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&augments
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heightened colour
impresses
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identifiable
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in
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sense of
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splices
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enchanting
unending stream
into
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strange wonder
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
Categories:
splices, poetry,
Form: Other
She spins in tight circles
flashing her wonders of three
she lets in the night
coquettish and willing to tease
smoke splices her air
apparent,
weaving and grabbing the need
it's not wanton
but wanted
ropes can't hold back life
cutting the tension
a sharpened knife
splaying her swaying cage
animalistic, fetishistic but smooth
engrafted, tenebrous, the room
topped
long arms whipped
the willows scratch at the window
watching without
leather remains on the floor
glasses shattered, shards cut
blood lets
red, not wasted
one drop
cleaned up
Categories:
splices, love,
Form: Epic
i'm the editor
of your movie
clipping out
takes to take
you home
with me
leaving
splices
for the
public
to see
that you
are the
star that
you are
but a star
is a sun
and
truth
knows
you are
the moon
in your
fullness
from the
other side
your hips
turn me
into a
lunatic
Categories:
splices, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Autumn here slices
Icy cold windy,
Autumn here splices
Pieces of icy.
I linger inside
Starve away icy,
I linger outside
Icy bites greet me.
Falling leaves yellow
Browning death feisty,
Falling leaves hollow
Endings now meet me.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Categories:
splices, change,
Form: Quatrain
In the night, ignite the light
Meant to delight
The flight undertaken
To heal the heartbroken
Writhing in pain
Overloaded in vain
Misunderstood
In a morose mood
Catalysed
Scandalised
To a high degree
In a sentiment spree with glee
Although torture
In a suture culture
Unabated
Sated and dated
Rubs on bruises salt
Bereft of means to halt
Cycles of sadism
Cynicism and misogynism
Pursued to the hilt
To tilt the guilt
Embraced with passion
To fruition
Whether heartaches
Coupled with headaches
Subside or preside
To decide
More humane
Methods in the main
To separate
Eradicate
Scores and stores
A train of pain and strain pores
Over as slices
Splices and sluices
Invite the might
A love bite
Supplies in time
For a damsel to climb
From depths of despair
Her plight to repair
Surges forth
In victory to boldly proclaim her faith.
Categories:
splices, poems,
Form: Free verse
Come Fill The Cup
Come fill the cup
with the mystical wine
that turns man into boy again;
That splices wings
to the heels of an old dancer
yielding leaping arcs above the main;
That endows a vibrant voice
with a worn and aging throat,
to sing a sweet dulcet refrain;
That rejuvenates fading vision
in dry and tearless eyes
to see roses blush in the rain;
That infuses weary fingertips
with hot, sensuous purpose
to arouse her again and again.
That removes the numbness
from a dormant tongue
to freshly taste youth's champagne;
I filled the cup to the brim
from the cask of her inspiring love
to shed years, fears - and the pain.
Categories:
splices, youth,
Form: ABC
As he spreads his wings
The wind flutters the feathers
Against a heron-dotted sky
Of deepest dark
A strong wind to fly
As granite boulders blackly rumble
Deepest voice as raindrops tumble
Down towards
The heron’s crown
The fields ablaze
With electric haze
And an ozone stench spices
As volts and death splices
The scene into a triptych
Categories:
splices, bird, flying, nature, storm,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Sun's rays glint through the glistening pines
Residual moisture imbibes the fawning heat
A cloak of needles hovers over the clandestine copse
Fertile fortress clothes the stunted flora
A whispering breeze bristles through the jaded cones
Resinous scent blankets the blanched meadow
Fondling fungus shrouds the damp floor
Glittering flora splices the distant, tawny terraces
Frothy owls hoot above the hoary mist
Foraging squirrels funnel through the fallen, nutty residue
Hollow bark clamors with the jackhammers of restive peckers
Decaying mantle rattles with the sounds of boring beetles
Cackling turkeys scour the ridges for autumn's latent seeds
Petulant peccaries prat and preen through the bleached undergrowth
Earth-toned stags nestle in the deep thickets
Rippling brook gurgles through the sunken hollow
Categories:
splices, nature
Form: Light Verse
morning beginning
splices of light shining through
triumph of the day
Categories:
splices,
Form: Haiku
The complexity of my mind
is a kaleidoscope of colors,
blending together with my moods,
melting with my personality.
In the state of darkness,
the murky browns and grays
swirl like a fog,
encroaching on solitude
Happiness explodes in a rainbow
of bright hues and illumination,
vivid and rich in their depths,
bursting forth across the vast horizon.
Anger beats in pools of red,
pulsing to a beat that pounds within.
Graphic splices slashing across the canvas.
Drums beating, pounding, with tempos rising.
Passion breathes in deep purples.
Magenta draws swords against indigo.
Saturation’s of sensations,
dissipating into midnight blue of release.
Serenity blossoms within orchards of green
Lime to Olive; Celadon to Sea
Flowing, drifting, soothing
Melting into a pool of contentment.
Oh spectrum of lights and shades
how you fulfill me.
Desires that form substance under your artistic palette,
absorb then scatter, reflecting my inner energies.
Categories:
splices, art, imagination, introspection, life
Form: Free verse
I refuse to think of these days as melancholy.
The “s” has been missing on my keyboard for about a year now,
and in that year I have felt great pleasure, surmounted
great obstacles, and have wrangled
and tormented over false outcomes;
the delusory greener grass.
Yet these are the days I am to discover all of this.
I am to walk out of the cage and stand back, turning around to gaze
at the various compartments of my Blue Ribbon Wrangle Box:
The hinges, pulleys, ropes, splices,
bevels, strapping, horns, buzzers, clocks, and radios
that have encumbered and ran its chaotic push towards
A function built and conceived by man.
I am outside of it now
And I dare threaten to call these days
melancholy just because I miss all my meaningless gauges.
At yet I still stand at the doorstep,
in the silent light where Luminosity begins,
the saddest place of all. It's here
that I find attainment in one direction and attachment in the other.
My Blue Ribbon Wrangle Box haloes
from the white glow of a hidden crescent moon.
Categories:
splices, philosophyblue,
Form: Free verse