Short Savours Poems
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serpent
slithers secretly
surveys surroundings
sibilates spittle
snake skin shines
she snipes
savours seeds
24th September
perched on the branches
of a high verdant tree
an introvert savours silence ~
his inquisitive mind flies
on the wings of fantasy
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A Brian Strand
PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Placed 3rd
Posted May 2022
The imaginary
musings of my mind
experience
past & present
lingers long
dusted off
viewed
from time to time
perspective
changes all
then savours
the mellowness
of memory
then
once again
Today
will be yesterday
who are we to say
the way bliss mists sway
within feeble form
raking up a storm
each body vector
savours bliss nectar
God’s magnetic heat
that makes us complete
save coming undone
nothing need be done
God and we are one
love drenched golden sun
I don't hope for this
sweltering heat to quell
the night to dwell
on the fill of clouds
that it savours
for it's excesses seem to
be the way for it;
no melting, or dissolving of the fire
abundance of me and
enough of everything___
but I hope it rains tonight.
Feel savours touch
Touch tells so much
Thought waves now link
Link sensuous think
Fine words work lines
Lines speak most fine
Touch knows fond feel
Feel words that heal
Be what you see
See what may be
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2018
Singapore
A translucent apple
crimson in glister
rests upon a cushion
of wedding lace
and silken drapes
in the humming witchwood.
A honeyed perfume
pervades the crystal air
to entice a blessed lady
who savours the rosy flesh
of that glowing fruit
and sinks into an eternal
slumber.
Your love like a pallet of colors
Fills beauty in spaces left empty
My stream of life, at all its levels
Humbles back it's start, the pleasantry
Your love like wind to sailors
Flutters along the impending victory
My bowl of life, with all its flavours
Savours each moment, the pleasantry !!!
The imaginary musings of my mind, experience past & present lingers long,dusted off, re-opened,viewed from time to time, retrospective perspective changes all; maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast, then savours the mellowness of memory; a tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face.Today will be yesterday, gathering dust.
as we dissolve in the now continuum
a sublime ethereal divine fragrance
engulfs our consciousness like a mist
the source is not out there but in here
in gratitude stuporous presence savours
the subtle bliss inducing beauteous elixir
there’s nothing to be done saving being
befriending stillness and thus becoming
09-April-2023
Seriously searching seldom she sees
Solitude she savours so succinctly
Spaces she searches satisfying soul
Sufficiently sating silencing storm
Slowly surfacing so specially still
Sighting ships serenely sailing seas
Sonorous sounds silenced successfully
Written 5th April 2021
Contest SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES
Sponsor JCB Brul
2nd Place
Strayed far from the nest
I’m fed up living with dust
for years fleeting shade
bereft
of melody
of spirit I sink to
the hades of utter loss
I can’t
reckon hidden mysteries
I have lost the sea
for a mere cupful
void of patience and
peace now as I touch the breasts
of the field I crave
for a pure breath
native to
my being I search
sweet savours
of love
--R K Singh
Rhyme and reason take,
Hurts and pains succinct;
Yeast yields puffy stake,
Mine hearty instinct,
Entice words that speak.
Choice savours fresh form,
Reach that distant peak,
Intent follows prompt;
Touch that unseen prime,
Exploit the sure wave;
Rise to brilliant times,
Instruct words that save;
Observe the clear strains,
Note what voices plain.
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2015
Singapore
The imaginary musings of my mind,
experience past & present lingers long,
dusted off,re-opened,viewed from time to time,
retrospective perspective changes all;
Maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast,
then savours the mellowness of memory;
A tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face;
Today will be yesterday,gathering dust,
then filed,microfiched,all too soon forgotten
'til an event unlocks the museum again.
petal by petal
heart lotus opens
orientation celebratory
there is no one here to discern
meanings our mind tends to assign
for all that is, is but a splash in the ocean
wherein presence savours soma nectar potion
in time dissolved stillness, poised in the void
becoming the flame of awareness itself
transmuting all energy centres within
in a slow motion dance beauteous
so thus we learn as we burn
within body-mind urn
Upon cessation of doing, rejoice,
witnessing movement, centred in the void,
aligning thereby with our soul’s soft voice,
in time dissolved stillness, thus by love buoyed,
ego cravings, by pulse divine destroyed,
whereupon essence of presence alive,
savours bliss elixir, in the heart’s hive,
being to become, God’s light here aglow,
as nodes within form, to the cadence jive,
transcendence enabled, for pure hearts mellow.
04-December-2021
STREAMS
The imaginary musings of my mind,
experience past & present lingers long,
dusted off,re-opened,viewed from time to time,
retrospective perspective changes all;
Maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast,
then savours the mellowness of memory;
A tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face;
Today will be yesterday,gathering dust,
then filed,microfiched,all too soon forgotten
'til an event unlocks the museum again.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
The wind sighs and sings,
Melancholy it brings.
Feeble boughs sway;
This for a season will stay.
Feeble boughs release their hold,
Withered leaves tell a story untold.
Withered leaves in distinct colours,
A memory that time savours.
Windy nights,
Dimmed lights.
The neighbourhood takes on a different look,
Like stories unfolding in a book.
My grandmother's favourite season—
Is the stillness a plausible reason?
August 30, 2026.
Matthew penned the first gospel
from where we read of God’s son
from being a collector of taxes
this disciple to Jesus did run
The shortest gospel of them all
was written by the disciple Mark
who showed the way to God
was seeing the light from the dark
The good physician Dr Luke
did write the gospel story
about Jesus and His love
pointing the way to be holy
The one who Jesus loved
John, which was his name
who stood with Jesus mother
at the savours cross of shame
poetgord@2013
the dust has finally settled
hearts now sigh in relief
the guests have left at last
nobody’s turned a new leaf
the conversation was lively
mischief pervaded the air
without meaningful content
executed with aplomb and flair
life role by us thus enacted
dynamic stillness in motion
within the mundane atmosphere
yet savours soma nectar potion
our heart’s secret goes unnoticed
even by near and dear ones
as we remain vibrant throughout
innumerable suchlike reruns
STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The imaginary musings of my mind,
experience past & present lingers long,
dusted off,re-opened,viewed from time to time,
retrospective perspective changes all;
Maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast,
then savours the mellowness of memory;
A tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face;
Today will be yesterday,gathering dust,
then filed,microfiched,all too soon forgotten
'til an event unlocks the museum again.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
Daily Poetry #79, April 18, 2017
Word: Adolescence
If
I am
no longer
here, I want you
to smile for me.
Go and experience
life and everything else that
you could possibly imagine.
Drink merrily, love faithfully, and
most importantly, please live happily.
Take what I’ve taught you with a grain of salt,
Make a dish that savours your life.
With that murmur of time,
that first sound, that I still
remember, continue
walking through life.
Know that I’ll
be with
you.