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Aeonian Probity Promised

The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic felicity turned idyllic melancholy.
But the butterfly quiescent must not,
Forever remain in this state.
For aeonian probity is promised,
If the heart rises beyond pains mediocrity.
And tend to its irenic power with its maker.
A dulcet melody in silent reverie.

----Ask S.O. where some of these words came from----

Off-Course Conscience

In God’s own world, kind and humane once,
bullets rip through the dreaming buds, 
blood flows with the color of innocence,
the flowers of promise never bloom.

Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths,
dislocated minds mutilated by despicable instinct
turn into executor of targeted destruction,
chosen randomly from ominous list of insane caprice.

Morality defaced by indolent intolerance, 
understanding disintegrates into abhorrence.
Empathy is lost in the dark alley of violence,
off-course conscience evades probity rationale. 

In God’s own creation so beautiful ever,
the children inhabiting the world today,
still smile and play merrily without fear.
God has not given up on the mankind yet. 

_______________

January 9, 2023
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Sponsored by : Joe Maverick

Forsaking 'E' - Lipogram

In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family 

It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country 
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility 

I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility

Idiosyncratic Arcadian

I’d prefer to live in a bygone era of
unsophisticated innocence

I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was no ideology of ideal idleness

I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was no sense of conscience,
no ken of moral nous and no subtlety of civilization

I’d prefer to live in a bygone era
where there was just absolute tenet
of tenacity as probity
in every inch of milieu’s existentiality
as of Mother Nature’s intrinsic innateness.

Blaze of Glory

(for Sally)
Sally, swarthy mare of a serene plain
Clad in habiliments of nubile grace
Whose name is the opium
That soothes the tremor of restive hearts.
Like the full moon that adorns the night,
Whose brilliance brightens gloomy spots,
Her probity, constant and unceasing
Is a blaze of untainted glory.
Sally, whose rhetorics dripping like wild honey
Is a basketful of beatitudes
That wraps the souls of mortals
In veils of hope and faith.
The winds shout her name,
The trees bow in reverence,
The birds whisper it in their songs
And echo its beauty to the green hills!

Mini-Sonnet On Poetry

The thing I like 'bout poetry
       Not metaphor or simile
  
     Nor metered foot nor probity
       I like it when it smiles at me



        ~ Iambic Tetrameter ~

Beyond Imagery

BEYOND IMAGERY
in
laboured uncertainty
tempestuous
 delicate dignity
a
 coming trend
with
the lustre
of  opulence
sumptuous
 perfectly 
   composed
&
relatively solid
  & durable
in richness
& plenitude

points
made 
  haphazard
 actions
  & gestures
to
exhibit
 probity


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

Keeper of the Flame

I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!

This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!

In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide; 
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!

Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?

I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine, 
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!



14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

A Red-Blooded American Responds

Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is getting out of hand,
And probity is not at all being observed
Even hinting that I am a Nazi is crazy!
Forgive me for feeling the need to say.

written December 11, 2021
[written in my reverse rhyme format]

I Am the Archenemy

I am the archenemy of all things bigoted
In word and deed, even in poetry—
For of one blood all God has created
To live together in peace and probity.

written June 28, 2021

Das Ich Und Das Es

Id
fierce, intense
raging, urging, demanding
savage, instinct, moral, probity
loving, caring, giving
civil, gentle
ego

Saboteur

Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls,
And virgin smiles of shyest brides
Soonest morph into widowed furls;
Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides. 

Swearing lovers of staunchest troth
Must sample your bitterest swill too,
And forfeit bonds of grandest worth,
As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do. 

Most ardent toilers all hours round
In shady hands fattest gains leave, 
Mowed to abysses dark worlds far;
To aliens you their ripe labors give. 

And not even sure-shooting hunters still,
Can with all probity wait to taste their kill.
Bards of sharpest wits and niftiest tropes,
Thus must bow and trim ink’s wild hopes.

Your dial’s dual fangs envenom all matter, 
And you’re Joy’s most culpable Saboteur!

I Don'T Know Where I'M Going With This One

Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces, 
& it's moments like these we unearth 
probity in outlooks and lookouts 
to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives
have small windows, & we, like hounds, look 
out  & bayed full moons, through panes. & pain,
bringing the high to where the last line 
is breathed and we are plumbed. & this 
takes fix after fix, to cultivate depravities,
gifts & slumlords, spitting from penitentiaries
the rats & their humans. I saw a few.
This is the kind of stools we sit on
when there is more than blood in our veins
Sometimes guitars sing to us, but the lines ... 
are flat, shattered lives. In death,
there's no dreaming, just dumb sleep

Lazies

The “Lazies”
Written: by Miracle Man
2-19-2020

As bleeding heart liberals crusade for open borders,
Illegals bring their customs, and now reshape our country.
Some show moral probity, but many become hoarders,
And socialist's dare say, “it's all elementary”. 

The lazies knocking on my door seeking food aren't refused,*
Always with another fabricated story to spin.
They always leave contented while I'm left feeling abused,
And before the week's out usually show up again. 


*Matthew 25:40 (KJV)
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

2 Thessalonians 3:10 (KJV)
10 For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.

Pronto Pram's Metamorphose

felony figs feigning
pulpy punctured probity
mystic mist moaning
purpled eyes receding
damped desire drooping
salient severity scrunching

two temerarious Varmints -
callous ensconced embroidery
skins sans salmagundi

lusty leery lurching -
atuned atmosphere aiding
cranky coup clustering

chaetophorous Chipmunk saw,
pronto pram's metamorphose.
       19:11:29:05:53

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