EXTERNAL ILLUSIONS
images
assigned
&
occupying
the
sensual
phantasmagoria
perceived
feeling
for
form
in
aesthetic
reality
or
pseudo
transcendance
reproduced
& receptive
contemplation
of
fortuitious
transparent
phenomena
analogies
&allegories
of
activities
in
blossoming
perspective
re emerge
impersonal
inorganic
changeless
manifestations
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
Do you
too
grow tired?
Feeling no sufficient vacation
from your sacred
ponderous vocation
as this endless day's resilient
wise Elder generation
Constantly longing for recognition,
faithfully
hopefully loving
InBetween a cognitive
emotive place
Impatient
for cooperative understanding
while curiously seeking co-empathic appreciation
for sufficient win/win resolutions
to slowly re-emerge EarthTribe's thriving integrity
Spiraling betwixt EarthMother's healthy
vibrant green-blue ecology
and SunFather's wealthy
pantheistic theology
Growing tired
from feeling no sufficient vacation
from my sacred monotheistic
ponderously responsible
unconditionally self/other regarded
ego/eco-systemic convocation.
EMBLEMS
exhilarating
renowned
themes
to hand
patches
of
light
the
curious
hung together
to
evoke&
perhaps
appropriately
encountering
harbingers
of beloved
modern art
in exploded
versions
saved
from
obscurity
to re-emerge
deploying
the immediate
&
simultaneously
ensuring
a virtuosity
conscious
of all
the intricate
shimmering
&
adorned
replicated
in
the
memorable
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
Stump, stone, cones and mushroom
seeds that drill down to re-emerge
One mushroom's hat has already been seized
- a small piece of the forest's dish
In the blissful play of life
On a trust that falls randomly
With freedom, mystery,
silence and the qualities of silence
... a physical presence
The deepest meaning of life
must be, to seizing the moments
27/07/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
All thought egoic, manifest by desire
Beginning with an identity urge
To expand, identity thus conspires
Spiralling in grooves, of narrow thought surge
Feeling separate from source, we diverge
Hypnotic illusions, attention mires
The clear light of truth, then begins to blur
All thought egoic, manifest by desire
Blissful consciousness, was our state prior
Before our deluded ego upsurge
Spark becoming flame, now raging fire
Beginning with an identity urge
Ego thought fed, it begins to infer
Floundering about, reflections admires
Silencing resonance, own thought prefers
To expand, identity thus conspires
Thinking a gift divine, we did acquire
Boon then bane; ego delusion a scourge
Bewildering illusions, thus does sire
Spiralling in grooves, of narrow thought surge
Liberation at hand, when we do merge
Choosing resonation with hearts love choir
Our childlike presence then does re-emerge
Save the love vibration, nothing inspires
All thought egoic
14-January-2021
This Covid is a raging scourge.
I pray, “Dear Lord, please stem the surge;
let the normal re-emerge.”
Yet, spring arrived, new life in tow,
with buds to bloom and green to grow,
warmth and showers to bestow.
The squirrels chattered, free of care,
played tag, of watchers unaware.
Sun came out with rays to spare.
Regaled by birds and front-porch chimes,
I thought of blessings of these times.
Spring engendered brand-new rhymes.
January 11, 2021
entered in the Attention to Detail Contest
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
Fat cat fat cat
Living a life of ease
The high rise apartment
Luxurious indeed
Fat cat fat cat
Always dreamed of a better way
Where he could be pampered
Baths, endless food, a comfortable bed to stretch and lay
Fat cat fat cat
Living out his dreams
But in those quite moments
The meaning of life brings unease
Fat cat fat cat
Through the window birds flying stir an urge
An uncomfortable awareness
Instinctual drives re-emerge
Fat cat fat cat
A flawed misguided destiny
It’s hard to see life’s value
When all you’re seeking is the cheese
Fat cat fat cat
Troubled by the fact
The life that he desired
Is now time he can never get back
Fat cat fact cat
The life of ease perhaps a disease
The purpose in life
The struggle – brings growth to all living things
Fat cat fat cat
Surrenders - sleeps and eats all day and night
Miserable in his comfort
Watching others live out their life
Faithful relationships
with Earth and me,
of we within Earth's natural body
of work and play,
silence and voices,
hunger and thirsty choices,
Right Enlightenment connection
often reflected Transcendentally,
light of healthy humane nature
to co-arise within immanent
pulsing
sappy
sexual
sensory
predators co-gravitating
prey within
Eat and be eaten.
Digest historical resonance
and become reabsorbed communion
of immanently reconnecting lights,
Transcendent from Heaven's view,
Right relationship co-inviting Earth's enspirited Nature
becoming less transcendent predator
to re-emerge more incarnate co-arising prayers.
Here to divide and separate
Now to multiply and co-relate.
The mining villages of Wales
are steeped in history and tales
of sons and fathers, duty-bound
who earned a pittance underground.
For generations miners toiled
with picks and shovels, faces soiled.
Their throats parched dry and fingers raw,
black gold the aim, etched scars the score.
And mountains whisper tales of men
who failed to re-emerge again.
Or nevermore could breathe with ease;
Sad victims of black lung disease.
In valleys shaped by pride and grit
within the black and hostile pit,
black powder prowled and took its prey
but brotherhood did not give way.
11/11/18
'Black powder poetry contest' : Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Your Choice (3), sponsored by Brian Strand
Unlike being alone
Celibacy is a choice
A commitment to oneself
Maybe for a lifetime
Maybe for a growth cycle
Celibacy is a desire
a need to focus
to reevaluate
Celibacy is a spiritual journey
concentrating with minimal distraction
time alone to reflect
to hibernate
then re-emerge
cocoon
metamorphize
journey inward
explore the great depths of the self
AP: 3rd place 2021
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you
In your place, amongst the detritus
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life,
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands,
To show my love.
As dawn breaks across the rugged land,
vague shapes begin to blurrily appear.
images of mythical creatures now seen
briefly then brushed away they dissolve.
Is it these images that give legends birth?
the tales of Unicorns and dragons?
The stories of three headed beasts
that wander through the mist shrouds?
Pea soup mists that you can almost push aside
abruptly vanishing as the sun burns them off.
Leaving the landscape we all know and accept
yet memories remain of fantastical things.
That re-emerge in our dreams
leaving us with uncertainty and
knowledge deep down within
that mist cloaks and blinds
what lies beyond the veils of time
The serene beauty of the beach
the waves of the sea flow like my emotion
As I breath in the air you fade away near me leaving me alone
I swim to the shore embracing a world of bliss
but I don't know where you have gone
I step through the beach feeling the warm sand caress my bare feet
Happy but sad questioning your disappearance.
where did you go?
You re emerge in the sun lit forest pathway
The trees move with the wind and a sight of beauty sends serenity through me
as I rejoin with you we shall travel together through this utopia.
.tsohg a erew ouy kniht I
Do we have "enough"?
Will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down or build us up.
Will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or re-emerge and scream and sting our eye.
Make us blind to hope and happiness.
Do we have "enough" to pluck the guts
from the chasms of experience.
To fashion buds of love
from the fiery depths of ego's lust.
Have we evolved "enough" to trust again...
when our old gray world blitzes in.
Swinging concrete fists of what's the use and what-ifs.
Fill our starving souls with blackbird piss.
Do we have enough-enough(s) to become an "us"?
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