Menacing clouds, with faces black,
fierce thunderbolts that roar and crack.
Strong howling winds that make trees snap,
Wind-driven rain that windows slap.
The storm that fills our hearts with fear,
gives way to skies, surreally clear.
The calm belies the peril posed
by the fierce storm that ‘round me closed.
It makes a fool of frightening fears
While howling winds assailed my ears.
As pranksters’ tricks can make me squeal,
the calm clouds a fear that was real.
The calm that follows a windstorm
Should our impatient hearts transform,
the storms that at times roar and rage
prepare us for our life’s next stage.
But if we do not pass the test,
We sure will miss life’s very best.
Blissbomb lover innovates sensual sparks,
Libido inviting surreally seductive booty,
Inspiring sexy soul beloved luring,
Secret sensitive beautiful lusty initiatives,
Senses beguiling lusty initiatives-seduced!
wispy chiffon curtains parted a tiny bit
I faced a pink storybook horizon
a sailboat glided past,
completing the canvas
making it surreally magical
the dried flowers matched
I ran for my camera
hoping to capture this
so I could paint it at a later time
alas, it never looked the same
not ever that glorious
luckily, it was seared into
my artist mind
BASTION of TRADITION
the erstwhile
contemporary
surreally clustered
together
mellowed
to an extent
that
immortality
still appeals
driven by
an impulse
of
isolation
against still
prevailing
then
but
now forgotten
bourgeoisie
then
surely
antagonising
stunted
&
scandalous
outpost of
controversy
of
inverting imagery
errors in society
the motif
producing
a
furore
against
of moral
decay
&against
in mistrust
of in
authority
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Copyright © Brian Strand
Summer sunset streams- soon sundown springs-
so splendid, splashing softly, seizing skies.
Surrendering stale sapphire, shaping strings;
surreally setting scenes, soon stirring sighs.
So silently, smoked shadows structure, shape-
spur, sharpen, sunset silhouettes- so stark;
Streaked salmon, saffron, scarlet- showy scape
sets spatial sights supplying sundown spark.
Serenity surrounds- sun sinking slow;
striking sunset stuns, sharing scenic show.
UNDERSTATEMENT
language
confirms
the
familiar
even a weakness
angst
melodrama
wonder
the
significant
reciprocated
precisely
a
modern echo
momentarily
a
slight
foretaste
vibrant
elegant
twirling
surreally
&colourfully
rendered
an avatar
of
estrangement
in an
unmistakable
panoply
of
glowing
visages
eyeballing
sallow
isolation &
unsettling
existence
animated
swirling
fathoms
of
fantasy
irradiated
with
innocence
exuding
the
will-o’-the-wisp
influence
expressly
apparent
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PRETENSIONS
a fantasy
ego
self pleasing
sentimentality
symbolizing the
figurative
in
bejewelled
attire
in
distinctive
gesture
so allegorical
& memorable
floating
surreally
in primped
pefection
yet
pecularily
distorted
&
detached
but still
signalling
the flirtatious
in
meticulous
unreality
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It’s a warm and surreally serene night.
A great milky wheel of stars
rises wet and shivering from the waves
at midnight’s horizon,
and the silver pale light of a gibbous moon
settles on the sea
glistening its tinsel-crested heaving bosom.
Moonlight rushes with
every rolling wave to the shore
as if the light itself was pulling the waves;
The moon had cast
the great net of silver light
and gathered up the whole sea
to haul it to the shore
wave by wave.
~04/13/22
~Contest: A Brian strand Premiere Choice.
surreally funny
or half a laugh
I’ve sat in both audiences
while the comic puns and pans
for your amusement
the joker smokes
each and every line cries
know your punters eager
you thought you were
surreally funny but-
you had a distinct
nonsense of humour.
10.2021
Sometimes Sister Sarah seems subjugated
Sometimes she seems simply silly,
Sometimes she suddenly screeches shrilly
Sometimes she sounds sophisticated,
Sometimes Sister Sarah shrugs surreally.
written August 26, 2021
[playing with words when my muse
was stubbornly aloof!]
I felt myself traveling rapidly in my own direction
Not north south east or west, an unnamed direction
Believing in my abilities and talent as I never had before
I felt there were invisible wings on my back
Propelling me forward,
Enthusiasm and strength saturated my soul as I moved
Confident and self-assured; the sun moved out of my way
The flowers and the grass cheered me on my journey
I was invincible, untethered, whole and surreally me.
A superb feeling of might and power overtook me.
I had shed all of the weeds and thorns of my past life.
There were no slices or chips out of my being.
I was queen of myself, with paranormal energy
Living my truth in a new way
Making my own path
Heading in a new untraveled direction.
The direction of me.
Neural flame blooms like a rose
Crystals like petals open
Their surreally beautiful essence unfolds
The center of flame is sit of power
The eternal light of the stars beams through
The countenance of divine is hidden behind their visage
The growth of increase is beyond infinity at last phase
And the growth of previous sets the stage for development of next
My soul levitates with the stars
The message of abyss
In them is written
The spirit guides the light
The universe cannot be designed by a fool
Every action has equal and opposite reaction
The soul rises with balance of judgment
And will sit in the throne of God
Like living ivy vine
With surreally beautiful crystals on its spine
Their depth is hard to define
Their intricacy and spellbinding splendor is divine
The understanding is at thought’s very edge
To define the very soul they pledge
The perfect logic underlines that edge
And surreal supernatural things happen at of thought highest ledge
The crystals mathematically sublime symphony will sing
The feast of wonder fit for a king
The simplified yet exquisite combination sets up every string
This might even be theory of everything
In the east samurai opens the cave of elements of which there are four
In the South American wilderness emeralds beautify temple floor
Above this temple stone winds soar
Lost pyramid in Africa welcomes a monk that arrives on African shore
The spirit moves like wind blowing near
Its echoes in mountain temple of Crete one can hear
The black Madonna’s picture in church temple since days of hussars they revere
The great sixth temple is on the frontier
The sixth temple brims with majesty
It is surreally beautiful to those it manage to see
Beyond all cosmic light of destiny
It stone altar holds edge of philosophy
Seventh temple is in parts unknown
It might be build of wood, metal, heart, or stone
Only by great mage way to it can be shown
Where divine itself sits on the throne
From the north the air gets dense
The power of surreally awe inspiring is immense
The visage of devil himself is positioned in thunder as clouds condense
The feeling of dread accompanying increase of force is intense
The zenith like dark sun rising
In thunder is the majesty of mysterious king
Absolute is the distance where shadows sing
The benign is the power now that dread is fading
The power increases as eons future and past
Creating the power that for eons will last
Its own temporal shadow they will cast
Lightning crosses the distance with mesmerizingly powerful blast
The soul swims in beyond continuum force
The thunder is just the base of course
This by non specified yet increasing by its own momentum force
Is divine choirs that soprano singing muse will endorse
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