"bannered" poems
Black blueberries buttoned by *****
Black blueberries buttoned by *****
This wasn't yours to loose
Nothing was yours to loose
Black blueberries backed by bench men
Bench men that sit on side lines
Thinking
When will the golden moment be
To break through; proving themselves
Worthy of the benched boxes they be in
Everyday
Because
They believe in benevolence
Black blueberries busting through my *****
Black blueberries busting through my *****
Better than bullets
Better than bullets
Better than bombs and turrets
Better than ballistic knifes and skillets
And arsenals of ignorance bettered with bills
Bills I pay to ensure my life is ready to die
Is it a matter of our collective thoughts?
Those black blueberries are buried
And not because I am becoming a black blueberry I say this
But because life begins with black blueberries
Who all turn into nothing but pale *****
All conformed
Not to natural laws
But to the cognitive bacterial infection
Called education
Turning us to blue blueberries
Blue blueberries
And grand building bannered with ********
Black blueberries are bored
Black blueberries are right
Black blueberries are always right…
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.
The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.
A face I know is beautiful--
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.
2.1k
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First & Foremost
~~~
a friendly competition,
not of erudition,
more a contest of
speedy eruption
*who will be first,
for quenching their thirst,
on not any but only
every,
day of their togetherness,
to declare, swear, affirm,
that their love for the other
is the greater*
a race
where both win,
by crossing the
ever-moving forward,
the unfinished line
a never static series,
much more than merely being
a claimant of a trite first place,
more akin
to momentarily being
at the head of an unending
mathematical
progression,
(1 + 1 > 2)
solvable if and when
leap frogging
over each other,
extending their combined reach
*when one is
first
to pronounce
this daily blessing
at the
beginning of the
new awakening twenty four,
of their joint custodied
imprimatur,
silently implied,
I love you
with a simple syrup summary*
first and foremost
one, if by pillowed whisper
two, if by text
*a succint messag to the other,
their love is coming fresh direct,
with an invading intensio,
deserving recognition
that a new edition will be
published
on this very day,
with the
same exact
freshly steaming coffee'd,
bannered headline,
that my love for you,
my darling sweetheart is*
first and foremost
condensing with a
yellowing smiley face,
in these illiterate days of emoticons,
unacceptable,
yellow carded,
though summarizing acceptable as
**F & F
or
1st/most**
formats
that have been adjudged
to be
an A-Ok entry,
in the contest
without a foreseeable ending
and
*that no one,
but only both,
can possess
the winning record*
~~~
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Dominating democracy
The current debonair
Popular rule world over
Parties playfully bannered
Need to be well mannered
Dreamed deemed democracy
Of the people, for the people
Cozy easy essence of electoral pulpit
An elusive mirage of political outfit
Exciting polls parlour
Power crazy parties
Seat savvy leaders
Alluring elections
Festoon of manifesto
Tuned and tutored motto
Voters’ votes wide divide
Soapy sops sweep success
Massive mandate despise
Despite passive poll
Empower modern emperor
His rising raging entourage
Poles apart; ex-party departs
Next party takes part
Polls uphold democracy
Parties unfold idiosyncrasy
Polls are tools of power pools
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Lets glorify our sickness
Lets shout it loud and proudly
face down on our wrongs blindly
Wave flags of bannered shroud
Lets pacify our flaws
erase them each and all
the guise of law inconspicuous
with views of bathrooms and walls
A dictatorships edict
a fanatical revel
those who do not fall in line
are threatened fires of hell
Let us voice the few
and bicker among the many
degrade those of need
and elate those who have plenty
Lets celebrate how we are free
by mimicking celebrities
Wasting away behind our screens
merrily flashing and screaming
repeat after me. .
repeat after me. .
repeat after me.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
I took my love to Talby Faire
And there, the world seemed right
To cut the chill that knit the air
She clothed herself in white
Her gown, appearing linen
A silken symphony to touch
Although the night was bleeding out
In us there was no rush
My jacket was a tattered swatch
Some dead man's wife's donation
Acquired many years ago
When I was not so cold and thin
Her perfume made a different muse
At the neck and at the wrist-
I'm sorry but I'd rather there be rope
On both, with scent betwixt
And as the night, that pale blue mage
Worked magic over Talby Strait
I wandered toward the bannered stage
The bone white moon had made
And on the wood, three skeletons
All gentlemen, prepared,
Took to the task of violins
And music made they there
And in that din I lost her-
She's a stranger now to me
I'm left to bow my violin
And wail to Talby's eaves
I took my love to Talby Faire
We hardly knew each other then-
Strange music that the moon allowed
Has made us strangers once again
- Brian Bigley
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
While I try to get myself out of bed
she glistens in the distance
rubbing it in, hues of pink and gold
bannered across the midriff
of her soaring buildings
reminding me of her flawlessness
and another day sold
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 6:20 PM UTC
*it hits too close to home
topples your comfort zone
intimate diatribes are all but gone
whatever your choice, you voice--
truth declared with poetic poise
bannered in bright coloured noise*
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
When will you stop
Hiding in the bushes,
Of bannered hourglass
And deal breaker muses,
Of mysterious voyages
And undecoded patterns,
Drenched in your lips
Coated with wine;
Guarded in sublime.
When will you etch
Your lone marches,
Upbeat through spectrum
Of your impulse purchase;
Of the things you dream for
And the extravagant churches,
Of your complaints and pains,
Of your rigid achievements.
It's all mysteries
And twisted verses;
Of all the missed mid weeks
Of all the inside curses;
At the cohesiveness of stories
With all the vague bars
We are at the same range
Fighting different wars.
When will be the endings,
Of should be happy endings;
Of all the struggles and fake friends;
Lurking in your future wedding.
When is the moment,
The blooming of the fields
Your mornings and my night wields
Raising our shields
Improving our builds
With all these crates
We suppose to create
Is it too late
Or is worth the wait
For time's sake
Will you flake?
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC