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by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love,

Across a Crowded Room

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;

Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.





by Brian Strand |
Categories: beauty,

MY BEST NA EVER perhaps

re post inspired by theme of Laura contest

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;

Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.

BRIAN STRAND
Note
syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush


by Brian Strand |
Categories: beauty,

A SYLLABIC FREE VERSE

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;

Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.

Note
syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush

by CL Creek |
Categories: christian,

The Devil's Wife

The Devil's wife
The Church of God is the bride of Christ
Therefor the false church is the bride of Satan
Are you the Devil's wife?

Answer the question
Yet your words mean nothing
Your actions prove the truth
Show your nature, God will judge

The Devil's wife
Crying for peace she kills her brothers
Declaring love she aborts her children
Deceit at its finest

I've met her;
She was friend at school
I reported to her at work
She goes to church every week

The Devil's wife
with her selfish drive
Her false zeal and concern
She has proven her vanity

There are but two choices
The bride of Christ
The bride of Satan
Where do you stand?

by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love, word play,

MY CHOICE a daryush

Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;

Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;

A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;

Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.



syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush