Moveable Poems | Examples

Virgo Intacta

your body is a garden,
with beautiful plants,
it's soft,
it's scent like snow.
hold me,
with every moveable part of you,
i’m addicted,
to your touch.
be happy for me,
don’t cry now,
tears can come, but let it be tears of joy,
happiness mixed with pleasure.
love isn't a sin,
yours is sweet,
mixed with lust,
it's flavor like nectar.
don’t stop, let’s not stop,
please,
we both want this,
desire led us here.
i'm happy,
you are too,
your mouth shows it,
i wrap myself in your love.
i'd never ask for anyone else,
even if we never met,
I won’t hurt your soul,
I’ll put you above myself.
deflowering feels beautiful,
i lose myself in your kiss,
i hope we have sweet dreams,
ones where we’re together,
and where we love each other this way.

(2024. Oct. 22.)
(title is "Untouched Virgin" in latin)

Up

UP

Up is where you sent your dreams;
Up is where all movement seems
Possible and probable,
Fluid, moveable.
Up is where your hopes have fled
Up is where great plans are fed
Determination born of desire
Spirits firm, hearts afire.

Up is where you head when things are dark,
Up when ambition falls short of its mark
This is when we pull ourselves together
To find the only question is whether
We shall stand up and march to the fore,
Or retire, and respect ourselves no more.

Up is the only true direction,
Up the truest path to perfection.
We must always look Up, even in the dead of night,
Even when it strains our will to fight
Up the only option in the face of disaster;
Up the way for us to overcome, overmaster.

P Is For Poverty

victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's canal boat
lock stock and barrel 
        for a life afloat

farewell to our 
     Buckingham birthplace &
its meagre living 
     from old point lace
dawdled slow 
   up to Cosgrove
 taking our meals
   . . around a blackened stove

our moveable house 
    painted castle& rose
not a life
    we would have chose

Eighteen fifties harsh 
&
mean
   coal cargo
 so nothing stays clean

doff your cap touch your forelock 
every two mile 
   at 
the gatekeeper's lock

Fresh food scarce 
     except for fish
perch & roach
       a staple dish

clothes dry 
on a washing line strung
out for a timeout
  the toddlers young their
number so soon increased & grew
places to sleep 
    all too few
family life impossibly hard 
  so back  to a tied cottage
 in 
Aylesbury's Anchorage yard

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

Music

Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
 Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
  Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.

Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
 As aching melodies in moveable feasts of swans
  Search for resolutions in atonal firebird tango ballads
Through classical dusty suites of western legends
 Not losing pitch or tripping over downbeats.

Too many notes squeeze into four square spaces
 When magic flutes songs soar over seraglio dreams
Imperial marches set imprisoned phrasing free with fanfares
 And close encounters of key notes discard dissonance
  Seeking rhapsody in hues of blue.

Plaintive and joyful - hopeful and merciful -
 Healing rhythms inspired from the eternal melody,
  A lost chord to haunt then heal the midnight heart
All arranged in one accord from the Master’s apprentices
To rest in finality of one trailing echo of waltzing river.

Family Life Afloat

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's canal boat
lock stock and barrel 
        for a life afloat

farewell to our 
     Buckingham birthplace &
its meagre living 
     from old point lace
dawdled slow 
   up to Cosgrove
 taking our meals
   . . around a blackened stove

our moveable house 
    .painted castle& rose
not a life
    we would have chose

Eighteen fifties harsh 
&
mean
   coal cargo
 so nothing stays clean

doff your cap touch your forelock 
every two mile 
   at 
the gatekeeper's lock

Fresh food scarce 
     except for fish
perch & roach
       a staple dishc

clothes dry 
on a washing line strung
out for a timeout
  the toddlers young their
number so soon increased & grew
places to sleep 
    all too few
family life impossibly hard 
    back we went to a tied cottage
 in 
Aylesbury's Anchorage yard

Moveable Feast

Be it good or then bad…
defined after the fact

Acceptance—rejection,
a dog or a cat

The goals of Centurions,
or those of a Priest

Different agendas,
a moveable feast

Be it virtue or vice,
their adherents will claim

Then shout from the rafters,
 to freely rename

But in for a penny,
or out for a pound

A lasting consensus
—will never be found

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

Praise To the Forager

The moveable feast
Free food for the  forager
Weeds for the foolish

Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can  feed you
Praise the forest fare

Flowers to fauna
mother nature’s larders full
of flavoursome treats

Free to the finder
fare fit for a king or queen
three cheers for free food.

