Seven pearls robbed
Ceramic contrivances replete
with squatter rights
entombing deep necrosis
for an Oscar appearance
staged and blanched
choreographed photoshoppery
of Cheshire cats
faux poses and grins
for psychedelic strobes
beneath neon footlights
and synchronised clatter
of frenzied palms
rhythmic and rigid
Politburo manoeuvres.
DIVE
jack knife
somersaults
teenage aquatics
daredevil manoeuvres
outrageous tricks just for kicks
"having a laugh making a splash"
8 / 20 / 2025.
She quenches our thirst, cleanses our bodies and soothes our soul.
She nurtures our crops so that we may sleep with full bellies.
Ever accommodating, she gracefully manoeuvres herself to fill all empty spaces.
Nimbly seeping through gaps, there can be no secrets when she is around.
But keep tamed your arrogance for her calming humility should not be mistaken for frailty.
Ferocious is her might and steady is her will.
She will rain down on you from the heavens to remind you of her glory.
She is the elixir of life.
She is water.
THE SWING (by Jean-Honoré Fragonard)
I swing high up in the air,
Dressed with opulence and flair,
Smiling down at my lover,
Who's glad to nearby hover,
He takes his hat in his hand,
Pointing towards my dress grand,
My left shoe, I gaily fling,
Seated above in the swing,
The 'putti' watch with envy,
As I swing under the tree,
My dog, Whitie, barks with joy,
Adventure flight, I enjoy,
Uncle manoeuvres the swing,
As I fly skywards and cling,
It's a perfect day for smiles,
Swinging high up miles and miles.
11th Feb 2023
Specious logic, serpentine manoeuvres, designed to disorient heart and mind, with a view to securing a psychological advantage are seen through by centred presence, which yet humorously indulges the play underway awhile, that the adversary’s eventual sense of triumph be not mitigated by discordant rejoinders proposed by lower mind, having recognised that ephemeral waves of the ocean rise and subside in time as ordained, melding with the vastness.
performing our role
as dreams within dreams unfold ~
let us smile awhile
01-December-2022
After all, life is but a twisted tale,
Of trying blue; to weigh us, if model.
To find happy rest in all we travail...
Winnings, everyone continually tail,
Unleash cheats and deceits of sh*ts coddle...
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
Satisfaction has stolen away scale,
That manoeuvres peace at achievement's jail,
To find happy rest in all we travail.
Then the world becomes completely new ale,
That subjects sloshed sanity to waddle...
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
Time moves fast unlike dream's series avail,
Its fulfilling bail to rescue Abel.
After all, life is but a twisted tale!
How dire Cain reckons not blood, but impale
His brother; blackmail his death, wroth unveil.
After all, life is but a twisted tale,
To find happy rest in all we travail.
It is a living thing
And life-giving.
This water, a time echoes
First raised from seed.
Greenly rustled up to
A bowed world through.
Of each herbivorous thirst.
Goat's; bison's; deer's.
Manoeuvres to the end
Boulder, sharp bend;
As any irrepressive
Force for good can.
FRAGMENTS
preserve
the moment
of
jagged
shadows
revealing
signature
conceive
the memory
of
the esoteric
exercised
existence
involving
chance
pleasing
&
resonant
melting down
explicit
imaginative
manoeuvres
transform
the moment
arbitary
random
encaustic
microisms
complicate
the
presence
&
emotionally
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
Inane mind games confront us
and whilst they do not nonplus,
a waste of time to engage,
in manoeuvres to upstage.
We see now why monks retire
in solitude, for they tire
of such shallow subterfuge,
for God is their soul’s refuge.
Yet if it is so ordained,
our tranquil eye is not strained
by life’s game of push and pull,
for we’re with bliss nectar full.
