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Below are the all-time best Jcb Burl poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Unconquerable

midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by the brooks~ are barely there,
and those who survived have so many stories to tell.


still flowing- the Vito river
despite so many summer drought
still limpid on its march to the sea
whilst faded on its parched sands 
my whilom friends' footprints~ 
who ran so fast that time
until youth came elusive in their eyes

the placid breeze now echo 
nostalgic reminiscence
of a once warm abode...

oh, how time devoured the dainty dreams we built
how time entombed unspoken anguish 
on beloved ones' eternal repose...
how time like wind teased our midnight lamps
and yet we lived the night like day~
with so many songs to sing...
with so much love to share...
when taste of life was only sweet.

oh, how we passed the time away~
unmindful of its ticking...
unmindful where did it go

now, as I stand ~ 
in front of these forlorn tombstones
in my hands are stone tablets 
that bear the names of two people
who were once a slave of time;
in peace, they slumbered~
for they finally conquered, 
the unconquerable.

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Beside the Sea - POTD

Beside the sea I wait~
the dreamy dawn to shine
and paint horizon's hue
in tawny, taupe and teal
unveiling vivid view.

Beside the sea I wait~
the early birds in flight
arching like tiara 
making sky a painting 
of placid aurora.

Beside the sea I wait~
the whisper of the breeze
soaring as sunshine sings
her stellar symphony
reviving lost musings.

Beside the sea I wait~
the crashing of the waves
sparkling like sunlit snow
as they return to shore
my love will, too, I know.

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How the echo filters reality -POTW

charcoal grey horizon~
on the rusty cast iron bench 
my old self sits in pensive mood
beside the lake beneath December sky
the wayward wind as it teases my hair 
whispers melodies from long ago~
that breath echo in the air

the echo reverberates ~
weaving fragments into vivid voices
and symphonies of yesteryears 
my grandma's lullaby 
our high-school graduation song 
then tender laughters 
of children at play fill the air 
then comes the echo 
of my father's sobbing voice 
as he handed me to my groom
on that Saturday afternoon
whilst the organist played 
the  Wedding March by Mendelssohn 

as the echo fades 
and turns tenebrous twilight 
into enchanting ebony evening

I look around ~
the coffee shop behind me
inviting for another cup
whilst the coffee on my lap
gets colder and colder
yet not as cold as the winter chill
perching inside of me

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Ekphrasis on Cafe Terrace at Night - POTD

Stir my moonlight coffee
with your freshly dipped brush
in bright  yellow ochre ~
I will not complain.

Sprinkle pigments from 
from your pallets 
on my unflavoured coffee~
I will not complain.

Even when
your indigo eyes
spill Prussian blue 
to veil my night sky~
I will not complain.

Come sit with me
share this coloured coffee
on this  café terrace 
where unfinished canvases
lean on metaphoric walls,
where  unwritten poems
bathe beneath starry nights.

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Against the Light

Facing the silent sea,
he sits in silhouette
against the light
of the scarlet sunset.

In stillness
of stolen gazes,
at seagulls taking flight
he hums~
geriatric euphony.

His languid voice
soars like a delicate dandelion~
and finally finds me.


8 July 2020

1st place 
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(6),any form,any theme
Contest Judged:  7/8/2020 2:38:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand |

Poem of the Day
July 9, 2020

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A Self Portrait

Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?

Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind you
an arabesque of phantasmagorical
make-believe.

Behold, oh my beloved
the vortex of colours 
surrounding you
entwine a paradigm
of that starry night~
and as i look into its cosmic glow
I fall in love with you.


22 May 2022

A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
6th Place

Notes:
Like Rembrandt and Goya, Vincent van Gogh often used himself as a model; he produced over forty-three self-portraits, paintings or drawings in ten years. Like the old masters, he observed himself critically in a mirror. Painting oneself is not an innocuous act: it is a questioning which often leads to an identity crisis.
( Credits: Google Arts and Culture)

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Ordinary

he said, "I am an ordinary stone" ~
in one nocturnal rendezvous 
and vanished in sky's tenebrosity
before her hands could reach
to embrace him ~

a gentle gypsy wind
dulcified her dolesome heart
and set her to slumber

a shooting star arrowed 
in elegiac ebony evening~
and as she opened her eyes
she found a stone that dazzled
midst the darkest night behind her


10 May 2022


A Brian Srrand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest 
8th Place

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First Dance Footle

first dance
deep trance

love young
just sprung

controlled 
untold

one day
in May

from sir
fresh fleur


9 February 2022

A Strand ( 1068) Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place

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Quatrain Trial

You came like rain I waited since twilight;
How would I deeply say with tenderness?
the way you filled my life with cool delight,
Like a touch of raindrops in the wilderness.

You gaze like ivory clouds at noontime;
How would I deeply say with so much glee?
the way you touch my heart with love sublime,
like a kiss of cloud's silhouette in me.

You smile like crescent moon in summer nights,
How would I deeply say with hopeful heart?
the way you soothe my soul in soaring heights 
like a soft moonglow that shall not depart.

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Your Eyes

After all the passing years
when your skin sagged
and your hair turned to gray
I noticed something 
that didn't change 
despite the long journey.

Your eyes,
your eyes...
still as deep as the ocean;
still as bright as the starlight
and yes,
still mine,
and mine 
alone.

                                    


1st PLACE 
BRIAN'S CHOICE W, any form, any theme Poetry Contest  
5/25/2020 2:28:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand