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Pearl Of The Orient
Phillipines !
Pearl of the Orient seas.
Nick name used for centuries
to evoke the allure of Phillipines.
Pearl symbolising
country's Natural charm and pride.
Tourism oriented
Archeological state with more
than seven thousands
islands of which.
five thousands still unnamed
yet attaining fame,
attracting tourists on gorgeous welcome.
Enticing venture to energetic capital Manila.
Natural scenic beauty embellishing islands.
Lush landscape adorned by
stunning coastline ! Superfine.
Access of sapphire blue water
and argentine shine on beach.
Verdant tropical rainforest enriching the land.
Luxuriant brilliant vibrant
Rich biodiversity.
Marine life in abundance.
Gracious Glorious traditional heritage.
Blending own native lifestyles
associated with United States, Europe
and especially Spain,
exhibiting unique Phillipines Culture.
Large volume of Text Messages honoured
it with another Nick Name ' Text Capital of World.'
Specific car Jeepney resembling Jeep
is more than a means of public transportation
but representing
rescillence and ingenuity of Nation.
“In the depth of mind where happiness gleams
life is an immanent image called beauty.” – Quote by Poet
In translucent sapphire night,
the drizzle of argentine star dust,
symbolising the sequined epithet
of existential melodic vibrant essence,
adorns the pearl-laced waves
of the rolling sensuous sea of being,
that spreads seamlessly before me,
beyond the baroque shore,
where I saunter with me
in the corridor of the musical mind,
trace the tune of soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
in the chromatic trellis of the setting sun,
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my diaphanous dreams,
weaved as the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of sanguine imagery.
The surreal strings design the splendor
of the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the living concert,
makes me feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the stalled turbulent times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into lyrical crescendo of consciousness concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the perception sky of rhapsodic sonata,
to the harmonic realm of euphoria,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a song I should sing now.
Star of David
The central sun
Unconditional love
Faulting no one
Symbolising thus
Union of polarities
Benign bliss explosion
Climax in continuity
Unlike other chakras
Anahata is special
Wherein love throbs
Transmission radial
Imposing no condition
Heart has no blockage
Immune to ego assault
Allows all safe passage
All the heart beseeches
Is for mind to descend
Unifying in loving embrace
That we may then ascend
Then remains no separation
Of identity from the source
We flow in gentle lovingness
As a child employing no force
It should come as no surprise
That at the heart bliss ignition
Illumines Sushumna magically
Becoming thus our orientation
20-September-2020
I just love the Christmas tree which we welcome into our homes,
Symbolising nature, the natural, challenging our views and roams;
Settling in our cosy living rooms, the empire of many, each of us,
Independent, not asking for anything: assistance, change or fuss.
The Christmas fir tree came from Denmark, from Christians there,
From Hans-Christian Andersen in a short story in which he did care,
About children and their thoughts of growing up and finding Christianity:
He pertained that process to the growth of the majestic fir tree, big and lusty.
But I in my childhood related the tree to evolution, its process and sway,
Said that I derive from it something steady, living and quite happy;
I just ignored the original drive of Andersen’s The Fir-Tree,
For my own accepting arms for nature which accepted me.
Evolution never possesses, but awaits eternally for recognition,
Of itself, that relative, that descendant relation of honour and attribution,
It gives the right the speak and not just about itself, but about anything,
And marries a therapist in its act of anticipation, actively caring.
Evolution includes everyone, excludes none whatsoever, none at all,
The whole fluctuates by those who fall, the ordinary and the tall;
Every day behaviour ultimately affects genes which are passed on in time,
So importance is bestowed upon all, saving each one from the dumb mime.
SHADOWS
briefly
appear
almost disengage
draining away
a cloudy
evening
at
first glance
a
setting
a gesture
an
immersive
spectacle
a threshold
is crossed
in the
silence
in the
lingering
shadow
grief
entering
symbolising
&accessible
then
loses itself
in
light
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
Bells ringing off and on
or all on a sudden !
Bells to alert ! Whatever :
Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over !
Symbolising beginning and ending on scheduled hours.
Bells give signal, making final.
Bells of alarm clock ring giving wake up call.
Door bells alarming family to welcome visitors.
Reindeer driving sledge of Santa Clause
sometimes with swift speed, sometimes giving pause ,
as sledge running beside boxwood hedge hiding shy snowdrops,
silver bells ringing on merriment.
Bell of love suddenly rings in charm on special moment :
Auspicious, propitious.
Mind dreamed, heart thrilled and soul sensed serenity.
Sound of chimes in wedding bell
to ward off evil spirits bringing good luck to newlyweds.
soft tinkling of tiny bells in anklet of bride.