18-July-2022
The spider created the web and is part of it
After tenacious intricate measured manoeuvres
A system is created to house, protect and feed
Isolated from all yet a complete assembly of all
It originates the networks from its being
A substance stronger than all metals known
With no assistance nor educational exposure
Wisdom and knowledge is in Nature for free
Alone it builds and lives separated from all
Unmindful of the troubles of the life around it
Satisfied in the web modelled after the universe
Each strand performing functions beyond the eyes
Awakening the country from stupor,
we stop all military manoeuvres,
erasing racial hatred from our home,
that all human beings, fearlessly roam,
greening the earth, leading by example,
love of humanity, be our mantle,
focus on education and healthcare,
home for each soul, free from poverty snare,
whilst encouraging entrepreneurship,
finer soul uplifting arts, our flagship,
space and solar energy, our focus,
love our religion, along Gods locus
judicial reforms for trials made speedy,
food for the needy, jail for the greedy,
guns, drugs and prostitution all must go,
with our ethics built on love throb mellow,
mooting single world governance in peace,
weaponised such, that no foe we appease,
disaster management a focus zone
friendly with neighbours, faults quick to atone,
thus an iron fist in a velvet glove,
strong as lion, yet gentle like a dove.
09-February-2021
Written for ‘If I was president’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
(22 lines, Syllabic rhyme)
Grating dry bone gyrations bend perception in Grand Hall
Mirrored gilt adornment reflects danced audacity wall to wall
Skeletons twisted manoeuvres conducive with talents tall
Spotlights radiate through ribcages, display spine curled gall
Cabaret kicks, garish grins combine Can - Can spectacle
Enthused leg lifts see renegade toe bone thrown as marble
Audience shock for fox trotting flesh rotted fiends appall
Serves vigour of skeletal skin shaken windmill limb enthrall
24th October 2020
Written for Contest : Eight Creepy Lines
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The opponent manoeuvres
attempting to mentally encircle
His tactics prove to be futile
for we are a vibrational twinkle
His arms reach out to strangle
whilst ours open in embrace
As a bliss mist we are immune
while he runs his own race
14-September-2020
I got myself into quite a pickle
when sitting my driving test,
My nerves were making me jumpy
but my instructor said just try your best
The examiner looked like Godzilla -
he didn’t try to put me at ease,
My mouth was as dry as the desert
and you could hear the knock of my knees
I proceed to perform some manoeuvres
my three point turn’s timed to perfection,
The examiner tells me to take the next left
I turn right - I’ve got no sense of direction!
He thuds his hand on the dashboard,
says I must execute an emergency stop,
So I hit the brakes when he tells me
and I just avoid hitting a cop!
I begin to drive along the highway
when a cyclist weaves and cuts me up,
I step on the gas and fly past him
quite determined to pass the young pup!
The examiner yells at me to slow down ...
I quickly sense that something’s not right,
There’s a stench drifting up from his trousers
perhaps he had a duff curry last night!
He says he passes wind when he’s stressed out
I open the windows before we get gassed,
He abandons me at the test centre -
for many reasons I don’t think I’ve passed!
2/19/20
I miss - The tantalizingly teasing flicker of my thick tongue;
As over your gorgeously lovely contours, I travel around.
I miss - Savouring the thrilling chill of your breath-taking temperature;
As I, in detail, passionately traverse your every beautiful feature.
I miss - Pleasingly tasting you: my delightful, delectably delicious treat;
From top to bottom; every satisfying morsel I would surely eat.
I miss - My lips searching and tongue following in a hastily desperate chase;
Both hungrily slurping – not a tiny bit of you would I waste,
I miss – The alluring savour of your delightfulness makes my body tremble;
Thoughts of you melting in my arms, makes my aching heart crumble.
I miss – The chemistry: synchronised motion and scintillating passion;
Lavishly devouring all of you to my; if not, mutual satisfaction.
I miss – This sensual bliss, another opportunity I would not postpone;
Splendid, tongue-teasing manoeuvres: assaulting an ice-cream cone.
End
By: Dion Penville
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