When men gather to make the laws and settle the day, all seems safe and comforting and well- There are disagreements between them as always, but compromise is always the quest-
But when men hold themselves above this thesis is when dangerous demons will not quell-
It is now for all to stand up against these non truths, never relinquishing to rest-
But when the demons have erupted, they will not easily be dismissed-
They will say they are helping the common man, which most will believe-
Only some will realize the deception, and look back sadly at past days missed-
Then all become restless seeing the true nature of these beasts, bringing final desolution and grief-
Then comes bloodshed and chaos until the next band of men appear, promising help and change- And once again the cycle begins with hope and inspiration for all to feast-
How would the endless cycle be stopped, with thinkers only purveying the same old range- Alas it cannot and will not be haulted, because the nature of man is ruled by its beast-
OBSERVATION
outlook on life
a contemporary
belief
worthy
of
attention
the setting
tense
a depiction
to witness
ordinary
life
day-to-day
in
countless
retrospects
from the
darkness
bring forth
light
via
different
identities
purveying
realism&
embracing
the unique
gift
within
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
Flying dove-like in the midst of a sea of blueness
Bringing a warm sensory of quiet and peacefulness
A delicate quill floats and moves with the mild breeze
Each butterfly represents a profound gift of gentle ease.
Whispering Wings, indigenous force's benefactress
Tugging the chords despite purveying mercifulness
Meandering in the pristine wilderness same as wildebeest
It suspires into our buoyant spirits, looks, and sparest.
Gravitational radiation, mindfulness adjustments
Scarcely an effectiveness shrinkage upright abutments
Will achieve divine reality in everlasting eternity
Heart at God glimpses from the chasm of leniency.
Balmy justness heaves, and the spirit reawakens
The scarcity of crispness was withdrawn slice at once
Ecstasy has glowed, and the epitome run sway
Emptiness is hidden when the shapes shrink away.
Written: January 12, 2022
for the 'Whispering Wings' Poetry Contest or Chantelle Anne Cooke.
In peace she consumes curds and whey
Miss Muffet on tuffet will stay
The spider retreats
While she giggles and eats
Now armed with a can of bug spray
Author's note: Apologies to mother goose. I never liked the original. I thought it was a destroyer of childhood innocence.
Why can't we enjoy what we do without being bothered? I don't dislike spiders, and I hope the original author of the nursery rhyme was just trying to point out how silly distractions occur when we are afraid.
On the other hand, an allegorical view makes the spider out to be something sinister--like a member of the Trump family, one of the members of Congress purveying the big lie, or Russian propaganda trying to divide us. They can all be dealt with if we just come to our senses.
In San Francisco, he started his crusade
to teach the word of God and all good He made.
His followers, even though penurious,
gave him all they had; they were oblivious.
He taught them how to atone for sins and pray.
To a much better life, Jones would show the way.
To South America, they followed Jim down.
In the thick hot jungle, they built their Jonestown.
Soon, there was no love, peace, and no sanctity.
Instead, there was pain, deceit, and cruelty.
A California congressman arrived there
to alleviate the relatives’ despair.
However, his findings would not be revealed.
He and his party met their deaths on the field.
Jones tested his children’s loyalty later.
By drinking poison, they met their Creator
Ubiquitous death with not a single sound;
over nine hundred lifeless bodies were found!
He was once a shepherd purveying God’s grace,
leading most of his flock to death and disgrace.
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