The things I observes,
Become the observer and the observed
They become part of my personality
To the eyes of others,
I become the subject and the object
To them comes the subjective or the objective view
And as I see them too,
Any judgement comes from me I demote or promote.
The signals get scattered in our scurried days
The constant grind trapping us in a daze
So we sit and copy and paste the weeks
Unsure of what it is that we seek
Even if we are unaware of its purpose
Hope is bubbling up under the surface
Luckily it won’t remain hidden forever
We just need to pull on the right lever
Allowing our eyes to pick up the clues
To see what has always been true
That the transformation is already underway
Molding our mess into a masterpiece each and every day
While the grind will never go away
Let's remember that we have a say
In how we frame our life's picture
Embracing the messiness may make things richer
Amidst some ashen memory distilled,
Unfolded all the flowering prose of eye;
Beneath the idea of the weighted song,
Sat still the meditative poet, I.
You knew me in your quiet hours
Long befriended neath a cloak of lust;
A mouse amidst the scent of wilted flowers,
Touched and torched and writhing in the dust.
We did embrace the noble thought,
We did dare contemplate the mortal;
Did compare, complain, for naught
While viewing out the portal.
And of the hunger and the shame
Between the pain and laughter,
Sought together life to tame,
And brace ourselves for after.
Nothing known of consequence or face;
Compassion of a child, we were blind.
We linked our thought to Holiness and Grace
And stepped forth unbeguiled, our God to find.
Like hard, dry toast, with no aroma,
Poetry minus heart and soul, puts me in
an endless coma!
My brain short circuits, the longer the poem!
I get a poetic seizure and my mind
is lost and endlessly roams.
Then come the poets, who are would-be
philosophers!
As fascinating, and exciting as wooden bean
counters.
Finally, those poets, who think the divine
Thesaurus, makes a poem a dream?
I sit here, in agonizing tears and do a
howling scream!
11/12/2024
mysterious
auras of intrigue
of
profound spatial
coherence
with
intriguing
themes
in
contemplative
atmospheres
of the light
perplexing enigmas
of
allegoric
symbols
&
hidden meanings
interwoven
in
undisclosed truths
hint
at
an ability
to infuse
with fascination
of the
unsaid
I hope that from June
To December our lives would
Change for the better.
Vast world is my love
Best flash for chick is applause
Freedom is for dove.
From guy's perspective
Proposal is such a heart thing
Girl's feel expensive.
VIEWPOINT
Some poets see life in concepts, metaphor and feelings
Others in cold facts and a sharp monochrome reality
Yet there is a welcome for both in communications
The scripture says,"
They will hate you because
you are not like them"
Someone can think about
different colours or tribes
While it is not like that.
If you are a white ( or black, yellow, brown, ) preacher
Speaking the truth about wrongdoers
Many people will hate you
for speaking the truth.
Example: there is no
heaven for sinners.
Which is truth,
But many people who
still in wrongdoings
will take it as a provocation
While you try to help them
to quit wrong things.
For doing that ,
Know that you love majority folks
more than how they love you.
Imagine a white preacher standing to condemn racism where racists dominated.
Only God will help him" her" to come out alive
In that precarious zone.
Think about a black preacher standing to condemn tribalism where tribalism people dominated.
Only God will help him" her" to come out alive
In that hazardous neighborhood.
Jesus Christ was true in front of pharisees
and scribes but they decided to detest
Him because of their secret agendas.
It is like a true christian preaching some
people of other beliefs.
July 7th /2023
A wobble waiting in the shed
A joke cracked by Victorian comedians
A test of youthful instability
A trial by tarmac
An unyielding seat with changing views
A wetter way of travelling through rain
A soundless nemesis for pensioners
A tin-tack gathering machine
A complexity in ambulation
A tool used by the mad or desperate
A ticking mockery of balance
A frame for shaming the unfit
A creaking snail on hills
A public declaration of pretence or poverty
An undignified arrival and
A bait for thieves
VIEWPOINT
acquired
discovered
&
conceived
so personalised
alongside
an
edge
a layer
& the flavour
& the
character
of
destiny
of the
fragile
&vulnerable
to bear
in mind
identified
the
inconclusive
displayed
alongside
the luminous
so
recently
discovered
an
emphasis
on the
novel
niche
&otherwise
familiar
the
ultra-contemporary
a showcase
emerging
as a
restorative
to
overwhelm
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
To hold a liberal viewpoint is a good thing
For we liberals believe in our inalienable rights,
Rights to “the pursuit of happiness” we bring.
Freedom with responsibility, a good feeling,
Opportunity with civility is worthy of its fights
To hold a liberal viewpoint is a good thing.
For America, her flag, her anthem we sing
Proudly supporting her fundamental might,
Rights to “the pursuit of happiness” we bring.
We will not buckle to an insurrectionist wing,
In our belief in liberty for all, we delight,
To hold a liberal viewpoint is a good thing.
When our government is threatened, we sting
And for our freedom of speech, we will fight
Rights to “the pursuit of happiness” we bring.
Our commitments are more than a passing fling
We keep our proven institutional values in sight,
To hold a liberal viewpoint is a good thing
Rights to “the pursuit of happiness” we bring.
Written July 12, 2022
Don’t live your life with skin that’s thin.
Never be sorry, never give in.
Never apologize, never explain.
Never surrender to meanings not plain.
Never forgive, never forget
Never be soft, never regret
Always defend what you know is true
Against others who haven’t a clue.
Arguments based on empathy,
Are spineless, and lack honesty
Though stated with intensity.
They're nonsense, not reality.
Soul, wait out this viewpoint.
What nights, above grave
And piercing it
With stars' radiance
As deep entrance;
Strikes for its saving trust
Through a death-mist is
Angel-revealed.
Whose heavenly eyes
Are calmly wise.
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