All was well with heaven. Peace flowed like crystal water streams.
Cries from the earth filled the ears of the Holy Trinity
Love for the humans flooded in them as they heard their screams.
The Son consented to come down, waiving his divinity.
Mary said, Amen. Joseph accepted the divine call.
The time of long waiting of souls seemed to come to an end.
At a night when the earth experienced heavy snowfall
The moon and stars witnessed liberation slowly descend.
Troubling no one, like a silent comrade, he came and dwelt
Between the tired spouses, who travelled long, seeking the Lord
The nations heard angel choirs and, in adoration, knelt.
Blessed by his birth, birds and beasts too sang in one accord.
This world will strike, he knew, mock, and, at the end, crucify.
Fulfilling his goal, shouldn't he, yet, ascend to the sky?
standing in the rain again
in the rain again I stand,
next to the Finnish truck driver waiving with a wet newspaper
or maybe it's a card deck, hand looks like a duck's beak
from the radio "Satumaa" sounds like fruits falling from trees
rolling down on the patio to find a man and woman circling each other's bulb like bodies
and everyone has forgotten why it rains
we are surrounded by tango and dresses and unsteady hands on knee caps, nails tapping on guilt and minds too hazy to recall what a promise feels like
drops keep running down my neck
I long for a glass of whatever to lean my finger and thoughts against
Reijo Taipale will not be leaving the radio anywhere soon, and someone says "we are in a movie, feels like it, right? this is too real to be anything but"
no birds are singing anymore
wax like birches are standing heavy and empty against the quiet lake
where all the horses sometimes used to swim
the wooden boards will squeak when I leave.
Shut in this place
In close, closer, the walls move
Waning light as darkness grows
Ebbing joy and mounting woes
Claustrophobia erecting and waiving its sullen hand
Continually the mercury drops
This place is getting colder
A prisoner locked in a cell
The weary heart longs to bail
Out
Precatory eyes long to see outside
Outside of this place
Away from the cold, dark, moldy dampness
Nigh to warmth, radiance, and light
Out
Out of this place
You blankly stated,
On which I write my thoughts
Some of them are strong and bold
While others are soft and polite.
You are my canvas,
Landing tall at ten fleeting doves
I splash colored oiled pigments
Here and there and down our halls
You can see it down on our walls.
The brush strokes it on through,
The pigmented oils of
The hair hues of blue
They've painted.
Hair waiving through line after line.
With shade after shade
As if the ink was there.
"Dreams do this, Catcher"
mystery in the heart
misleads the kiss
the kiss bleeds
like a somersault
backwards
into the comfort
of the dream
we find hidden notes
written in the music
we miss the heart’s
true translation
we turn the page
we get down
on our knees
too late the prayers
are taken in the plate
alms waiving
backstop
out of the park
the soft fall
shot hard
left field
right field
catcher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
For they come here for me tonight.
With waiving arms and ghostly cries.
With fists locked and seething eyes.
Around my tomb they do despise.
For they come here for me tonight.
With all their lies and all their spite.
They bring their blame and deliver it to my door.
From as a child forevermore.
For they come here for me tonight.
As I feel my pain transfer to the light.
They curse and swear and wish me hell.
They pour their scorn, their malice, their hate into my well.
For they come here for me tonight.
With golden wings on which we take flight.
With smiles and peaceful caring eyes.
I leave them behind in their mad, sad world of lies.
Inside, rage sufficiently evolves and simmers
It sprawls systematically, abrading my dinkum mind,
The eager embers are zealously veeled by Satan
Until his fierce rage and evil seep into my veins
My mind and thinking are comatose
A fierce ache for blood has me quite oblivious
As yet, I'm on the verge of yielding to the blaze
By the dazzling haze, a radiant voice screams
Let promptly withdraw of umbrages
Afterward, you shall hoist the flaming mantle
My stern eyes are bared by the keen timbre
When I've excused, shout whip, and escape
Forgiveness arises the way to waiving the past
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 21, 2022
A Brian Strand 1093 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Eye contact that releases “Sweet Hello”
And as many times “Sweeter Cheerio”,
Budding love sung with optical stereo
The kick started by A Romeo.
Eye Contact that says “Nice to Know you”
Though I’ve yet to be told “who”
Wires of love spark in her eyes,
Speedy request for his names wise
A longing to have her number
His first call to be sure a Bomber!
Eye contact praying for the others E-mail
And this goal achieving without fail
Plus the Spellbinder's residential address
One’s first visit in adorable dress.
But suggest I won’t eye contact
By Adam and Eve disdaining Tact;
Mine happened to have been a rushed pact
That Lord God and Christ lacked…
To soon a relationship enter
With libido at its center;
A love affair start having,
With a precious lot waiving…
Chiefly, knickers, dropping on the floor
Just beside a hurriedly slammed door!
Now springtime going on of the wrinkled forehead
Has been rubbed out the lucky lines of scientific vest
Soaring eagles flying away high and falcons eyes in dirge chorus
Drowning the risen sun in the sprouting hungry necropolis
No rainy tears in the warmest weather cheering to sun
Dancing waists waiving in the salty foods of eyes
Embroidered feathers of peacocks in ravens wings
White crows in the shrouds of wayward trapped earth
12.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.
Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.
Now a martyr for their cause
They’ll build him up like Santa Claus,
With waiving arms and raucous shouts
The world will see they’re no boy scouts.
My daring deeds on show once more,
They surely number by the score,
A man of steel and firm resolve,
Heaven sent to problems solve.
Yet the Media still won’t say
How great my feats are every-day,
A bunch of losers, leftie goons,
Their brains the size of shriveled prunes.
They’re now all worried by the path
Iran will take to show its wrath,
Bring it on and stand aside,
While I help our missiles glide.
If my message isn’t clear
To those that neither hear nor fear,
Mess with us and watch the show
As we make your backyard glow.
Sea shells nestle a virgin shoreline
Caress dreams in luminous strands
Cuddle starfish and foamy desire
Of togetherness in silent breeze
Footprints take on illustrious shape
Stepping stones on two journeys
Wedded in tomorrow's drift sands
Waiving and weaving the path
A flock of seagulls mock gravity
Rise from the ocean and laugh at
Heavy sorrows and grave storms
One step at a time earthlings move
Draw hearts into muddy waters
Scribe promises and adventures
Watch the light house keeper
Guide a fire into the rising moon
28th December 2019
Starting early in hope,
Holding firm the rope,
Who knows if I can cope,
Am a seed sown in love.
Midlife my story changed,
Life’s uncanny tricks brought a cage,
With little hope to keep up with fate,
A twist of hope, with no reason to live
Like a journey through the desert sand,
Dancing to a lifeless band,
Waiving to a cheerless crowd,
Passion only kept me going
I have heard the taste of honey,
Smelled the passion of life,
Starting through the ladder,
My story is a tale of grace
Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks
Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring
Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling
Silly clowns riding tricycles
Fierce animals and lion tamers
Elephants waiving their disclaimers
Cotton candy and merry-go-round
Trapeze acrobats dangling high in the air
Walking the tightrope without a care
No matter how it seems appearances can deceive
Though life is but a circus with its fireworks and flames
Behind the scenes might not always be fun and games
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 5 , 2019 for contest AS EASY AS ABB sponsored by NINA PARMENTER
THE KIND HEARTED VAMPIRE
A vampire once pledged to abstain
From his normal beverage in vein
Virgins’ white necks full waiving
He sated his craving
Gathering taxes, although less humane
He worked hard and his skill he refined
But his conscience troubled his mind
So returned to the virgins
Didn’t need too much urgin
On the whole it was not so unkind
[Female prize]
Collector
Is it wrong to be curious
Waiving scarlet badges as sleuths
When seeking universal truths
Dangling notions precarious
Willing to eviscerate all
Nimbly tantalize or extoll
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Distorted enough to inflex
Then twirl in a blurry vortex
Dubious if not oblivious
Seeking truths and taking the plunge
Finding distortions to expunge
Two cents short of being delirious
Bubbling falsehoods bewilder
Bundled lies for the coroner
Is it wrong to be curious
Dangling notions precarious
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Dubious if not oblivious
Two cents short of being delirious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 18, 2020 for contest CONSTANZA sponsored by JOSEPH MAY
and June 17, 2018 for contest EIGHT-WORD CHALLENGE-7 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
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