confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
852.
My Christmas 2023
From December 16-24 in the morning early
I completed the 9 dawns of Simbang Gabi
I was with the choir for 7 days
I wasn't with them for 2 Sundays
Also from December 16-24 in the evening early
I completed the 9 dusks of Novena by Liguori
I was in my bedroom to pray
After my 6 PM Angelus everyday
I received in December 22
My Christmas Bonus from Dumarao LGU
I spent it for our church & my family
For my workmates & for others dear to me
I attended also in December 22
The Christmas Party of Dumarao LGU
But I left them so early
At about 7:30
During Christmas Day 2023
I gave my Christmas gifts to my family
I attended the 8 AM Holy Mass
In celebration of 2023 Christmas.
-12/25/2023
(Dumarao)
*Christmas Day
It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
.
.
Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Life's loud lessons Linger,
Locking losses low,
Lifting lone lion's
Living long dusks,
Learning leveled love
Like life-long laws.
Lanes lit lightly midnight
Laced with late- night looks,
Low-key legends
Leaning,
Lasting.
Our chatters are bouquets of scorns.
Our ecstasies are beds of thorns.
Glum dusks are hidden in our dawns.
Our hearts wander far.
We're Immersed in mute mirages.
We're shrouded by starry barrages.
We're adorned with cozy corsages.
And yet here we are!
Behemoth, dust-born grace
Gentle wisdom’s own face
Savannah’s ivory dusks
Rhythm of moonlit tusks
Beckoning our worship
And lifting Mother Earth up
Contest Name: ANIMAL ELEPHANT
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: September 21, 2025
Category: Verse
O' pearlescent papercuts painted in
honey jar spells of journaling june ~
I ponder, if the spirit of
the seven-spiked sun must taste
the pewter petals of
slow-dying summer,
to hear what fades
and lingers
in the
heat
of
healing
damsel dusks...
breathless... lifeless...
to feel the forlorn ~
in liquid scents of love...
but, why do I evermore
remain a whispered wound, bleeding...
weightless in the veins of weary weeds,
wrinkled in the holy hymn of heartbeats?
I press my hands into the ruins of you,
fingertips cut in the quiet rot of ancient wounds
that have never quite been touched.
Beneath splintered ribs,
your earth is sulfurous in suffering—
your volcanic pulse muffled under sediment,
heart-rages arrested in amber.
I carve through your marrow-deep dusks,
knuckles bloodied on the bedrock of guilt,
digging past rusted veins and forgotten altars,
until my hands unearth something
promethean and glinting—
not relic, not wreckage—
but soft golds of you,
burning like a mantra
like a last prayer.
3.8.24
You followed the moon
At dusks lonely stage
Darkness and clouds
Daylight slowly fades
I chased after the sun
At morning skies wake
Paths never crossed
A subliminal fate
Hearts unfound pleasure
A sad lovers tears
A day for some lovers
Relinquishing fears
Wrap me in your silk like a dream, a moment worth keeping beneath closed eyes,
Perhaps I'll be wounded or thawed by the warmth that tenderly seeps within,
The frenzy of the shawl’s thread weaves my thoughts, like a circle of fate,
For warmth or for death—a choice binding my soul to freedom's gate.
I must capture the triumph of warmth, a crown of shawl that holds me tight,
Better to be a beacon of light, beyond the flight of life that soars high,
But shall I not be absent when the call is heard, or will you fade into twilight?
Will I find you in the late dusks, a shadow of night’s devotion bright?
Perhaps a void of love in the night, an abyss that knows no bounds,
I will never cease to watch and pause, frozen by the mysteries profound,
Always remaining with its breeze, a thrill that never fades away,
Between life’s shadows and the flickering light in the distance, ever astray.
Oh my dearest, she who my whole yearns for ,
She who was boldly drafted in the future of mine
Now very distant, far gone , breaking my all
Where was I at fault? Were my transgressions so great to let it fly ?
Dawns swiftly metamorphosing into dusks
memories of her , the sweet toned voice ,brings me near tears
maybe not now , maybe not in the coming years ,
but my mind hopefully will ditch these heart piercing flashbacks.
Heart vigorously pounding,
enticing suicidal thoughts.
Unending streams from my eyes ,making me taste salts
Nothing and nothing seems exciting.
Maybe one day, or some day ,
this pain will grow wings , enabling it to fly away.
To get my smile back ,yes I might sound like a fool
Because my happiness has always and forever,laid in you .
I will slowly fade into a shadow
Without essence without breadth
You will not understand me
I will follow you and watch you
But I, that once was, won't
I will fade into my shadow
A solid relic, a light reflection
I will be, but in the shadows
To follow you and to watch you
But I, will be long gone
I will be with the shadows
With those arduous soles who trod
Murky dusks avant-garde
For they are now long gone
Into solitary recluse
I will sometimes reach out
To whisper to you and uplift you
And you will reach out
But I, will be long gone...
Into the shadows
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When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries,
releasing ashes of rainbow petals,
upon the canvas of undressed seasons,
I delve into blue blurs of butterflies,
framed in floating colors of nostalgia,
aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~
hanging loose, within smoky imagery,
as if every pigment will sprout from lilies of longing.
But can memories thaw frozen zeal,
illustrating steamy sunsets with liquefied rubies,
to unveil a timeless era, retouched and restored,
from the dust of dusks composed in surrealism?
And I, the splattering of an ink-blot,
persist as a dramatized kiss of tongue-stroked silence,
like a portrait, isolated in artistic utopia,
as love is more than a metaphor that speaks to the moon;
a pastel palette textured with melted roses~
saturated stars can interpret…
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
mellow dusks have laid down decades,
of plowed-up shadows.
Seen against an ebbing horizon,
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
its fading form fills-in the blush
of a half-painted sky.
In a hyacinth bed of seven stars,
winter fairies waltz in pearl elegance~
a token of faith engrossed amidst scars,
while skies drizzle rain in fruity essence.
Angel of sleep seeks through frost's icy thorn,
fallen feathers soar towards jasmine moon,
when lotus light within soul is reborn,
listen to the tree of life sigh and croon.
Somewhere between daisy dusks and rose dawns,
seeds of sun unfurl promises in gold,
sowing herbs of hope across sequined lawns.
In the realm of healing, love I behold.
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