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Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap
Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain
Frantic factory produces smoothly upon first guzzle
Unified aim wastes chaos, pours tranquillity on dust
Pasted nerves pacified stick with visions of Nirvana
Ego free to abandon its cage, street stomp rampage
Drank moderate half bottle is replaceable tomorrow
Appears bearing beseechment of devilish yesterday
A sip didn't administer mist thick enough to sleep on
Thimble begins ruined resolve, vat improving futures
Quantified estatic elation equivalent to liquid imbibed
Reign of rib rub anointing sterilises dried callous cuts
Sun stream runs nude nonchalant in dim changeroom
11th February
Innibriated
You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.
An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.
Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.
You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.
Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”.
You inspired me and gave me hope.
To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.
Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring,
grownup or set stagnant.
If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.
Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.
You came and you gave me…
back to me.
IRRESISTIBLE ATTRACTION
devotion
relived
deliberate
evocative &
reasoned
sensibilities
paralleled
in visual rhythms
so widespread
&subjective
a disciplined
vision profiled
in an
attentive pose
with
tempting motifs
on
distant horizons
such
fluid
gestures noble
&surprising
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
he tells me to do bad things,
things no child should have to hear.
he thrives on all the darkness,
the trauma, and the fear.
he continues to try to break me,
he tells me to hurt myself
I try to block out his sinister words
but nothing seems to help.
his like a whisper in my ear,
or rather a voice inside my head.
which I believe is so much worse
than a monster under the bed.
he is everywhere that I am,
he and I are one,
he lives and breathes and tortures me
and pulls my strings til I'm undone.
he's driven me to the edge
and he made me do very bad things.
pills, powder, blades, and blood,
he's the master who pulls my strings.
one day I'll break from under his rule,
I'll live without the voice.
I'll eat and drink and live my life,
and it'll all be my choice.
until that day comes,
I'll live with him right here,
for him and I, we are one.
I'm my own greatest fear...
COLLECTIONS
so relevant
to
explore
always
unashamedly
unsettling
swirls abound
reimagined
&rendered
figuratively
in
vigorous
scene
with
hints
of
the occasional
amidst
the static
immersive
perhaps holistic
fashioned
as a kind
of
contrast
a
triumph
of
allegory
represented
by
beauty
in energy
by way
of lightness
coinciding
with
the odd
vision
that’s
so precise
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
In the multi-racial nursing home
to bent and broken bodies
in broken bent back wheelchairs
longing to free roam,
said the black lives matter rapper:
When your woman leaves you,
and your man is gone
without a reason
or a fare thee swell season,
Getting mad at life
ain't so deadly wrong
You go ahead!
Let's get angry.
That's your right.
Let's swing this fight!
Take your meds,
the ones prescribed
And not those others
Steal your might.
Eat something right
and drink your water,
Go on outside
and play spin the bottle
and see some sight
that helps you maybe feel more right.
Find your music.
Tunes long tried
You've memorized
Until they had to die inside.
And when you're tired
you sleep,
Take a nap
Join those voices
heard long gone before,
Who never knew
you lost most choices
To want to wait,
to stay awake.
Don't want to miss
what might not happen
without your last blessed kiss.
But don't worry
We got this,
what you've not yet used up
It's not a lot
but I promise you
Although we're young
and only think we're smart,
We'll do our best,
We'll take our part
To forward march
to your grandkids
at least as much
as you've left us,
a little parched.
That ain't much
but it's my promise
To share your music,
To take our rest
when it's our time
to worry less
about who sleep takes
than who's just pretending
to stay wide awake
for further mending.
You go ahead!
Let's not get hungry
We're inside right,
so let's end this trite
and tired unsightly
RightWing fight!
I MISS YOU
I
I miss you,My Dear, Oh! My sweetheart
Whenever you stay away from me:
Color of life fades, being apart.
When together, me frolic and free.
Whenever you stay away from me
I lose interest in my routine.
When together, me frolic and free,
gaining vigor: What I say, I mean.
I lose interest in my routine,
not to see your face at early dawn.
Gaining vigor, what I say, I mean:
As soon as you appear, sloth gone.
Not to see your face at early dawn
I become inactive, lethargic
As soon as you appear, sloth gone.
I rejoice turning energetic
I become inactive, lethargic
without you: With you I am alert.
I rejoice turning energetic.
I miss you, My Dear, Oh! My sweetheart.
02/21/20
'A Rhyming Pantoum of five stanzas
Contest by L MILTON HANKINS
And then I came to accept Christ,
Believed in Him for only He enticed,
Conceived in my heart His light which shows me the way,
Death and sin does no more darken my day.
Even when I’m bound by ropes and can’t see why
Firmly I hold on to my faith in Him for I know He will untie.
Good Shepherd He is to all His sheep,
Hope in Him gives my soul the soundest sleep.
I now see it is the best decision I ever made,
Jail was where I lived before, though my freedom was paid.
Knowing that my life was purchased by the life of the King,
Love could never have any other sweeter voice to sing.
Morning comes and my day is full of joy
Nothing evil I face will make my heart deploy.
Only because in Christ I find what I need,
Praying through Him always proves He’s a friend indeed.
Question though is why the troubles never seem to cease,
Rejections, persecutions, sufferings somehow seem to increase.
Satan in such things is now made known to me,
Tempting me to stop pursuing the One who came to set us free.
Unseen are the real things, now I clearly perceive,
Vexed it is to my mind, but in my heart I believe.
What I know now is without Christ I cannot be whole,
X-ray my life, Lord, cleanse it and take control.
Yesterday is gone, but for these coming days strengthen me to pursue
Zion with might, for there You promised I will meet You.
Coffee bean scent still fills the air
with each new sunrise in our log cabin
My arms around me
embrace the winds of Winter gone
Every sky-night windowpanes glow
in silent mist
Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds
reflecting shadows on empty sheets<
Star clusters shine 'bove velvet shores
sand-wish away from our bare toes
Another year,another month,another thought
I can't freeze time or make a clone
First magnolia blooms on a bare branch
Buzzing bees extract nectar from moist corolla
Coloured wings flutter on melting icicles
Sunbirds return with a sweet song
But what is a song without a symphony
What is music with no slow dance
His hand-pressed petal still mark the chapter
between stained pages
The dusty shelves recall my mind
recall my heart,recall my soul
For the last time these eyes would linger
before leaves curl,before buds wither
before moons move on,and I let go.
There's No Refuting That Trump Is Turning Into A Good Leader
Trump's ship
doesn't shine bright,
it sails uncharted course,
as opposed to his successors.
He doesn't consort or dock with big ships,
he is out in the horizon,
harboring betterment
for his country's
future
https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/63nxsn/update_i_was_tired_of_liberals_saying_trump_hasnt/
Note-When you read the above article, without biases, how can you
not come away impressed with Trump's leadership?
connie pachecho
4/12/17