On the beach I did perchance,
espy a boy and pup performing a dance;
twerking right and left you see,
it filled me with oh, such glee.
A spectacle of pure delight,
there within the sun so bright.
A crab approached click-clacking claws,
creating a tune that gave me pause.
There within the shallow waves
a scene remaining one of my faves.
Cute bobbing, bouncing little bums
Gyrations in rhythm, as he hummed.
Amazed at this visual symmetry,
I contemplated childhood’s simplicity.
The wonder of those childhood years,
turned laughter into joyous tears.
1-16-2022
A STRAND (1053) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
synchronization, nature, ocean, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose
We, in principle, are made for each other,
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own
I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand
You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization
A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood
Categories:
synchronization, change, destiny, devotion, growth,
Form: Free verse
Well preserved footprints in time
The lake site where man unraveled
Spells empirical claims and publishing
Ousting the religious archaic outlook on self
That old tincture in the genetic mind
Woven through fabulous tales and ceremony
Still, creatures of the deep emerge suddenly
As lightning alters the hidden atmosphere
Earth beings are processed through arranged change
History's synchronization dawns for the uplifted
Sinking through the collective raw and mystique
Amphibious brains track the new logic
Alchemy of old returns with vengeance
To catapult through sardonic mist and fate
Categories:
synchronization, dedication, faith, old, old,
Form: Free verse