sits alone on branch
gathering its thoughts watching
everything you do
779.
The 2 Cardinal Sins
May 2 pag-aalsa…
Na naganap sa EDSA…
Na sinulsulan ng pinakamataas na…
Pinuno ng Simbahang Katolika sa bansa…
Ang isa ay madrama…
Ang isa naman ay ang saya-saya…
Sa pangatlong linggo ng Enero…
At pang-apat na linggo ng Pebrero…
Pinatalsik 2 lalaking pangulo…
2 babae ang pinaupo…
Malaki ang papel dito…
Ni Cardinal Sin sa 2 kudetang ito…
-02/25/2020
(Dumarao)
*EDSA 1 Anniversary
Beneath a turquoise canopy, the forest breathes
in shades of blue no daylight ever discerns~
a dream-lit hush where stars slip through the leaves
like silver secrets drifting into ferns.
The water shimmers, holding sky and shadow both,
a mirror tuned to quiet, ancient things.
Above it hovers — feathered myth, untamed oath ~
a multi-colored cardinal with lantern wings.
It circles once, as if to bless the night,
then scatters glints of starlight as it turns~
a small, impossible guardian of light
whose presence makes the whole blue forest yearn.
Rare enhances his beauty
yellow feathers is the sun is bright
Are you for real such an odd sight
the yellow cardinal flew from the sky
perched on a tree branch and spied
bird feeder in the yard below
feasting on seeds cardinal bird of yellow
One in a million most are fiery red
but this fellow his feathers yellow instead
Black mask and tan in his wings
the cardinal appeared first in spring
Yellow feathers crown his head
tail of tan and yellow no red
The color such a bright and vibrant hue
for this guy being red wouldn't do
More northern in their region be
but grace us southerns with him to see
I hope the yellow cardinal becomes common to
in Tennessee a white cardinal is there a blue?
cardinals in flight,
whistling through the morning chill ~
flame against the gray.
bright crest to the sky,
a cardinal at dawn’s light ~
spring’s first herald here.
Red feathers flashing
Scattering birdseed about
Happy Cardinal
scarlet
feathers flutter
brush stroking pale blue sky
visiting those who need a smile
gentle
As a young boy
a youthful thing
comes upon me
and I
pause
While cold masks the warmth
I wonder
To be one with the wind
let it lead
though not consume
A flicker of hope
a cardinal feather
burning, echoing
from afar
a gentle flame within my heart
As the robin
flies around
the light
in front of me
It comes from the sky,
seeks home in a tree
As it represents life
and all that it could be
Where we would not need to worry
of yesterday’s dawn
but only tomorrow’s
memory
If love had a chance
it would be this
melody
Ruby red cardinal
hides in the scruffy, bare bush
Hmm.. A seed perhaps?
I long to shift my skin and take to air,
Become the crimson flash, the whispered call,
Wings stretched in freedom, feathered, light, and rare.
In morning mist, a pulse—my spirit's dare,
The chill of bark beneath, the dawn’s bright thrall.
I long to shift my skin and take to air.
My fingers melt to pinions, fine and fair,
A beak, a crown of red, where shadows fall,
Wings stretched in freedom, feathered, light, and rare.
I leave behind the weight that humans bear,
To soar above the pines at sparrow’s call.
I long to shift my skin and take to air.
The world below recedes—no sorrow there,
Just wind and sun and endless sky enthrall
Wings stretched in freedom, feathered, light, and rare.
So if you glimpse a flash of scarlet flare,
Know once my heart was human, after all.
I long to shift my skin and take to air,
Wings stretched in freedom, feathered, light, and rare.
driving down the road
a single cardinal swoops
as I dodge to miss
Red cardinal highlighted by white cloud and blue sky
red
birdy
sees me stare
perched in bare tree
frozen, our eyes lock
knew my sadness
tells my mom
five years
dead
Red cardinal in pale hand
under mottled white moon.
Stoic, the princess
and the bright hued bird.
Her cute little beak,
crimson blush; long, straight
flaxen hair; eyes closed.
She’s dreaming
of gilded-orb planets.
Her sight is unlimited,
and her attention is slight
to her glitzy crown
and her gown
ablaze with red and gold.
To this teen, asleep
she’s floating
in the dark of night;
she’ll awaken
to a palette, blue spruce,
and trilling of
“Cheer cheer cheer.”
A brush on the ready
in her pale palm.
Gosh! New York has a new Cardinal, missing you Dolan already. Another Chicagoan. Just like the Pope. Well, I welcome this new addition. Hope he's full of ideas and changes. We need it. He's handsome, ladies restrain yourselves. Again I welcome him with open mind and arms. Like I said we need change. Cardinal Hicks, New Yorkers are in need of change. And we welcome you. Did I say, he is handsome too! On my next visit to the Cathedral, perhaps, I'll stop in, and meet him in person.
Welcome, welcome Cardinal Hicks
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