Best Longitudes Poems

I. Sighting

I saw you  
through refracted light-  
a prism of chance  
splitting ordinary into spectrum.  
Wind-tangled hair  
terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails  
the scent of soil and citrus on your skin.  
You carried mysteries-living things ...

Continue reading...

From time to time, people ask me
About my education.
Only then, I remember
I have no degrees or diplomas.
I attended no university either.
I hated textbooks and exams.
I still do.
That's bad education, they say.

But they don't know
I was taught by a book
No school could afford to teach from.
There...

Continue reading...

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not...

Continue reading...

Weak and weary is the new physical outlook
while the skin remolds with lots of longitudes.
Hair dyed by nature itself,
Washed by legacies spreading
like the waves of an excited sea.

History presented with a new garment
through positive actions in great magnitude.
Looking back the steps, decorated with humanity’s smiles,
awarded...

Continue reading...

Fstop. (SNAP!)

our moment.

our pier.
in a split second, 
a single-slipped ray
of animation 
senses and egresses
ambient light  
into the 
cauterized bloodstream 
of two enamored
lovers.

Fstop. (SNAP!)

our reflection.

my desire for you.
my private folding
twice into your extended arms -
thrice thinking through 
the mercurial threads 
of my theatrical,
dramatic effulgence; ...

Continue reading...

If I would love you unconditionally, would you always love me back?

I told her, “No way, you can’t possibly be”

The girl of my dreams finally escaping the wrinkles of my imagination

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes

This is not a suicidal love

A feeling...

Continue reading...

So am I not enough for you
Is what we have not enough for us
what answers do you need to quell your curiosity
do you so doubt the truth of our first kiss
have you watched so long that you no longer see me
what secrets did you think...

Continue reading...

Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.

Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,

And the pomp of...

Continue reading...

My life is but a fragment of the moments I’m awake
Standing on this balcony above the frozen ground
Gazing on a future that is much to harsh to take
Walking down the latitudes and longitudes I’ve found

Pondering a jump to reach a branch in front of me
Leafless...

Continue reading...

Wishbone display on a symmetrical canvas. Glimmers in the dark house akin to fresh paint in a tunnel. Tuning timing taking trapping taming. In a fiery heating system life can be barren so bread must be delivered to many. To alight the souls is to...

Continue reading...

Spacious space I would like 
To have in the space unique
Where none comes to disturb
And never do I will be perturb(ed)
Space travel being my penchant
I do it using my talent latent
Space education and space mining
I am not at all undermining
Oh Lord bless me to soar
In...

Continue reading...

Man like to travel
From one corner to another corner of the earth 
Transverse the longitudes and the latitudes
Similar to an ant
Wondering when can he finish the mission
But 
He may travel in books, in movies 
By internet, by study ecchange plan
By communicating with people from other...

Continue reading...

what answers do you need to calm your curiosity 
	do you so doubt the truth of our first kiss
	have you watched so long that you no longer see me
	what secrets did you think i could hide  
 	you alone have undressed me to bare...

Continue reading...

Plunging latitudes and longitudes
Draw close
Bulging net of lines
Contain the world

Within the squirming mass of eyes
Peering out or in
Dead eyes look far
Cast no reflections of their own
Upon the gazed landscapes

The labyrinth of eyes
Is a looking-glass mirror of cloned selves
Looking back
Native desire to find edges
Drives the flapping...

Continue reading...

I fell down to the bottom of every single Sea not just once but twice.
I scrambled onto my feet and fell all over myself time and time again 
I was up and then went down until I felt this tingly breezy needy wind.
I stood up...

Continue reading...