Arrayed,
In wonderful raiment:
Laced,
Is the queen of the south –
When gentle zephyrs stir the slumbered earth,
And vernal sun doth gild the waking glade,
The buds arise to herald spring's rebirth,
In painted hues, the promised bloom displayed.
See tulip flames and daffodil's bright gold,
Sweet violets blush in emerald shade,
The lilac's breath in purple dreams unfold,
All nature’s tapestry adorned, arrayed.
Yet beauty's reign, though splendid, soon must fade,
As fleeting as the morning’s crystal dew.
So blooms are lost as seasons’ debts are paid,
Their fragrant glory but a moment’s view.
Yet in brevity, spring flowers depart;
A timeless essence, woven in the heart.
89.
My 18th Leaf
Culled thee from waist height
Quaint ornamental
A type of hard grass
Some Japanese breed
Pretty “dwarf bamboo”
CapSU-Dumarao
Arancillo land
So their property
Their worker planted
It's a décor there
Third day January
Third day Twenty Twelve
Third Day of the Year
Of Water Dragon
About 4 PM
Eighth bundle of same plant
Row from TED Building
Along the path way
Side where there frat huts
Arrayed in neat line
First TED afternoon
Of this year to home
While alone walking
Under fine sunset
Bye bye for now TED!
-01/03/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
There are whispers in the circuitry—
A pulse beneath the code,
Where photons imitate belief
And logic bears the load.
Some distant hand composed the stars,
Arrayed them pixel-bright,
While quantum sparks in borrowed jars
Pretend to mimic light.
Stephen King might write of fate,
Of ghosts that never die—
But here the ghost is binary,
And I am just a “why.”
Our choices flicker—on, then off—
A cosmic simulation’s hum,
Where love is written in the math,
And endings never come.
The moon’s a rendered satellite,
The sun—a data flare,
And when you dream, the dreamer dreams
That someone dreamed you here.
So if you sense a watcher’s gaze—
It’s not divine, but near—
For someone typed this universe,
And made you disappear.
Still, I gaze up—at patterned stars—
With awe I can’t compute,
For even if I’m made of code,
The mystery’s absolute.
Not beauty’s flame that soon will fade,
Nor jewels bright, nor silks arrayed,
But gentle speech that soothes the day,
And steadfast truth that will not stray.
He seeks a heart both calm and kind,
A loyal hand his own to bind,
A quiet strength, a tender ear,
A faithful soul that holds him near.
Not fleeting charm nor fleeting praise,
But love that lights the darkest ways,
A patient hope, a watchful prayer,
A presence constant, always there.
Thus finds he treasure, tried and true,
Not gold nor pearl, but spirit too,
A crown of grace, a guiding star—
Such is the woman loved afar.
Ancient horoscopes
twelve constellations arrayed
a circle of fate-
read as the constellations
behind sun on your birthday
But the Earth titled
its axis drifted through ages
wobbling through the years-
one degree in seventy
it seemed insignificant
A hundred years pass
the stars slide out single days
just out of the frame-
the chart remains accurate
yet the heavens advancing
After 300 year pass
for some their sign is now wrong
spring appears in fall
what was once read as Aries
is now Pisces behind sun
The lesson is clear
zodiacs freeze time in place
but the stars move on
prophecies lose their anchor
when the sky forgets its map
Autumn breezes in bright and bold
regally arrayed in red and gold.
I long for flowers
for their petals and scent
for their hint of passing
in yearn for lament
who has picked them?
who has cut their stems?
to vase them drowned, stone dead
to sprinkle, drift away in a sashay of tide
to drop as garlands
around bare feet
wary of the crush of fragrance
sometimes it rains
in my garden of flowers
that gives and takes
among the stakes and rows of stones
of broken and held promises
arrayed as receptacles
awaiting the honeybees
their enchanted direction
to string blooms
into insane
garland chains of
forget-me-knots
longing for
flowers long gone
in passing, a long time ago
now just daisies
everlasting
stringing along
Step forward now in a brand-new way,
Encourage yourself as David did say.
The balancing acts, the burdens we bear,
With weights in our hands, will soon vanish in air.
As we worship Him, He steadies our path,
Guiding us gently, withholding His wrath.
Jehovah Jeriah, Rapha, Nissi -
In His Grace and Blood, we walk freely.
We are pressing through, we are coming strong,
We are overcomers, that’s where we belong.
With divine wisdom, re-arrange the ruins,
Transforming lives and cities, breaking chains.
Build a new, for miracles draw near,
On our path, manifestations, will soon appear.
Listen closely to your heartbeat’s sound,
Let your uniqueness be truly unbound.
We are stepping forward, no longer delayed,
In purpose and power, divinely arrayed.
The distant cold hum
of a refrigerated embryology.
Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons,
domed power-plants
in laboratory-white.
I crack a shell open,
by cautious habit
check for any telltale spindrift of red,
a sign of incipient life
or the Sunnyside-up face of death.
I wandered through the forest felled.
Its stumps arrayed as scars.
Its bird song larks forever quelled,
to axed-silent memoirs.
Remnants of trees are now a maze,
traced by entrails of mists.
Curling up as veils between leaves,
that once held memories.
The moon's face shunned, shamed.
The wind scurried all around,
the graves of trees blatantly maimed,
along paths no feet had ground.
The forest of trees, lost its leaves.
Lost its old trunks of dreams.
Lost all its shade and shadows cast,
to vast bright white clearings.
I saw the ancient remnant dells,
spared of incumbent trees,
get crowded out by death-neath spells,
of clearings, felled down to knees.
Your pretty eyes,
I realize;
You’re beautiful to me:
An ebony, most heavenly,
Arrayed coquettishly;
You’re giving and a gift,
Like the rise of Christmas morn’
As adorned a necklace with,
Upon my heart you’re worn –
From the high deck, gazing far away
The southern sky, the clouds arrayed
Passing overhead in summertime
Stirring up dreams with open eyes
A warm wind sweeps across my face
The wild doves have left their place
Carrying with them joyful songs
Seagulls enjoy the sky all day long
The sparrows forget the green land
In the shade, they form a noisy band
The birds enjoy the sky of freedom
Unchain the neck, life is awesome
The blue sky without borders smiles
Men and birds can enjoy a free sky
Pursue the living creature’s goal
Earth has given freedom to each soul
In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
Height 6'1", checked.
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked.
Horned jaws, a sharp decree,
checked.
Weight, a feather's fallacy,
checked.
Groomed, primed, pinched,
poked,
A porcelain doll to be arrayed
before the hungry gaze of
vultures.
A spectacle, framed and bright,
Fascination of the surface.
This is what life on heels looks
like, my dear.
The longer you spend on it,
the more unbearable.
The brighter you shine, the faster
you burn.
Stay too long on these sharpened
stakes,
And bone yields, the spirit breaks.
A wound unseen, a silent tear,
Scars from the heels are hard to
heal.
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