Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.
Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.
Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
Categories:
secern, celebration, christmas, funeral, music,
Form: Couplet
"We're connected to God through faith and Satan through fear."
Robert Hood
fallen spirits are involved
or below, looking for the culprit
any chart always fails
unless to flunk
why are we here?
but succeeds without error
is a dream
therefore, Satan was to blame
a liar and thief that roam the land
in search of souls
may he unfold
to the existing world
but who was to blame?
fantasy is never seen before
to the bared eye
who gave you this name?
you soul thief
~If this was the intention,
to Create.
In the imagination of a desperate spirit
It mustn't be
so does the mind secern the essence of its being?
If not, because none of us could
Inventions only
Imagination of existence
only demons can recur magic
This cryptic suspicion
in mind
a soul-seeking demon
so its existence
does not stop~
Written: October 24, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
secern, analogy, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Nothing external can provide happiness.
Yet, it's how you view life through its rawness.
Millions of people come to us every day.
Fighting for food and relying on one pay.
Thank God that they have a roof overhead.
Dealing with finer aspects of life is a daily dread.
We all face difficulties in our strives.
Fear thwarts our efforts to sustain our lives.
Don't wait around for things to improve.
Actuate a list of everything you should prove.
Start now to promote a state of peace.
Otherwise, you won't have time to increase.
Instead, for your sanity, you need to let people go.
Carefully claim care of your health and mental ego.
They are family because they secern the button to push.
Forgiveness, letting go and moving on hush.
Blunders are affable teachers with a lifelong lesson.
Ask yourself, "What can we learn from now on?"
Deplete recent information to improve your life.
A fitter life from beauteous mistakes and strife.
Written: July 30, 2022
Categories:
secern, analogy, appreciation, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
My son, my son! He will one day put up his arms And shout out, “Play!”
He’ll scribble walls, my young aesthete, bang pots and pans to his own beat.
We’ll hide and seek in show’rs of May, and learn what clouds and stars might say.
He’ll run while stumbling with his feet and singing out his laughter sweet.
I know he’ll grow with every turn. My teachings round his mind he’ll churn.
I pray the good that I’ll instill enhance his power of free will,
And when he leaves he might secern what saves his world or makes it burn.
I hope his life shall then distill some greatness, making life a thrill.
I hope my days will still allow to reach these dreams I hold somehow,
‘Cause now’s the summer of my life and I’ve no child, and lost my wife.
If Fate my dreams does disavow, my art I heighten starting now.
I’ll also try by virtue rife to win my place in afterlife.
Remembered I might never be, most humans try this commonly.
Astounding this we try, agree? To endure like minor deity.
Categories:
secern, angst, art, family, father,
Form: Sonnet