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Brian Strand Poem
I lay within a drawer so long
Loneliness was my heart's song
My diamonds never saw the light of day
Since granma's death,I'd been that way
Her grandson went a'courting strong
Maybe my exile now,will not last long
He brought home his bride-to-be
Glowing with pride,for his parents ,to see
He slipped me on her left hand,
They planned a wedding,oh so grand
That special day soon came around
A gold band nearby, I suddenly found
For many years we would not part
Such friendship heals the lonely heart
A day then arrived,of which I live in dread
Returned to a drawer,by a bed.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
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Highs
and lows,
come & go,
the tide ebbs ,then
flows
to
cover
yesterday's
footprints on the
shore-
now
no more,
the shadows
of forgotten
flaws,
gone,
self-doubt
left to die-
hope unleashed,flies
high
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.
Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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Brian Strand Poem
As
sick as
a parrot
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Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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Reaching
for the stars
giganteum
ambassadors of a
lost age
Sequoia-The great ones..Inspired by Steinbeck's observation on growing up in CA
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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warmth from His presence
thaws the coldest heart of stone-
winter becomes spring
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the light breeze
cooled the morning sun
daytrip Venice
had begun
vantage views
from a vaporetto
inch-by-inch
the skyline began to grow
St Marks cameinto view
etched on a sky so blue
tourist scrambled
from the boat
sensory feelings inside emote
ambling along piazzas wide
campanile renaissance
a city's pride
byzantine palaces bridge of sighs
facias painted
in pastel dyes
gothic churches candles ablaze
carvings to draw the gaze
depicted ceilings vivant tableau
golden bedecked reredos
pizza italiano barolo red wine
relax chat then dine
'neath parasoled
courtyard shade
as gondaliers anchor
to quayside arcade
homward along canal grande
below balconies
overhanging sun-tanned
houses emulsioned terracotta bold
kaleidoscopic memories
made manifold
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2021
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Are you who you are
or just a wanna be
Are you who you are
unable to fly free
Are you who you are
living just in today
Are you who you are
or merely who you say
Are you who you are
who lets inner talents live
Are you who you are
with so much love to give
Are you who you are
for He is who He is
I am,who I am
With Him,you surely can
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Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
Dusted my shoes in the morning light;
Brushing gorse,crusted yellow
Over the stream with weeping willow;
Into the wood of rush patterned lace
Across a meadow at a slower pace;
Along the cowslip filled track
Under clouds,edged blue-black;
A storm erupted on the scene
Shadowing the pastures a pastel green.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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