Brian Poems - Poems about Brian

Imagist poet Prolific blogger Father of footles Contest creator Emagi guru Aural art form ‘As is moment’ “ichthyschiro” YouTube poet For he’s a most jolly good fellow So say all of Us...Read the rest...

ice-encased tree limbs glisten in dawn’s stillness . . . a lone fawn wanders...Read the rest...

There was a self pinky swear that I couldn't forget, "Enough of looking for a boyfriend after my 30th." And that pinky swear has been obeyed, Though I always seek for someone to be with. Relationships went wrong,...Read the rest...

thinking of Christmas we trudge through deep forest snow . . . pine needles trailing...Read the rest...

For Brian Blankenship, a heart worth remembering Stronger than I could imagine being, Reminding me that love isn’t always agreeing – But it is fiercer than a roaring lion, Just like this man we all called Brian His light fell...Read the rest...

the sky glows in pastel pink as the wind whispers~ a song for Brian...Read the rest...

zephyr breezes by as I lounge in my garden with eyelids heavy...Read the rest...

Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues, To hide behind, as we once did. This day is dark, and gray and dreary, Air thick with the scent of decay and mold, Dull light filters in through...Read the rest...

Look at Brian the badger Slinking through the grass Sleeping Susan rabbit Doesn't see him pass. Hunting for his breakfast Every single night Brian's not very fussy He...Read the rest...

R recently, power outages takes us BACK - ward E ven reading & commenting here is rare A naya & Harry Horsman, Brian Sambourne, Lisa D Do remind me how comments feed poets' souls P.S. This is a thank you...Read the rest...

I shoulda seen it comin’ my way - The Judgment Day Bears the brunt of judging as gold Rakes piles of entries, old and new Insists - "completely up to you" As long as you do as...Read the rest...

I stole an hour from work Drove a few blocks from our downtown office To a cemetery And there In my preferred shady spot to park Where I typically meditate With all four windows wide open Gulping the afternoon autumn wind Shaving my...Read the rest...

I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand. I just want to write a poem. I'm done with instructions. I'm done with obedience. I'm done with the topsy. Just give me the turvy. Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time. I'm done...Read the rest...

Mr. Brian You stun Mr. strand You stand you judge never misjudge your poems are gems My rhymes at times are lame and shame you chime all time at whom my boom Aroze with rose words flow it's no done correct you select you read indeed too much no catch always stoic no trick will miss your bliss. Written: August 27, 2021 FOOTLE FINALE Poetry...Read the rest...

What will we do with the poems we’ve written pampered and teased like a fluff ball fur kitten ironed them out to conform to a form a mystical mystery outside of the norm? Where will we go for a...Read the rest...