SPOKEN MOMENT
Thanks for your stories, my dearest
They are precious richest,
Resources of present pain
But tomorrow’s gain.
I cannot afford but yen
Upon to retell them
When your heart rates
Matches mines
As we breathe alive
With rhythm of sea awaken
In a recounting imagination
Of fair journeys
And calendared miseries
From daily bread
To ever said.
Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;
The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;
Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned sufferers
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:
Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness.
Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;
The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;
Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned suffers
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:
Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness.
Unpretentious Vanity
Today is a special day in our lives
I met you four decades ago
Time rose to blissy heights
You waited for me to grow
For you were more mature than I
I teased you on my birthday
For not knowing your own birthday
Couldn't believe that without parents
None knew yours but their own ofcourse
I loved you with devilled madness
And thought nothing could be more divine
Than St. Valentine, the patron of all cupids
On that day I calendared your birthday when
St. Valentine lived in much ignorance
Today the world flaunts a lover's day
That you and I in unpretentious vanity celebrated
February 14, 2016
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Seamless Breath
by Odin Roark
At sunrise,
Man-child of his heart,
Reaches past the years,
Washes little sleep down the drain,
Accepts the body once tight,
Combs the few strands still allegiant,
And uniforms the spirit
For today’s insistent strategy.
The street he walks
Presents new calendared thoughts
All in parade dress
Ready to forever advance
An abstract reality,
Where boots in lockstep
Accompany him beneath dim streetlamps
Of his insomnia.
Close by,
That place everyone calls infinity,
His aging self moves forward,
Fingering a few coins
In the playground-pockets of his youth,
Reminding him he can still pay his way,
He can remain part of…
Like so many other such days,
The breeze takes his hand,
Making lighter the books
He carries inside his head,
His secret Trojan Horse,
His means of entrance
To that place of voiceless teachers,
The forever windows without glass,
The blackboards erased clean
Of yesterday’s answers,
Anticipating today’s questions.
Such is the place he dreams each day with a smile,
Where eternity’s anima reveals the seamless breath of vision
Only visible with closed eyes.