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Brian Strand contests
Hot hushed hisses sweet nothings drip;
On alabaster skin they land
more ruse than the rough of your hand;
Holding me in an ego trip
you try to squelch me with that grip;
Throughout centuries they have banned
hot hushed hisses;
Fangs that nip at my lower lip
you buckle me I cannot stand;
Those shackles to me? A silk strand;
Baby go on and let ‘er rip,
hot hushed hisses.
Imagist poet
Prolific blogger
Father of footles
Contest creator
Emagi guru
Aural art form
‘As is moment’
“ichthyschiro”
YouTube poet
For he’s a
most jolly
good fellow
So say
all of
Us
Once bouyant blondeness
now turned like silver tinsel
glistening in light
Chancery lane at 5 o’clock
Towards the Strand I go
It’s a tourist kind of walk
I do not pretend to know
Every building that looks great
Winter air is damp and soft
Passed the wig shop, by the gate
Of the Ede and Ravenscroft
Stopped to see familiar faces
But there are no more
Sellers changed in many places
That I’ve known before
On the Strand Cross Keys are gone
Popped in Cheshire Cheese
And I nearly said hello
Same as always, please..
Seems like no one cares to know
How time shifts through time
Filed and saved as picture show
For some tourists eye.
WILLOW ON STREAM. STRAND
Restless stream ceaseless runs on vibrant flow.
Wonderful weeping willow on stream strand.
Rippling waves are touched by leaves of willow.
Restless stream ceaseless runs on vibrant flow.
Tree watching reflection of own shadow.
Calm cool quiet Willow : Stable on land.
Restless stream ceaseless runs on vibrant flow.
Wonderful weeping willow on stream strand.
The yellow moonlight had gone out.
The moon beats quietly.
The stars have fallen on you.
arrived during the day.
The wind mumbled scattering the stars' dew.
Dust
The sky above is gleaming.
Desire is sent out, and love is infused with kindness.
The moon can make the night exciting, once more to you.
How cleverly the night is transformed into play.
Will you and I meet again?
Have you ever really, or is it just you?
The star sent out a message before falling
The beach is calling.
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I shoulda seen it comin’ my way -
The Judgment Day
Bears the brunt of judging as gold
Rakes piles of entries, old and new
Insists - "completely up to you"
As long as you do as you're told
Note, read the blog to make it through
Submissions, like lava, pour in
Tempting many soupers to win
Review as you give it a shot
Ace of Judges snubs dull and bland
No to acrostic, rhymed or not
Dare I disobey Brian Strand
Strand’s contests I deem Brian’s Blast -
Meaning high praise and no shade cast!
January 4, 2023
Brian Strand loved his poetry organic
reciting on youtube,his choice pick
with blogs&contests today does confess
to thousands thereof, more or less
I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand.
I just want to write a poem.
I'm done with instructions.
I'm done with obedience.
I'm done with the topsy.
Just give me the turvy.
Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time.
I'm done with repetition.
I'm done with repeating myself.
Give me two minutes and I'll make you a paper airplane.
Give me four minutes and I'll make your 2 paper airplane.
Our mouth is the hangar for all ideation sounds.
Then you have these vagabond words,
Escaping without an open hole,
Utilizing these stringy little fingers,
Doing some sort of Fred Astaire number.
Someone call the word plumber.
This be clogged.
TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM
The day my eyes beheld
the sheeny silvery strand
almost had a nervous breakdown
was it not just yesterday
we recited nursery rhymes
and danced in the rain
yesterday when we wore oversized
shoes and baggy clothes
that mama bought us for christmas
yesterday when we were just
girls who had gabfests filled with
giggling about the far future
oh there it is!
the very first grey hair
glittering and standing proud
like a trophy about to be
presented to the winning team in the
glaring view of the teeming audience
first thought was to pluck it out
but at a second glance
saw art in the mind's eye
it's just a strand
not the official opening
of the floodgates
it's inevitable and means nothing
ultimately the beautiful
melanin hair will one day turn grey
no need to conceal it
not only does it get finer with age
but it also comes with insight
The Canadian born American Mark Strand
with an aptitude for words ,in another land
Though more famous as a poet & my contemporary
was never a footle form rimer ,like me
spider web glistens
dew droplets are strung like pearls
I take a picture
contest Haiku - Tito Mostafiz
you are looking at a spider through a dew drop © a year ago, Sharon
Mr. Brian
You stun
Mr. strand
You stand
you judge
never misjudge
your poems
are gems
My rhymes
at times
are lame
and shame
you chime
all time
at whom
my boom
Aroze
with rose
words flow
it's no
done correct
you select
you read
indeed
too much
no catch
always stoic
no trick
will miss
your bliss.
Written: August 27, 2021
FOOTLE FINALE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Brian Strand loved his poetry organic
reciting on youtube,this choice pick
along with blogs&contests today does confess
to thousands thereof, more or less
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