Unpromising Poems

Shadows IV

The darkness settles in at 1400 and it is crying
It has deal with pain in a manner that is becoming burdensome
It is tired of all the disappoints and is still crying
Physical pain would be less burdensome

The connection of souls does not come to the lips
HOPE is lost and not in any universe
The constant disappointment has constantly from the soul taken sips
The possible love they had is only viewed as an unsuccessful verse

The constant and unpromising smiles
Have now become a sword thrusted into his heart
The pain has become constant Biles
The words and actions from your lips have failed to cause his heart to start

Once he falls asleep he’ll die
His heart is broken while you life goes bye.

Nobody's Life

Nobody's life can ever be complete without smiling
at everyone passing by, it's not something out of line;
I wouldn't live with people who can't be sharing:
say hello to someone and see that face really shine!

Miserable people live less, be a happy person anytime;
every heart can sing with human voice, if we let it sing with us:
how brighter our day would be, if we chased away all sadness:
that lonely lady seems hopeless, she misses sunshine!

Nobody's life can be thrown away, it's a gift from God;
who doesn't show a bit of compassion will not get none,
think of old age, how unpromising is tomorrow for some:
give up vanity and be generous, give away your gold!  

Go around your neighborhood and find the lonely ones,
hold their hand, it's the comfort they need to believe again;
brighten up their dreary days, they had enough tears and pain:
Martha lives next door, I stop by and we chat for hours! 

Nobody's life is worthless, if there's dignity and honesty;
that loud preacher on the pulpit has a profound ideology:
he's the humblest man alive who's committed to the Word,
listen to him, get rid of all anger and put down your sword!

The Bridge Above The Rivers Bend

Train bypassing just over the rivers bend
Sturdiest and unpromising of bridges, carry my feet along your lumber
Steal away the time I should be an honorable member of society
Keep me as your own and offer me company as you do the passing trains

Just before the sunrise do your wood beams greet the world, before those of the sun can
Eerily so do your shadows beautifully haunt weary folk in moonlight
But I stand unafraid and I walk along you, most enchanting bridge of pure delight

Outstretched arms and heightened ground consume my presence
Perhaps I will greet the river below, blow a cherished kiss
And dream of flowing with her as the fish flow by and by
Greeting all the places along the way I've yet to see
Scheming of making way to connecting streams and many the woodsy place

It is solely me now, guided under constellations and starlight
One with nature you could say, and so then I am not alone
I have met the river and jumped aboard, no more dreaming now
Souring like a bird through endless currents of this waterway's love

Sketching

SKETCHING
 taste
for
a revelation
present
or past
tradition
 tinged
with change

capture
the living
everywhere
in
a
masterly
style
of
an
unpromising
outlook

by intuition
ever
persist
be
encouraged
&
never
 remote
of
 the
ever
changing
 tastes

of
the
enigmatic
&
immune
in
a
  sphere
spinning
away
 from 
the
contrast
of
light
conceptualising
the
   moment
of
today


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
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Po

Pain

Pain in all in it’s existence the stretching at a aching heart. pain is darkness ,despair and unforgivable acts of betrayal. too young too smart ,wasted life in a glance wasted time, wasted moments ,selfishness and a loss soul after redemption becomes clarity knowing self worth and value of your soul. energy wasted with hearts unpromising by people you held in high regard knowing that tomorrow is never promised today living day by day as it’s last forgetting about the pain every day until no thought of the pain ever existed and once more your mornings become sunny. your day becomes peaceful, no longer being stuck caring about options of others but a brand new day, hope and many blessings to come

A Reckless Longing

The lady who serves counter
at the bodega knows my weakness for dry sherry,
a wordless gentleness between knowing smiles.
There is this connective tissue,
of an inappropriate and unpromising kind
that tentatively links to a reckless longing
not just for dry sherry,
but to a secret accomplice
who serves counter at the bodega.

Wine

The wine is working
Unpromising and slowly serving it’s purpose
It’s like to almost be keen
A desirable poison for better or worse

How much more will it take?
Forever amusing to never know
I can feel olden emotions newly awake
For that tomorrow to nevermore show

As I learn to love wine…
As I start to hate all else
No more is the measurement of life to find
Evermore is the growing embodiment of oneself

I can but will not control yet
The rise and fall of my self indulgence
I will but cannot yet make
The realities of dreamful moments

I am loving the toxic nature
If it’s harmful… I wouldn’t stop
I am my mind’s wining departure
Serving my life who I am not
……………………..

