I am beginning to forget
The happy song we know
It comes into my aching head
When at the evening glow
I gaze in hope to ease my pain
Imagining a tree
Your olive tree in pouring rain
That I shall never see
I still recall the spring has sprung
We ran around the flower pots
Since then we never felt so young
I picked for you forget-me-nots
The clouds drifted slowly by
And I was lying on my bed
You wiped a tear from your eye
I didn’t want to notice that.
In the game of haves and have nots, bliss is king,
immersing us in all time meditation,
that doing nothing rapture begins to spring,
each node of form a magnetised play station,
around which childlike innocence throws a ring,
entwining us with all of God’s creation.
Ah, the boons bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss,
that as the flame we exclaim, ‘we’re all of this!’
it is easy to speak of love, light and bliss
when one has somehow imbibed grace
but have we so soon already forgotten
erst days of darkness in life’s rat race
i love you but not in the way one should,
i feel for you in the way sunflowers feel
for the sun
you are my guide,
my star-
the one that brings me back,
always.
i stand tall under your rays,
bright and cheery
when you are there;
then you set, and i feel alone;
awaiting your return.
red, streaking my yellow,
resentment is a two headed sword-
biting the hand that feeds it.
forget-me-nots filling my head,
time is not enough for the knots
that encircle
this incomprehensible soul-
still i am your sunflower,
standing tall, under your gaze,
grateful for the temporary warmth
you bring.
FORGET ME KNOTS
gentle twists
in the gallery
of the mind
pictures
of life
to expose
&dispense
hints
&explanations
encourage
an enthusiasm
to
illustrate
mood
transported
into bliss
an
act of creation
with
interpretations
to fascinate
a happening
in
essence
now
apparent.
to
stare back
in
contentment
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
Haves and have-nots, but who’s asking
Heart thirst unquenchable
Bliss throbs anoint us as the king
Vibrant is-ness stable
Exit game of shadows
Divine blessings endows
As bliss magnetism grows
Narrow thought slots
Haves and have-nots
28-October-2021
Quietus
She craves the Likes
With those comments so much
It’s proof there are some souls
She’s been able to touch
So she writes in the morning
well into the night
Trying to find that magic
to reveal her inner light
Yes poetry is her drug
a place that seems so real
Her world without borders
where she’s able to feel
Not restricted by society
in this place she’s a Queen
A flower of the desert
or a hero from a movie scene
Sensual and adventurous
No limitations for her
A temptress extraordinaire
able to make strong men purr
No impossible mountain
all of them she can climb
She can even be a villain
for a moment in time
Every story she shares
is a pearl from her mind
Do not pass by to quickly
there are treasures to find
So as you read her words
offer her some thoughts
For this word worthy habit
is a garden, of Forget-Me-Nots
farm cat was jealous of rooster’s harem,
to have harem of his own was his dream,
farmer needed rooster make hens lay eggs,
and he neutered farm cat between the legs
Premier Contest 3rd placement
written 14/08/2021
Your best 4 line Light Verse poetry contest
L Milton Hankins sponsored
10 syllables each line AaBb rhyme
I
lie here
in mourning
exposed by dawn
Spring’s forget-me-nots
wither and wane
like dwindling
dreams of
you
Written 5/25/20 for Emile Pinet’s
Ninette Contest
Minuscule seeds lay in my palm
A promise of beauty to come
Tiniest seedlings quickly emerge
Encouraged by raindrops and sun
Teeniest blue flowers suddenly appear
Their sweet smiley faces are so full of fun
Written 10th April 2020
Contest 6 Lines Of Cheerful Rhyme
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Contest Strand Pick 8
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Such wondrous things that come to you from travels far and wide.
Trinkets and knick knacks you keep somewhat near at hand, and never too far from your side.
Throughout life's journeys You'll check on them for fear they'll be left behind.
Being of meaningful purpose; that's remembered whenever they cross your mind.
Naively not that you're rashly in love; although of them
your feelings are warm and kind.
Solely fond memories of notable times; ergo they're ne'er out of place nor ever hard to find
'Tis odd you must hold onto them whether your abode's a fancy home or merely a shared cot.
You realize as long as they're safely tucked away, in the place of "Forget Me Nots";
You're strangely better off with them__even if they're all that you have or got.
~~~ w 11172018
forget-me-not blues
plastic flowers for your grave
fading befitting
***
Leave me now love, if you would not grow old.
Memory will keep your beauty on hold
For autumn afternoons when leaves turn gold
And on wintry eves when the days are cold.
Years will drift by like clouds upon the wind,
Painting the dappled landscape of my mind
With visions of impressionistic hue
Of love I left behind when I was new.
A view from afar is never so dear
As the heartfelt warmth of one who is near.
I’d rather share the seasons as they pass
Then scan them through memory’s looking glass.
forget-me-nots
my teacup smells of
fond memories
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A Haiku Contest sponsored
by Deborah Beachboard
Awarded POTD ~ 1st March 2018
See clear. There, there.
Eons and eons again.
I trust you with a sanctified
Vow of a heart unable.
I trust in thee bless me stable
With kind echoings of my
Ancient kindred.
Who stumbles on these clouds
Reciting sacred vows?
Grey clouds here would not
Ever Fare well.
You pompous dear, feathered
Were, wear DREAD?
Release all spheres orbiting
Those anxious burning SUNS.
Arrogantly unbowed to not one.
For boiling stars they are.
Stopping on the mountain side
To view the comely bright
Being as it makes a show of
Flare.
Quickly moving on hastily
Juggling possessions of
Scarcity.
And those of dubious
Attributes do share.
Do not waste any portion.
Careful not to be disturbed or
Perplexed by your misfortune.
Dream time is at hand.
The answers are there.
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