Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the
realities of life--pauses--serves to
endear one's flight into discarnate
realms periodic of physical death to
prime prisms of Guiding Light.
Poignant captures of succulent end
times by planet Earth preferentials,
reveals our tortoise track to
conscious soulfulness.
Unknowing of any capsoul life
formula for existence, I lean heartily
to penitent painted pasts,
custom framed nowness, astro
travel to great beyonds and acute
awareness's of never befores.
The trip to bountiful.
Categories:
rudimentary, adventure, analogy, appreciation, baptism,
Form: Free verse
Lonely repose in the calm lake
make sense for sake
birds flock to show,
nests build so low.
Sunbeams brightly through my locked gaze
spring is on rise
soul is quite live,
Biding revive.
Not deemed useless, the deeds recall
due to time fall
wicked blunder,
kindred wonder.
Written: July 18, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND your pick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
rudimentary, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
When we did see the rudimentary,
We decided to name her Dorothy;
Memory miser,
Left under visor;
Sang do ray and would forget me.
She always gave to the cause;
Was last seen in Wizard of Oz;
By crow scared;
Lion fair haired,
And tin man with metal paws.
Rainbow in air was found floating,
And around lake had been boating;
Witch appeared,
Who we feared;
Watch Wizard of Oz time devoting.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Categories:
rudimentary, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
RUDIMENTARY MASTERPIECE
a curt four year old grimacing at scrawl
comments, “that’s ugly. what is it?”
i teach the sicklier of two twins to reply
with the truth, “i’m not finished, yet!”
the impressive duo of longsuffering —
a pair of candlesticks in God’s presence.
remember the next time someone interrupts
your opus ink, your rudimentary masterpiece,
drip some wax, seal your verse with a kiss,
find your virtue in the sedimentary apropos
of glacier ice, where splendid hexagonal crystals,
like dendrites morph into a blue-butterfly Frost.*
4/2/2018
*Robert Frost wrote a lovely poem called “Blue-Butterfly Day”
Categories:
rudimentary, child, confidence, endurance, writing,
Form: Didactic
Hate as much as you wish,
but the jerk,the jolt,the pound,the thrust
experienced by a tender drop
happen to be the sharp engravings
upon the chest of the robust rock.
Never trained to peep cautious,
never taught to note whispers
the wounded embryo recovers soon
to find that neither the market noise
nor even the mid day light
but it is some dim remote wink
that almost snatches it's world of rights.
Was it the only key
to all the worlds to be explored-
it knows not how to answer,
and knows not even how to ask,
but rudiments meant for the purpose
ease ahead all it's work.
It then seeks to be alone
and seeks to ruminate
with it's lonely available tooth.
It then learns to hide and learns to seek,
and learns to do things that one cannot speak.
It starts to disbelieve
everything that it comes across
and delves into the dangerous depths
to find each time a new truth.
And now,perhaps this reversal
of the waves of pain that spread
from all around to the ever itching naval,
soothes it somewhat only to return
as devastating tempests
to the calm and quiet shores.
Categories:
rudimentary, nature,
Form: Blank verse
So near and so far
you live together
sorting through the detritus of life.
*
The erosion
sends back the gravel,
the sand and silt of human script.
*
The violence,
will it end someday ? Asks
a child playing with a time bomb.
Satish Verma
Categories:
rudimentary, art,
Form: ABC