Genre: Self
Song: Farrucae

A Journey Taken Again

A journey taken again

Hello ,he dropped a message in my inbox
After a year's silence
He maintained flowing through eons of loneliness
He weaved a yarn with my tears and pain
Feelings he left behind
Going on his way
I picked on my palms
And they morphed to poems new
Forcing me to ramble against time
Where the empty boughs of damsel lane
Stared at my storm struck face
Golden clouds that once showered love
Turned ebon with onset of twilight's call
My dreams nest I saw 
Lying littered with twigs
Stuck to thorny bushes of realities
The depths of unpromising silence
Holding wishes unspoken
And then my heart started looking 
For that I had never known
A desire floats to hit against the wall
That seems familiar in the strange world
Just then the mute clock chimed
As basket of lost moments have forever withered 
To spread in thousand miles as flown away dandelion

17/01/2019

Hope

Hope

like an old sick-dying man
who
hopes to get well and return to strength
hope
like a pregnant woman 
whose
9 months is over but still no labor
hope
like a farmer 
who
has planted seeds in a dry-unpromising land
hope
like an unmarried-single woman
who
hopes for a wonderful wedding day
hope
for hope is indeed dope.

Drencho POET Loads

Love Without Hope

Love without hope, is a rose without fragrance
Random musical notes, that have no cadence
An extinguished candle, by an unpromising wind
Where the heart panhandles, to a disheartening whim



   by Daniel Turner

You Cross My Path

You cross my path 
With your sweet, cautious words
H e s i t a n t
Unpromising 
in every step 

But your smile leaves me 
breathless 
Your touch 
Whirlwinds me
Arrows my soul
Tears my heart open 


Will a new light ever get in?

Two Equals One

Dreams to yet know of
Future promises the unpromising future
Mystery never to solve
An image without camera to forever capture

Like you see yet see not
To have but never once to know
An idea without the thought
To love and never enfold

Like a dying soul with a living breath
Like an achievement without the applaud
Like stolen loots that be theft
Like the many lives for a one man’s war

Two for the equations of one
The dark and light to bring about lives
Blood bearing the symbols to fun
Reasons we learn to never question the whys

And deeper shall go unspoken of
Unpromising a future for a past to promise
The cure is to cause
Whence the image be forever captured

Message In a Bottle

I am hollow, I exist,
The train that no one missed - 
Or wanted to catch anyway.
I am here, I am alive,
Seeking any joy I can derive
From another unpromising day.
I stay and I remain,
Life in the slow lane
As time drives away,
A hit and run, don’t look back,
Keep your eyes to the tarmac
And hope and wish and pray
For better, always better,
A bottle holds a letter,
A message gone astray;
No one listens because no one hears,
The world folds in and disappears,
As you return to earth, to clay.

Feed Me, Free Me

Feed me, Free me.
Free my heart and body.
Unbind me from this phase of blues 
and unpromising associations.

Separate me from mornings of base 
talk and dusk of drunk peers.
Annihilate my tolerance for mediocre 
and bogus surroundings.

Feed my soul and thoughts.
Set me at the table of the wise and 
deep ones,
pump me with the will and vigour to 
relate.

Carry me to terrains where like minds 
dwell.

'I'm ready', i scream
'a little more time', he says..
I wait and yearn.

Awhile In Time...

I close my eyes for a while, just a while
And I see a familiar darkness I recognize
Astonishingly, comfort was found somehow
A tranquility I’m always in welcome to reprise

Images in random united within
Moving in with memories, moving out with tears
Whether the real world, or a dream to have been
Lived were all remembered and forgotten in years

Decidedly, a tune replayed in mind
A tune… for myself and a someone who knows
And as before, time has left me behind
Is there once a me, you remember to have enfold

Then, came future to foresee
Imaginable moments, unpromising and bleak
Either achievable or unavoidable to be
The unforeseen isn’t in justification to seek

And I open my eyes after that while
The other side of darkness I’m unable to recognize
Unfortunately, of comfort I’m aware of somehow
Yet, this instance I’m in regret to reprise

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