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Highwave Brian Poem
You bring me back,
back to you
gently moving me,
opening the eyes of my heart.
And when I look, look away
to focus on this twisted world
you bring me back, gently back
opening the eyes of my heart,
when I look away.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2015
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Highwave Brian Poem
Oh streaking man on epic sea;
bold waterman stoked up on fear,
your blue room wall calm lunacy,
oh streaking man on epic sea.
In magic, bound up ecstasy,
your arching nemisis comes near,
oh streaking man on epic sea;
bold waterman stoked up on fear.
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Highwave Brian Poem
Lines of youth on forsaken beach,
waiting forlorn for an unseen saviour.
Jagged metal machines of war lying lifeless,
once proudly ridden beyond the sea.
Billows roll where bodies now loll,
turning over in crimson foam.
The living watch, all eyes upturned
where riveted winged eagles clash.
Brave lads they all though terrified,
stood somber mid the bombs fall,
and yearned for Dorset Coast
whence came an unlikely fleet.
Remember them, you lads today,
forget nought they fought again.
They once young as you,
those lines upon the beach.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2017
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Highwave Brian Poem
One month in May, I journeyed far,
winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
to land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
live city where studied Renoir.
A taxi to a ville by car,
this ville oh Vesinet not far,
walked round the ibis lake to loll,
one month in May.
Then back to gates of iron bar,
round homes of which it seems there are,
the old grey ghosts of France in all.
They walk baguettes down lonely hall,
the men in black, women in shawl,
one month in May.
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Highwave Brian Poem
Oh,
hello sir or ma'am
I almost did'nt see you laying there,
you took me by surprise, the fanfare of lights, blue and red,
as if passing thru prisms in the night,
all drew my view to you.
My eyes fix on you, so still in a stark cover of white, a stark shape in the night.
Then it strikes me sudden, a solemn thought that stops all others.
I know you are here, but not here, not WITH me.
Are you one of many this night, one of many sorrows in the light?
Your message is clear to all who meet you,
you whisper without words like the wind that blows a scent from afar,
the scent of pending storm, a message that speaks....
“you woke like me with thoughts and fears, like me you laid your plans, perhaps you laughed or cried, the clock ticks for you as it did for me,
only mine ran out tonight.”
Your whisper shouts like a herald, ponder me, ponder me this night
for in due season, your clock too will run out.
Then I hear your whisper, softer this time fading into silence…
count your days,
count your days.
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Highwave Brian Poem
I know of a gentle young lady,
who told of a mystery,
that's ancient and bold, a myth of old,
so curious to people like me.
This amiable lass,
a woman of class,
and violet hair to boot,
laid eyes on me,
my naked belly,
and proclaimed with exuberant fact,
"Did you know you've a deep belly-button,
a cavern as deep as the sea?"
and then she said,
straight from her head,
something I couldn't conceive.
People like me,
with this bantam innie,
are deep creatures emotion-ally.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2018
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Highwave Brian Poem
I hold my baby in my arms
and look upon his face,
why have I, no reason why,
been showered with such grace.
This precious life, sleeping now,
deep peace and oh so still,
just watching him I'm filled so full,
my love for him so real.
It's then I break and softly weep,
suprising me, a man's man,
but even while it slowly flows
I'm thankful that I can.
Because you see, this precious child,
the last of this man's eight,
was cut from mother's womb one day,
in unplanned twist of fate.
Mom and babe so near had died
and left me lone with brood,
but grace instead was given me
and lifted dark laid mood!
So there it is, perhaps you see
why tears drip down my face.
For why have I, no reason why,
been showered with such grace.
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Highwave Brian Poem
Crashing tumult in the sea
waves thrash violently,
some days though, not like this
no, but quiet calm, like soft caress.
Just like life it seems to be
like a sea, like you and me,
sometimes jumbled, loud, and fearful
then like a lullaby -- resting, blissful.
Despair not, though come sea tempest winds,
weather it strong, don't give in,
wait, pray and work it through-
for if you do, as it depends on thee
you did your best, sleep peacefully.
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Highwave Brian Poem
I walk to the edge of liquid space
on infinite grains of white
green glass coolness takes me
and makes me work, it's not for free
I glide my way to beyond the edge of chaos
to find my waiting place
waiting to ride what He has made
His world touches my face, and I ponder
for this creation to point to Him
He shows such love for me
He brings its force so constantly and lets
me play my way
gently carried on such power
it's all bridled by his hand,
and me so small, so infinitely small
He made this place, this liquid space
but lets me play this day
I glide my way to my place,
again.
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Highwave Brian Poem
Not by command, not gathered
nor rising from things external,
it wells within by strength of heart
forsaking that which steals it
Stronger still it will mature as
fruit ripens upon the tree,
like Spring after Winter when vibrant color comes
in fullness life it brings
No matter my trouble and grief I bear
by choice it blooms in me,
yea, a gift it's true, it heals my soul
and shields me from the thief
Oh, but how I see it does not yet define me
and so far I have to go,
my hearts desire, my jaw set firm,
by choice it blooms, you see.
Copyright © Highwave Brian | Year Posted 2015
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