Symbolised Poems

Karma Dogma

If intent and actions
are cause and effect
and influence the future
what you give is what you get
and yet
what about children
caught in the crossfire
when very young
murdered in man's mire
they have not yet begun
to live
and love is all they have to give
so much for karma
symbolised by the lotus flower
but whereabouts is it
in their most needed hour
forsaken by fortune
they answered fate's call
tho' no reason not to do good
our own sad destiny awaits us all

PAINTING is POETRY sketch

unconventional
rendering
 in simply
configured
  allegory
of
symbolised
conceptual
    insights

metorphorically
  measured
  motifs
of
amplified
  interplay
in
an aura
of
  ambiguity
in evocatives
gestures

Hope

If not for hope would we survive? It’s only hope that keeps us alive. When we are blue and tears we shed, if not for hope in pain we tread.

In midst of storm where fears stride, solely hope remains our guide. When seas are rough and tides are strong, we pray and sing a hopeful song.

When we are weak and from pain we roar, with hope we walk a sandy shore. When we are stressed unable to cope, green and yellow are the colours of hope.

We find hope in life and love, it’s symbolised in a white dove. Peace and prosperity the symbol brings, luck and fidelity and warmer Springs.


Saleh Ben Saleh

QUICK DEATH

Quick death, 
when standing for the truth 
is symbolised as " quick death" 
It is hard for some people without faith 
to rise and express their challenges on earth. 
African youth 
continue to rise and speak the truth about atrocities, 
and exclusion of the  black" dark" folks 
In the world's operating systems.

Zen Mode

daily updates
forecast, rehearsed
stifling soul's spontaneity
gravitates yet toward the light
pulsating within our core
as bliss beats renew
divine splendour

truths so affirmed
valid in their own right
yet err when symbolised
unable to cross the river twice
even as the void too shifts
flickering at its whim
inverting polarity

22-November-2022

The Only Star For Me

The Star of David shines within,
seen by pure hearts, who're free from sin.
Feel it's glow at the heart centre,
orbiting which, love throbs enter.

Symbolised as two triangles,
love’s elixir, fear untangles.
This is our spiritual heart,
where we feel bliss ignition start.

To know who we are, touch this space,
wherefrom in-pours God's boundless grace.
Feel polarities herein merge,
bringing forth within, a bliss surge.

Go in oh hermit, go in now.
God's touch heals us, if we allow. 
Break down now, ego’s narrow walls.
The light of Christ consciousness calls.

04-November-2022

N/A in ‘The Only Star For Me Poetry Contest’
Judged on 11-November-2022

'Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Virtual Rarities

VIRTUAL RARITIES
techniques
 transformed
to
explore
 the potentials &
 possibilities
of
  modelling
the
initiative&
 generatively
 appropriated &
reimagined

renditions
surrounded
by
 iterative complexity
 extracted
&
merged
 with the
visual

expressing
a mood
static
 tangible
& prominent
inn
 alternatives
stylised imagery
  symbolised
by
 the
 serene
  introspective
 distilled
  with
 uncertainty
marginalised
in
precedents by
conceptual
 stereotypes
  expressed
 in token
proponents
so finely
tuned

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

Simulacra's Deceit and Truth

Signs and symbols as idols for truth’s god as meant 
Introspection of man’s society by society 
Mirror of conceit and the non-existent 
Universal veiling of this reality 
Long gone days are dreamed of, symbolised, and spurred 
A painting of a world that no longer exists 
Creation of Man and of Saklas are blurred 
Reigning supreme is hyperreality that persists 
And our only salvation is Christ, the logos and the truth

Meaning of a Metal Disc

When I got it I wore it only once on a special day

That time seemed good to display, showing understanding, respect, solidarity

But I confess I don’t really know what it means to me, no pride

Over years I have thought of this metal disc, what it defines

What it recognises of me, what it says about me

Often I feel it embellishes, makes much of nothing

Seems it has more significance to others, not me

Does it make me feel better about myself, about who I was or what I did?

No

It represents something else, more a keepsake, a reminder of all those there

A silent notation, a memory, a footnote now history

I am shy about this, not quick to be proud of it

More regretful I think, this disc commemorates loss of others, lives

If I did not have this disc given from those who deem me worthy

My actions would have been null and void, the grounds for this, absent

And my friends perhaps would be here today, and not just symbolised

In this metal disc


Feb 2022

Hope

When the clouds hovered in the sky 
And the cold breeze blew 
They marked the arrival of rain 
Dispensing a gloomy view

Soon the clouds started to cry
Just as I had assumed
The soil bore the weight of their tears 
Eventually deepening it's own wounds

Plants tried to stand upright
As the furious wind broke it's branches 
They saw the destruction it was causing 
Decreasing their survival chances

But soon as the storm stopped 
And the sun came 
It symbolised the victory of hope 
Over the violent pain...
Over the violent pain....

No Anchor For Rancour

Stirrings of heart in poems symbolised,
creations crafted as heartfelt emote,
oft by narrow minds cursorily sized,
since heart and head ride in different boats.
Nonchalant to criticism, we do float
as a bliss mist, in joyful innocence,
engaging not in this churlish parlance.
The jibes and taunts whizz by us harmlessly;
our centred presence in tranquil balance,
throbbing in rapture of love endlessly.

07-November-2020

Written for: ‘Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Poetry Contest’

Hemmed In

Sat Chit Ananda being the limit of expressing the inexpressible absolute reality whilst  resident within boundaries of space-time, we fail to comprehend this symbolised understanding in the clear light of unwavering awareness without assimilating the experience. The letting go of to get to remains the impediment. The map is not the terrain.

Veil lifts, clear light dawns
Mind body vaporises
We be to become

11-August-2020

Have We

Have we felt within that that may not be sized
Only symbolised

Have we felt within explosive bliss in renewal
The ignition continual

Have we ceased to struggle and vaporised
As a mist of bliss magnetised

A Dance With a Prancing Prawn Should Be Held At Dawn With Birdsongs

The idiosyncrasies of a semi idolised biscuit is often symbolised by riotous clapping sessions. By camels who love to crunch. But a crunch is neither a cream, a crevasse, a cape nor is it a crammed carton. So in fact is it better to rise then fall or fall then rise? In many a disguarded apron lies the epitome of expertise in experimental expeditions. But not whilst cleaning out the shower for that brings forth notes and vast arias of synchronised sounds from the sink. A snoring is often akin to the sweet sounds from a cast iron twenty foot long boar. Whose epic dreams of parachuting are often thwarted by the passing of the seasonal shrouded shams. But this is never to be released by mr shampoo bottle as shampoo bottles are too simple to simplify and to simplify is to simply signify significant stirring sticks. And there is the glow from the morning brew. Winking. Waiting. Z harpsichordist Z at 33 feet looking for 8 pairs of socks. X c v b q x and a big rotating Z

A Very Noisy Talkative Toast Was Jumping Today

Queen quilt was arguing with prince pillow over a diamante duvet. But diamantes are not difficult dreamers nor diagonal deprivation. In fact it is the elite of every ethos that speaks of a qualifying uneven road surface. And uneven road surfaces can be symbolised by a sign of camel humps. Great. Wonderful isn't it? But a crowd crowing is a clapping chaotic chapter chair brigade. And the interest levels of a queue and a polished but tarnished row of benches is merely apathetical and apathetical is quite pathetic and simply not formed from an array of alphabetically placed turbines. It is to remark that is remarkable but a mark on clothing needs to be erased so stand in a hail storm then. Good. Beetles bashing ball bushes bring baby Bollinger brilliant ballistic breaking bulls. How quite bionic! And the charge from a herd of ducks and minnows can be heard for many many miles. Ha the reached radius of a radish cake meets a pile of serviettes today. Ha the jus is jogging over the plates and bowls. Xxxxx physiological z z z z at forty three herons jiggling around a sun dial charm to twelve aerial prawn photographers playing pin striped positions. Z

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