A hooded black robe to the ground
Standing looking without a sound
Whose turn is it in their final fall
Waiting potently for their last call
Do you see the signs in the sky written
Or a scripture that was at home driven
I walk towards the setting sun
And can’t fail to see a world undone
Do I slip wanting truth known
Or does it matter I hear you groan
Wake up the world before it’s late
Remember the hooded figure waits.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.
The parallax of bliss..
An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,
Your flow taught.
Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.
Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.
My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.
Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.
Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.
PICTURES
instantly
recognisable
a response
sealed
&
revealed
an offering
of
shape
ephemeral
not visible
yet
potently
pastoral
a
verdant
overlayer
conceived
&
devised
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
FASHIONED MOTIFS
traditionally
pastoral
&picturesque
made fascinating
&
clearly
signposted
a pastiche
of the
recognisable
a response
revealed
&
seemingly
celebrated
a gleaming
ephemera
theme
examined
in
a sequenced
critique
made
visible
potently
presented
&fashioned
depicted
in
in a pattern
inspired
by an
instance,
into
a
living
calendar
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
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
You are so far away from me my passion
Afar I am but I do strongly feel thy passion
Feelings, dripping in the rain they come
Emotions, unsettling as they are, high passion
Desire sparks my heart and I need thee
But words and curses can't force thy passion
For you potently pity my toxic desire
My obsession for thee, only dry passion
Vaidab wakes from a dream seeking what's lost
Hiding what's found, denying wry passion.
complicated by your mysterious eyes and then you smiled my way.
incompliant hair, teased by the brawny solar wind, potently alluring.
my pulse swoons at your flawless turquoise eyes, their iconic sway.
i thought i’d play it cooly (let’s be honest beg) give up everything.
your smile arced my way.
your feet followed suit.
my tinman- mouth display
at your provocative pursuit.
your charm like a diamond cave, a knight shining, loosened my mine
— all sparkles from my full mouth of teeth, my gums reveal score.
the stage illuminates, hugs us with its warmth; this fame divine.
you turn out to be sweet and nice, a bit introverted, and i adore.
our hands they touched, electricity in synch, our hearts are complete.
never’d believe how we were meant for each other, when first we’d meet.
2/2/2020
Fiction
clippings fall onto the page,
arranging themselves.
ivy loosely parades
around a thorny rose stem,
tickles the chin,
entices the shy bud —
a blush,
potently pink, blossoms.
baby’s breath
and Queen Anne’s lace,
like bridesmaids,
intensify her beauty.
a pond of water
in a shimmering vase, nearby.
possibilities.
11/1/2019
As the lamp shines so brightly
I sense her heartbeat potently
She sighs with delight
Turns out the light
And says no, way too gently
Russell Sivey
He toiled and moiled to put our needs on the table,
Never mind the job he wanted his kin stable,
Poppa was indubitably the best,
His generosity could clearly manifest,
I will proclaim to all and sundry,
That his legacy and integrity be potently,
Through out our lives we shall reminisce,
All the sacrifices that we now miss
Kipkirui Mitey
Trepidation is no transition and translation is no transaction. In depth discussions summarise no further duties. And furthermore the radio airwaves are clogged with glowering spins. School not a heifer's brew child. Arrives on a bridge to glittering chimes. Noon with no spoon. An atlas of atmospheric aromas and added adjustment plus a measurement of adjudicated will of a populas popping and looping over to create ley from whey. But no curds. Involvement of law enforcement officials is a paid objective in reality a response on a sea shell flag tile. Whereupon a slug reclines sipping tea. And jugs of bug related juice. Outside outnumbered outswayed. And a cup of choice. Arriving is the guilded guide of offices. Under. And thick is the air. No it is simply no use. Fragmented fortresses fakery foregone forming fleeing facial facilities. Gone gone going gone so good good good. Statue of horse always stood proud. Yet no pride today. Pivotal privatisation prolonged pain potently. Heaping a cart. Having a canter. Hahahaha a great broom in a brook. Hahahaha and now neigh. Hahahaha eruptions of embankment hahahaha faren wel vale xxxx z cosmopolitanism ~
There is only co-arising integrity,
integrity unfolds ubiquitously,
omnipresently, health potently
space and time's incarnating potential
inviting
resolving
regenerating multisystemic polyculturing networks
polypathic information webs
embodied network organic
strings of enculturing forming function
waving binomial binary bionic frequencies
toward more interdependent contentment,
less empty-evaporating contentiousness.
Form unfolds content-ment,
well-formed families and communities
avoid dysfunctional toxic content
by grasping its straining stressful mentoring voice
about not only which dispassions to avoid
but also why
and where to reset our pilgrimage rudder's tipping point,
sweet spot Trim Tab,
to comprehend when integrity-aversion overcompensates,
when avoiding karma's grasp
would trend toward our mutually neglectful dis-grace.
Tomorrow,
always tomorrow,
we might avoid competitive gasping
by grasping cooperative aversions to loss and dissonance.
No words of mine can potently display
the anguish and the joy that touch our lives;
yet all our ghostly forebears went this way
where words may pierce our hearts like sharpened knives.
No sentient being willingly at first
Accepts the pain that true perception brings.
Yet we must not take hearts to be a curse;
we need not flee from knowledge,though it stings.
Each day demands our thoughtfulness and love
from which all better action justly comes
each day the grace we have is just enough
as through the meta narratives we roam
For life' s but a true story we invent,
with passion and with purified intent
Do you believe?
He’s a God and that isn’t good enough for me
He’s made you believe in things I can’t ever possibly see
He’s made the world an excuse to never live and let be
He’s turned your life into strife and a long misery
He’s fumbled with your mind to make you think that you’re free
He’s given them ideas to be thankful just for the birds in the trees
He’s made you believe that I am part of him and him part of me
He gives no excuses at all because he is of course Omni potently
He’ll give you a leg up in life but when you fall it’s the devil in thee
He’ll always look after his own but beware if you commit all heresy
He’s a building made of a story of a man on a cross who died for humanity
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