In the cathedral behind the eyes
Light up fireworks
Let shine the most brilliant gems
Let cryogenic fire blaze the neurons
Organic lightning crack its firmament and
Silver line the clouds with a personal sun
Conjure heavenly hosts with blue sparkling
Dove’s wings
Enthrone upon the throne the merlin of light
Then the dark dominions that grow moldy upon the gray matter
Slink then burst to nothing before the relentless inner blue sky
Only then the night’s allowed to rest the organism
Happily gazing at the ocean of stars.
Hello
I am a canary in a cage
Imprisoned by her
Steel bars of commitment
Threatened my hollow bones
I don’t mind
How else can I find
Bird seed this good
She puts me on the sill
Where I have the most breathtaking view
The breeze caresses my feathers
Just like her soothing words
If she lets me fly away
I’ll find no place like this
I am content.
Nothing can be as powerful
As an Idea whose time has come
Hugo adeptly foresaw
So it is from subjugation of the landmass
That an concept had become a juggernaut
Freedom to sing, to vote, to be libelous
All in a lawyer’s day’s work
That men would clash and lifeless bodies decorate
The field coloured with blue and red uniforms
So that the whole wide world would witness
How red, white, and blue it is to be free
Free to raise your children as parents unchained
Free to speak without the stake being filled with tinder and brushwood
Free to dress without the Scarlet Letter stitched to the bosom
Free to chose a Black president for the sake of change
Free to comment on a blog post or just ignore it altogether
Hail to the men incarcerated by death so that the children would grow not as slaves.
Look at this
A pile of colorful squares
I took off the orange top
The second is halved into
Red and green
Joined with metallic blue threads
That stretched as I took it apart
The third layer has gold and black
Connected with neon pink soft wire
the last a whole violet square
Shiny in luster
I lay them beside each other on a white table
I put them back together
It is only then that I understood
This pile of squares.
Lotion
The white cool fluid
Promised a rose garden
And delivered
Smelling fragrance tender
I lather it on my parched face
Roughened by worry flowing
Through my veins
Feeling my fingers caress me
Smoothly silkily
Now my skin’s like a baby’s
Glowing with borrowed youth
Putting worry
Aside for a while
And glorying in looking
At my hydrated face.
Open up this ink bottle
Let it spill on the paper
See how the black becomes tendrils
Vine reaching out to the wind
To pen nutrition to the harvester
Sweet connection in seedless swallows.
Throw the stopper
Damn it to the incinerator
For impeding the flow
Of sweet red wine
Delaying seduction
Intoxicating
The fertilization of bored minds.
The month of hearts is still a far way off but having heard this instant hit from the American Idol winner, I can’t help but fall in love again, remember those sweet times when our romance was new, although I don’t want to limit the feeling that this song evokes to only relationships of the heart, but to feel a deeper bond also with friends, siblings, and of course, sons and daughters.
Sticky
My gaze flows over you like full cream milk
Lathering you with sweetness of lactose
Touching your hair gives me a feeling of silk
Loving you as your nutrition overflows
You in my arms forgotten others’ ilk
Making music and our time slows.
Rapturous togetherness and loneliness banished almost forever.
Peoplepoemage: This is a little poetic ditty about one of my acquaintances, who has appalled me with his constant womanizing despite the fact he has a commitment with a long-time girlfriend.
Wanting Every One Except My Girlfriend
Waiting in the wings
Snorting like a horse in a desolate stall
A chick in a nest waiting for the worm
Pining away like Echo
While the mayordomo
Rides all the mares
Caresses their pelt
While the cat on the porch
Has no one her to stroke
Soon the fount will dry
And no bastard will be even
Conceived
A desert is born
The Kalahari of his heart.