Cowbells in orchestra in rhythmic cadence .
At bell tower of church, carillon
rings in soft sweet soothing tone.
Jingle bells ringing in Christmas on joyous festive mode.
The colour red has much meaning
it reveals so much energy to express
providing a passion that knows no end
action in the battlefield to victory no less
The lady who's young and so attractive
wears that red outfit makes the lad's click
has got them really under her spell
her lips so tempting with that deep red lipstick
When one thinks of white so pure
God promises the pure will see Him
in the real spiritual life of heaven
blessing upon blessing up to the brim
That young innocent girl dressed in white
symbolising the purity of the wedding bride
she's kept herself for her sweetheart
being sure to stand in life side by side
Consider that's blue of such variety
such a colour of the spiritual effect
this signifies God's healing power
moving among His own to direct
God knows all that are weak
He's able to touch just the right spot
spiritually is where they need progress
the Lord heals to show what He's got!
(The meaning of the colours Red, White and Blue.
Red: energy, passion and action
White: Purity
Blue: The healing power of God)
Basant Panchami
Yellows bloom in exotic flair,
Spring tiptoes through the scented air;
Fields tinged in mustard hue,
Dreams afresh, the sky seems new.
The Veena hums where wisdom sleeps,
Ma Saraswati’s blessings our conscious keeps;
From winter’s hush, all hearts awaken,
Do-nothingness fades, hope is taken.
In tender petals, smiles light once forlorn,
Basant arrives, the soul reborn.
Written Jan 23, 2026
**Basant panchami is celebrated on fifth day of Magh month .. marks the arrival of spring and is dedicated to goddess Saraswati, symbolising wisdom, learning and new beginnings.
The ring was a circle that was meant to never end
Symbolising love of an intimate partner and friend
And when the meaning quickly breaks, the symbolism fades
Fragile trust fled by careless mistakes made
Farewell to the circle, it's symbolism has departed
The presence of uncertainty is the new meaning that started
No longer worn tightly with contentment and smiles,
For wounds will inevitably resurface in a while
And I no longer wait for the warmth in your eyes.
For the broken element has forced me to be wise
And the cosying, the cuddling I waited dearly for
I let go of because for you it was a chore
Stay silent when criticised was your parents' way
Through you it creeped into our circle and stayed
It infested our union, and stained our growth
It slowly eroded the promise of our oath
I share no accountability for the coping mechanisms you chose
I role modelled to communicate during smiles and woes
We were taught to communicate with words not hands
But the benefits were not something you could fully understand
The choice was always yours, to respond and not react
What followed was shaped by what you chose to enact.
I never taught you that emotions should always be swallowed
But your father's role modelling was what you ultimately followed
I learned that a home should be peaceful and kind
For communicating would have brought us peace of mind.
And one day my children, when older and wise,
May ask why our story was such a demise
I'll tell them with honesty, but never with shame,
That love should bring safety, not scars and pain.
They'll know that forgiveness and patience was a strength
But even patience will one day reach the end of its length
I'll teach them that love doesn't silence nor frighten,
That love doesn't break you but makes you feel lightened
Farewell to the symbolism. It's meaning is deceased
Farewell to the circle. From it's meaning I am released
A Poem for my daughter,
Aramaia, symbolising language.
Vanda, the flower and Hope, the of.
Three years now, what a journey we've had.
Mum was a young person with wonders, worries and was often sad.
She wondered if her body worked,
And lived in fear while you grew,
You deserved to be perfect dear girl,
Imperfect was your Mum and that she knew.
We moved often, explored places many...
Mum tried to fall in love, what felt like endless times,
Our origin story leaving scars, not always so friendly.
She's so sorry, dear little one...
Mum thought big and very deeply,
She felt emotions like fire...
Often, like electricity.
When your Mum had to shrink, or force herself to fit,
Her heart and her soul would fall into a deep pit.
She knows you didn't understand the choices she's made,
It must've often felt as if she was keeping you in the shade...
Though you knew, dear little one.
When she was hiding her pain,
You shouldn't have had to deal with Mum hiding around the corner while tears fell as rain.
She's so sorry, dear little one.
She will keep showing you the world,
You'll keep learning unique hobbies,
And walking barefoot, in the wind flows your curls.
You'll keep making flower bouquets and gifts for strangers,
With Mum by your side, you'll learn the skills to be a world changer.
Though she didn't get it perfect,
She is present and connected.
She will return to admit her faults when she's taken time and reflected.
Nothing is your fault, dear little one, dear baby.
She'll teach you all she knows and praise you, that's never a maybe.
No dream is too big,
No part of the path is wrong,
My Dearest Daughter... Where is Home you ask?
It's where we are, where our hearts belong.