio-phobe?
Homegrown seeds sown cultural parlophone
Smoothed grooved & moved by that tone
Velvet timbres soothed never ever alone
Over years wistful relationships does hone
Not prone to drone or moan in the zone
Wink don’t think my love is overblown
Hits flits skits fits sits on its media throne
Well this is not my first Marconi rodeo
Tip top drops from all the latest crops
Greatest track stack never stalls stops
Daily diet from the quiet no not paleo
Word play riot foray from the Deejay
Won’t tip toe or be some Pinocchio
Hooray helps me get through the day
Ego glow feels like just for me.. my beau
Know with VPN zen then even when away
What it does bestow.. a hero like Horatio
Which's why I do crow so about the RADIO!
A light under a bucket, yes..I've hidden there
been the squeaky wheel that got the oil
acted uncaring, had my ups and had my downs
lifted folks on my shoulders
acted the sage, acted the clown
hope to fill a stage before I'm over...
from between closed lids
iris's roll as day breaks pane
lashes move aside
Questioned the right, questioned the wrong
been a sanctuary to many..
straddled Goliath like the colossus of Rhodes
there's an owl-handled knife near my bed.
seeing halfway round
trust in your ability to turn
who are you
Fall into me now, soft and warm,
come into my light for you know, I've some of yin
I've some of yang and light peeps out you know.
You new born chicks who strobe in the light
remember, the dark can not hide you..
Your soul your chi, the light of God will
aid and let ALL find you.
*Free Verse and senryu
There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.
Better still our hearts to open,
forgive and live with hope and
honest emotion,
a chain of grace unbroken,
positive words to be spoken,
and put our heart into motion.
Easier though to give anger it’s head,
to wish all of our enemies dead,
leave no damning word unsaid,
and encourage our hate to spread.
And spread it will unless we stand,
take our enemy by the hand,
strive to understand,
declare our oneness before the land,
grace and tolerance to expand,
love for brotherhood our command.
Eschew the path of the xenophobe,
abandon the notion of a divided globe,
tap well into your temporal lobe,
encourage agape to brightly strobe.
What a world it would be,
if they and us became we,
if you and I began to see,
instead of difference, similarity,
oh, to be so free,
and know my brother is a version of me.
storm, weight of rain sloshes
o’er the sides of the acrylic tub
thunder of strobe, eyes blinking
slashes of screams, disaster —
utterance of lips, gutteral
door jammed, eye to eye contact
with the lion and lamb; the owl
on heights of despair interrogates,
scrutinizes, eyeballs the blood seas,
sees all, inspects your history,
his and his too, talons tapping.
outside the storm-beset sanctuary
enlightenment, smoky decanter,
revolt against rage, mercy seeks
mercy great, dumbo’s ears all wet,
humbling effect, spirit genuflect
running, running, out of breath
entangled in net, unseen drooling
at achilles tendon, heel’s devotion
genuflection at soaked-white tow’r,
emptied of a mother’s call, deliver’d
a newborn once more — water
breaking, agony of childbirth
the ruination of seeds, road rage
— off course; after impregnation
of tumbling weeds, g.p.s turned off
God is greater than all this. Later
it seems frivolous. Weight was great —
shoulder-pounding, tremulous.
But He comforts us
as if we had a boo-boo —
God, great and wonderful
cleanses the germs
thoroughly, applies bandaid,
kisses the wound; also
the forehead
mother’s heart and stomach
patched; her seething brain
restored to sanity
God moved
the husband’s hand to phone
softened hearts of stone
punishment was puny
Three cords intertwined
A fourth runs through and through
Spirit of release and joy
the Lord allows not
the ruination of a mother’s soul;
pulls her close — nose to nose
with the lion, lamb and owl
she can only smile now
8/12/2020
Brian Strand’s contest
That active song won't let me forget.
It's lyrics spin like dancing wet ink,
and for four solid minutes I think
I am sixteen, playing Juliet.
That painted song won't let me forget.
Like strobe lights pulsing our skating rink,
when I absorb that chorus I think
we're hand in hand in your red Corvette.
That scented song won't let me forget.
Your Old Spice cologne can dance, I think.
With whiff of the rhythm, my teeth sink
into our fresh, shared, loaded baguette.
That Springsteen song won't let me forget.
I sip it's lyrics like a warm drink.
In this reflective moment I think
you're tracing my angel silhouette.
That taunting song won't let me forget.
It's lyrics tease like your flirty wink.
I still laugh. I still cry. I still blink.
I still hear the rev of your Corvette.
That leeching song won't let me forget
and it won't let me otherwise think.
Like a leaky faucet fills a sink,
you keep rewinding that old cassette.
2-21-19
Lowered Sixth/Raised Sixth
Modal Mixture
Leitmotif
-consistently disappointed
helps identify relationships that don't enrich your life :adversarial prompt( bastard prompt)
As a part of her script she was told and taught that people do thing to appeal to certain types.
Also that the only reason he does this is for the woman. He is a student with atheltic talents, his female freind beleives he only does the athelitic part to appeasse her. she wishes he'd stop at the request of those who wishes to undermined him. Seeing others is often a way to soften the blow of not really being happy with one person. Involving others. think of it this way: a malefactor is a wrong doer:while a female factor is often seen as enpowerment of women. Who do you think is highly favored, and who is lessened by gender? Huh,Null, the God of the Void, had no problems until, she came into his life and pretended to be his freind. Knowing a story and being able to mesh and link the betweens, she found the someone who could be the antaganist in her foolishly boring life. Putting to end's against the middle to cause friction she stratled a line drawn and redrawn to only be centered as a Womanistic empathy of her own beleifs.An Alias of Dependancy....Overcoming the monster she created: was the excuse for those from another galaxy to hear to involve themseles into the Void and it's charcters. A hero was created while creating a villan. Subject to loyality a developmental cause divided people into both parts Planets and metoiors in the void of space provided a home for the dispalced. Null became there leader. A highly valued leader there in a full complimentry aspect. they mined, farmed, horticultured, negocated treaties, built marvelous structures. created gases and ships. when she came there. Others came following to retreive her. What they saw intrigued them. Suddenly the Heroic leader becomes the rulebreaking bad guy.In defence of The Void they created. When they discovered the diminonater a fine line where time was off by six to twelve days and time travel made going from nebulia ruc to earth possible. She cheated and held on to the other. deceiving him All in the name of Empathy for a woman.
Nulls Repretation By;
Darkseid