Inviting

Lips puffy
         like kids in snowsuits
Cellular layers of passion
Dramatic curves
                  like red apples
But soft
Moveable
Sensory organ
             pulling me near
             small parachutes of matter
Smooth corners on the track of NASCAR racing
Telltale signals of attraction
              gravitational skin pull
              that sends me spinning
              all the same








Poem Composed: April 2020

Stay In the Light

Here's a great signature line, it's ever so beautiful
“STAY IN THE LIGHT”! stunning and quite moveable
Identifies your soul
Love's your main goal
Kind sir, you have a dear heart, that's quite indisputable<>

Stay In the Light

Winged Warrior, your signature line is very beautiful
“STAY IN THE LIGHT”! Stunning and quite moveable
Identifies your soul
Love's your main goal
Kind sir, you have a dear heart, that's indisputable

Antics of Customariness

Antics of Customariness
They call it custom and tradition,
Putting us in right and sacrosanct direction.
Beat it, you suffer.
Women cried and cried
Being raped by such custom
Inherited, seen as a moveable property.
Sleeping with our dead husbands bodies
Giving lap dance to our deceased husbands brothers
Contract, not our duty.
But lucky us, this generation gave us go ahead for it.
The law of inheritance denied us 
 right  to inherit our dead husband properties.
What a custom, primitive to senses.
Beat it, you suffer.
What a custom.

Be

BE Colorful
                -Bold
BE Beautiful	
                -Butterfly
BE Authentic
               -Compassion
BE Generous 
                -Soul
BE Sensitive
               -Humble
BE Flexible
             -Moveable
BE Wise
            -Light
BE Grateful
              -Always
BE Safe
           -Everyday
BE Creative 
               -Always
BE Encourage
             -Everyday
BE Soft
         -Always
BE Joyful
          -Thankful

A Life Afloat

Our moveable house painted castle and rose,not a life we would have chose.Eighteen fifties harsh and mean,coal cargo so nothing stays clean.Doff your cap,touch your forelock every two mile at the gatekeeper's lock.
Clothes dry on a washing line strung,home for a time whilst the toddlers were young.As their number increased and grew ,places to sleep all too few.Family life impossibly hard so back we went to a tied cottage in Anchorage yard.

American Drivers

Perhaps car does enable American Drivers,
Like pose that a model might dream she could patent,
Or Rose file a lawsuit for fragrance infringement?
Divorce seems impossible, joined at the hip!

Today’s car and its driver approach being cyborgs,
The space they inhabit reserved, unrepentant,
The cyborgs aren’t dumb, and they love this arrangement,
Demand a wide berth, better button your lip!

It seems cars have evolved into moveable castles,
They separate rich from the poor with less power,
And give men the feeling that speed cannot hurt them,
Posh cockpit relaxes, surrounded by sound.

Any man in a car thinks he’s grown extra inches,
A car for a woman is vase for wildflower,
A youth in a car and it’s time for postmortem,
I wish that more folk had two feet on the ground.


Long Tooth
May 11, 2017

Life Is Hard

Love Life
Love people
People are mean
People are nice
Nice hair
Nice shirt
Shirt is red
Shirt is blue
Blue sky
Blue eyes 
Eyes glassey
Eyes brown
Brown shirt 
Brown box
Box of chocolates
Box of colors
Colors are colorful 
Colors are bright
Bright computer
Bright mind
Mind is smart
Mind is dumb
Dumb people
Dumb computer
Computers are stupid
Computers are smart
Smart brains
Smart butt
Butt is gross
Butt is nasty
Nasty toilet paper 
Nasty toilet
Toilets are moveable 
Toilets are brave
Brave as a pigeon 
Brave as a bear
Bear is heartful 
Bear is mean
Mean as people
Mean attitudes 
Attitudes trouble
Attitude queen
Queen Latifah
Queen emoji 
Emojis are great 
Emojis are life
Life is hard
Life is beautiful
Beautiful……..
Just like Braci………..

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