Found Poetry: Kiss Me
“Kiss Me/Sixpence None the Richer”
Kiss me
Out of the bearded barley
Nightly
Beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing
Swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me
Down by the broken tree house
Swing me
Upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring
Bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map
Oh, kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me
So kiss me
So kiss me
So kiss me
This playful and truly optimistic song which evokes cheerful images of evening advent for me seem conveys the mystery behind a kiss, the mystery it recreates, and the bliss that is revitalized between two committers the same way the evening falling renews every tired muscle and stressed out mind after a gruelling day. Indeed, one’s first kiss or a kiss from a loved one, expected and then turning to the unexpected, can strike up a band and make fireflies dance and silver moon sparkling.
My eyebrows are angel’s wings
Rising in wonder of you speaking
Powered by the joggings of your ramblings
Lightening you my bushy bling bling.
Dark deep beckons as my nose flares
Taking in the air rich with your cares
For my reactions tasty medium rares
Just behind is your circus lion’s lair.
Eyes widen at your pearly essence
Blue agates scintillate in your presence
Sense your invisible being solid incense
Poor disguises for my indifference pretense.
Finally it’s my lips turn to fly
To the ray streaked dawn sky
Come crashing down from on high
To yours whence the unspoken cry.
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Friendship for the Uninitiated
If I belong to you and you not to me
I am just a nag you spur on bloody
Frothing and heaving I collapse on the muddy way
Which you leave behind on a stormy day.
If you belong to me and I not to you
Then you’re no more than a slave someone threw
At my feet to do as I please
Your passing is what would only ease.
But I belong to you and you belong to me
My home is your home for our reverie
Together we conquered a world of our own
Just by crying with each other on the phone.
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Location of Tranquility
One windy morning I lay unasleep eyes closed
The gauzy windows fluttered on an open window
Shadow and light danced on my eyelids posed
Bright and dark images flickered in placenta hosed
These contrasts accompanied peace of me in escrow
while my mother the next culinary binge she nosed
While I realized if these proud lashes were brought low
Pandemonium of thoughts winked one by one comatosed
I look at these cow’s brinded hide in the meadow
Of my pause the anxious child now sweetly dozed.
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Closing Haiku-Vendo
A small coin I gave
Out came gorgeous brewed coffee
Now an officemate’s fave.
Your day is a pie
A third for living and answering why
The rest is R-18 logged on the sly
Your cup filled with nothing but sex
Your roofie muscles you flex
Your jock-jaws sharky your hex
Can’t you assign a fantasy schedule
On a day a week you drool
Give a rest to your power tool?
Just then you may smell the flowers
Instead of sweaty need-to-be washed odours
Turn off your jackhammers
Believe you me you will hear the sweetest voice
Angel of decent rose be among the choice
A new machine for real life your Rolls-Royce.
Your Sunlight is Portable
You dance with wolves
Heathen gods from the dark ages
But your cherubs revolve
Converted us to Feminist sages.
Neutrinos from gigawatt smiles polishes
Our friendship that outweigh egos by a ton
Platinum wings of your soul’s wish
Dawn’s chivalry’s field is won!
Brothers are we to you the pure Hazel To the last man we will hold the line
You saved from internet hel
By sharing a piece of your sunshine.
The first one refers to a pal of ours who is addicted to porn and is a certified predator, although he is not yet collared for it, and so far, his conquests appear to be willing victims themselves, however, although we tolerate him in the group. I really wish he would stop his shallow view of women and enjoy the pure feelings of a good romance sans the luridness of the vids that he watches. He hasn’t read this yet but I bet my lucky dollar he will just shrug and say, “I don’t give a damn!” Oh well, maybe in time I could tell him a thing or too about a really Jerry McGuire love.
The second is about our dear friend Hazel who has a profound influence in our group, mainly because she is what we call our feminine side of ourselves with a touch of Y chromosome, because she could be more manly than all of us four guys combined, so when she is with us, our masculinity dives under the Pacific Ocean and we become novitiates of her New Religous Order. Kidding aside, we learn a lot about her regarding today’s women and it is worthwhile listening to her. I hope she does learn something from us as well. I’ve showed her the poem and as the title suggests, there was sunshine all around and she did not correct my grammar :}. So these are my real people for these pieces and it was a joy writing about them. There will be more soon to come, probably to show also a variation of their personalities and of course, other people to put on the hot seat, so to speak!
