The cud I rechewed // in the riverside // was from a sett of dreadful hemlock // that struck the aquifers of my soul.
Blight glue my night // as mournful as the grave-in my streets // silence defeats me.
I weep formaldehyde // I would go mad —naked // struggling for precision.
Until I bite through the pages of poesy // that charges the sapless pulse in my arteries: hope has feathers and many more.
In those poems I chew away murderer's hand // lurking around my shadows & ravaging it beyond repair.
In a short while // I would calligraph about God // for crafting out poets // who are small "god" in his image // I envied // yet, I'm a poet.
Damn me if I ever doubt that poetry isn't a panacea for poets.
twitching noses
in tussocks
of awakened primroses
rummaging on hazel boles
hibernating mammals
poke from the holes
leafless hedgerows
where buds now form
a carpet of white corm
Badgers forage
for food near their sett
renewing
their bracken scented couchette
Sparrow and robin
pair off in twos
as lengthening days
come into view.
aconite open in rays of sun
below yellow catkins
with tails fine spun.
Osier shoots
in green corn camomile
as Spring mornings
begin to smile.
W I N T E R
B R E A K S
N A T U R E
A W A K E S
G A R D E N
A S L E E P
&
an oldie reposted
Fields flooded into skating rinks
into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so
not the best place to skate.
Thawing February of twitching noses
in tussocks of woken primroses.
Rummaging on hazel boles,hibernating mammals
poke from the holes.
Leafless hedgerows , buds now form
a carpet of white corm,
Badgers forage food near their sett
renewing the bracken scented couchette.
Nature pair off in twos
lengthening days come into view.
aconite open in rays of sun
below, yellow catkins tails fine spun.
Osier shoots in green corn camomile
early Spring mornings begin to smile.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
A city on a set of hills and valleys
Rusty brown roofings a symphony
Of rhythms in colourful harmony
Ibadan a large city with a village sett.
A cauldron of the old and the new;
The
Present
And
The
Future
A fusion,
Ibadan,ilu to Dan
(The city that glitters)
A star on the West whose
Glare is on the decline.
Ibadan my beloved city
On a set of hills.
(Written on 21/06/2015
inspired by contest nature theme
Beneath the undergrowth deep
Awakening from a winter sleep,
Hedgehogs stir in nocturnal nuzzle,
Uncurl their defensive puzzle;
Shrews,woodmice and voles
Quiver,and quickly desert their holes;
Badgers air the bracken couchette,
Forage for food around their sett;
Hustle,bustle in each earthly niche
To illustrate nature's pastiche
Midst hedgerows of yesteryear,
To preserve,protect and hold dear.
Habitation Swap quatrain.
At full moon wolves howl loudly
Obscured from view, so cloudy,
mist hovers over nearby lagoon
Wolves howl loudly at full moon,
Owls hunt with stealth unseen
Viewing prey with eyes so keen,
territory known, food for Health,
unseen owls hunt with stealth,
Badgers ascend from their sett,
we owe these animals a debt,
from bullets they can't defend
from their sett badgers ascend,
rabbits roam through the warren
Intricate routes never forgotten,
an underground loving home
through the warren rabbits roam,
Mice around undergrowth scuttled,
in woven balls their young huddle,
Corn fields their ideal paradise
around undergrowth scuttled mice,
it soon be the tree
candy youll see
drum bang
a hey hang
on the tree heavenly
only will sett face to face
by the
CHRISTMAS FIRE PLACE
Tho join holly the sample is data
Diurnal, in cheek by jowl site
Intimacy is over deeds by, in bliss
Gloss your eyes of tender
Special in upon pulling out love
In sharp finding of a sett
Than winds not mussing yours hear
As mailing from the heart
Known than you’re sensed, a site
Where to chair of peace
Up bliss carry in your soul
Known than galloping for
Thy site own tho “by foresees ”
Endo vowed soul: in heaven
From the soil tho’ free swing!
Snowfall so heavy in 'eighty-two
reproduced a Christmas card view.
A biting wind swirled in one foot drifts
over hanging in bridges..makeshift.
The fields flooded into skating rinks
into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so
not the best place to skate.
Thawing February brings twitching noses
in tussocks of awakened primroses.
Rummaging on hazel boles,hibernating mammals
poke from the holes.
Leafless hedgerows where buds now form
a carpet of white corm,
Badgers forage for food near their sett
renewing their bracken scented couchette.
Sparrow and robin pair off in twos
as lengthening days come into view.
aconite open in rays of sun
below yellow catkins with tails fine spun.
Osier shoots in green corn camomile
as early Spring mornings begin to smile.
Beneath the undergrowth deep
Awakening from a winter sleep,
Hedgehogs stir in nocturnal nuzzle,
Uncurl their defensive puzzle;
Shrews,woodmice and voles
Quiver,and quickly desert their holes;
Badgers air the bracken couchette,
Forage for food around their sett;
Hustle,bustle in each earthly niche
To illustrate nature's pastiche
Midst hedgerows of yesteryear,
To preserve,protect and hold dear.
I had a secret bound to let go
I was scared to tell so no one ahd to know
I was afraid everyone would consider me their foe
But the other day i was ready, and i let it go
Everyone Understood,except my mother
I thought she would understand like no other
I'm Glad people know the real me
Cuz the box is open and i am free
Who cares if i like both sexes
I won't recieve the death penalty and be sent to texas
Im a still go on and be able to but my lexus
My life is sett to be blocked along the wasy
Even if its mom, i'll stand tall and make it someday
But if she can't except me, many will
Cuz she taught this man how to take it cuz life is real
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