Long Venturous Poems
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I will submerge myself in cold waters
to seranade a happy marmaid;
a beautiful one who loves to dance
when my mandolin is not sad.
Will she be fretted when I'll follow her,
asking her to listen to my new song;
will I survive as marmaids do in deep water?
I earnestly wish she would sing along.
Perhaps, I've been standing for too long on this shore soaring as a kite,
imagining her to raise from the bubbling, white waves
and take me in...as if I didn't care whether I lived or died
in an ocean where all treasures are concealed as many lost and buried loves..
Let that be my last and only wish before sunlight leaves the purple sky,
no desire is ever this intense to make me venturous and unafraid;
I'll stroke the strings as a mandoliner does, I will even believe in a lie...
by swearing upon this consuming breath: I long to serenade a happy marmaid!
Flora and fauna of birds, beasts, microbes, soils, atmospheres,
Should only these contribute to the forest components?
Height and densities of trees and plants, and their thriving years...
Aren't silver, gold, diamonds, and gems woodland endowments?
Who cares much for herbs and shrubs where tiny insects abide?
Flies, bees, frogs, rodents, bats, and rats playfully hide and seek.
Ants, crickets, grasshoppers, centipedes, and millipedes hide
Behind grass, leaves, and mud to escape threats as they are weak.
With animals, vegetation, and evergreen landscapes
Air to breathe, food, medicines, wood, and fodder they provide
Forests reduce pollutants in air, water, sound, and space.
Protect humans from floods, droughts, soil erosion, and landslides.
Though like a student in primary school, I might recite
Abiding midst a forest is a venturous delight.
Teardrops born from
inflamed elated eyes.
Fetuses of euphoria
slips and slide down
thy cheeks for they
are genuine touch
that emblazon the
trail upon the abyss
of thy bosoms bare.
Come o thee, thy
desirous flames
and quench the
ardor of my thirst
that wanes in an
ancient domain of
soulless wanderers
tarrying for release
into a realm that is
yet unclaimed and
hail me beyond the
clutches of myself,
virgining an instilled
wonder. Venturous
being to be sprung
into the glory of the
true light, and then
stretch yonder from
this firmament hold
and embolden upon
a righteous climb to
heights unknown so
at the appointed tryst
with destiny, burst at
first, a tight existence
of brevity, ere I then
explode my essence
as an unfurling verse
of a red florentine for
eyes to behold and
breaths to yield into
submission, captives
that toys with their
emotions. Preying
upon fickle souls that
meanders yon my
presence, for I am a
simple soulless oddity
in their life.
Date: 06/16/2019
In the Chilly Month of December
And so comes winter, after late fall,
When from ashen skies of low-lying clouds,
Snowflakes fall, enshrouding the town
And piling on people tramping around
Who are out and about, embracing nature
In the chilly month of December.
Snow fills footprints, extinguishing traces
Of icy stares glinting on smiling faces
From people uttering steamy graces
When encroaching upon each other’s spaces,
Expressed gaily with warmth of timbre
In the chilly month of December.
And this I say to those venturous kind
Who are enjoying the wintry weather:
“Beautiful is the sight that enthralls my eye”
In the chilly month of December.
Waves keep cycling around
ebbing in turquoise blue seas
its ripples are teasing me
Waves do swim fathoms deep,
then return to navy blue crisp tips:
pearls of white foam are smiling back at me
Ships are daily passing on and by the seas;
of blue watery blue roads which are like fluid land bridges
All to countries sought; then at ports are delightful scenes
A different world is in and upon the wavy seas
A fate of water, winds and variances are seen
Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix
Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old;
of independent bands and various venturous clans
Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools
What Befalls At A Brook
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Touching its banks, hugging its rocks,
The child in me that I mistook,
Stills on, hearing to water talks.
Ere am awash toward concord,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Be at its whim a righteous chord,
Smoothly drifting a dream unhook.
Sail on my words versed in a book,
Venturous soul towards each turn,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Parts anew my memory yearn.
Dabble against the wayward flow,
Pictured on banks and rocks a look,
A lake arise brook mouths must go,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook.
2020 March 18
*3rd Place*
STRAND CHOICE K,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
If music be the food of love, play on
Claim the streets of London be filled, and its revelry be still,
Purged the households, and bay at their homes window sills,
Let tender labyrinths yield their cleared halls be an open song,
Spilled venturous notes befall upon unscripted pages, play on,
The summer breeze aloft butterflies to mingle the redolent mirth,
To give it counsel, make talent its sheets filled a righteous worth,
Of length aches a theme a songstress indulge let it solicit a tune,
Nay, cease, the mood of sour faces, a mark that killed-joyous June,
Silence, and put a march to thy step for the mundane that disturbs,
The grimaces invade the room and the deafening silence perturbs.
2020 February 03
Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
"If music be the food of love, play on" - Shakespeare
"feeling whole"
waking to songbirds and sunrise
the morning starts in a harmonious way
as curtains unfold the world opens wide
with each taste of dawn flavor instills
allowing me to breathe feeling whole
looking to moving skies I see shades of blue
perfectly in between are trends of white
such colors tell the world all is right
such impressions last and live inside
still I breathe feeling whole
in my four corners of this venturous life
darkened clouds have no place to fall
only the sun showing a new day will do
her warmth and light will lead the way
allowing me to breathe feeling whole
SkyWatcher
02-16-18
His life now has permanently changed
Costing him more than aches and pain
As slowly he walks on prosthetic legs
Humility reigns, taxing venturous brain.
Propelling courage fiercely he fought,
Defying death, meeting face to face.
Concealed within his unflinching image,
Torment open wounds of unholy place.
Unsteady mind roams haunted now,
No longer capable to hold a steady job.
Death and destruction hammer his mind
Where angst and hurt relentlessly throb.
Determined as ever but he feels restless
Having acquiesced to tallies of life,
When his toll was counted in unpaid bills
And loss of dignity to agonizing strife.
Able man he was before he went to war
Returning home after he almost died.
As a grateful nation sincerely thanks him
Resolutely he moves to restore his pride.
November 9, 2018
Dedicated to veterans of war
I have pen in my hand
Voice in my throat
and tongue in my mouth
But static, stagnant and sessile
I am a venturous Colleen
How could I pusilanimous one?
Should I run? Or fire the gun?
Should I Cry with them
for what happened with me in the Past?
Or should I remain Silent
By keeping my mouth Shut?
No not the brain, I'll follow my Heart now
Let me Cry, for Those hidden wound , now
Let me Share, My Fear and Tear
With all my Dear, now
If they can Dare,Then I can too
If they can Raise
Then add one more Voice too
Umm Hmm, Hmm Hmm Hmm.."#metoo"
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