I open behind the curtains
To let in the most beautiful ultra light
You who knows this heart better than anyone else
A soul calls singing enchantingly
In flash your blinding
brings salt to the eyes
crystal pearls flashing diamond silver
Mixed with golden sunlight
paints a rainbow of colours
laced with angel rays shines out with love
The brightest blinding treasure
We met when we were young,
Yet we never met at all,
A place, a time, a friend,
Yet somehow it didnt bend.
It was always me,
And always wasnt,
It was always you,
And it always wasnt.
A fixture in time,
We just cant place,
An unseen by both,
Sudden secret embrace.
So many thing to uncover,
A whole new world to discover,
But never did we see,
That is was meant to be.
It wrapped us around,
through many years untold,
Pushed and pulled now and again,
Leaving us sometimes in pain.
But then its magic happened,
It slowly let us go,
We never knew what was to come,
But it led us into our sun.
The invisble string in us here,
And it really brings a tear,
For never have I loved another,
As much as I iove you my dear.
Eight years then nearly nine,
Through rain and sunshine,
Strength and weakness,
You make me feel my best.
I asked for something,
In my darkeat time,
God sent all of you,
Now you help my world shine.
You're such a beautiful woman
You're truly one of a kind
I always think about you
You're forever on my mind
You consume all my thoughts
Even those while I'm asleep
This is the reason I know
You're the one I meant to keep
Maybe you were a gift to me
A gift from God up above
To show me how to live
And to teach me how to love
I'm certain you're an angel
For me it's plain to see
You are the greatest thing
It has ever happened to me
The Gift of Love
Growing up, love was such a foreign language to me
I have never seen it present ever in the house
My parents have never loved each other, I believe
They only got married because of the accident of me
They were legally obligated to take care of me
And they weren't exactly joyful about doing that job
My parents have never given me anything in my life besides a curse:
The ability to never know what love is or how it feels
School was an estranged experience for me with this irritating curse
I made some friends, thankfully, but still, it lacked what I needed
I care for them as much as I do my family
Which will always be none, I suppose
But I have learned to be ok with this as the years passed
Who needs to know how it feels anyway?
He gave me a gift, terribly good-
but it was clearly misunderstood.
Good grief, what does it do?
looks pretty ugly too!
Like huge chunky goggles, there it stood.
Deafening silence came over me!
Seriously funny, for you see
this was his only choice?
For me there was no voice?
A cruel kindness- how can this be?
The sound of silence he broke with shout-
Falsely true is what this is about!
Awfully good, you see-
virtual reality!
Definite maybe, you will freak out!
Alone together, now bittersweet
our short minor crisis, we did meet!
In a true fiction world
open secrets unfurled!
These chunky goggles cannot be beat!
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I loved you.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
bed of earth, blanket of blue air--
As I get further away ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I see ¦¦¦ more clearly.
¦¦¦¦ souls should have been immense ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
not what they are,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I gave you ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
blue of the spring morning,
¦¦¦¦ you didn't know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
you wanted more, the one gift
reserved for another ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
you will ¦¦¦ find ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
among the growing plants.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the bird's flight
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
which begins ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ echoing
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ from the white birch
to the apple tree.
(Blackout of Retreating Wind by Louise Gluck)
772.
Christmas Gift – Simbolo ng Pasko
Sa bansang ito
Makahulugan ang Pasko
Kayrami nitong simbolo…
Makikita, mapapakinggan
Matitikman, mararamdaman
Oh anong karanasan?
Gaya ng “Christmas Gift” na mararamdaman mo
Saan ka mang sulok ng bansang ito
Isa sa mga “Simbolo ng Pasko”
Kahit butas ang bulsa
May ipangreregalo pa
Sagisag ng aming pagbibigay-galak at tuwa –
Isa lamang ito
Sa mga simbolo
Ng makahulugan naming Pasko!
-12/12/2019
(Dumarao)
*Mga Simbolo ng Pasko
The gift of a pen,
Is the key to the shackles,
Of life's mundane chains.
.................................KITE
up high
in the sky
with a trailing tail
floating without a care
in between the cotton clouds
"my dad's gift to me as a child"
(Podium 1st in Joseph May’s Clarity Pyramid Poem)
I didn’t earn the breath that woke me,
or the pulse that carried me through years
I never knew I’d survive.
Life arrived as a quiet God-given gift~
placed in my hands
before I knew how to hold anything,
before I knew how fragile a heartbeat could be.
Still it keeps unfolding,
a soft mercy that meets me
every new morning,
reminding me I was given this world
not to perfect it,
but simply to live inside it
with whatever grace I can give back.
If I'd read Poor Richard's Almanac,
I never wouldn't have gone off track -
never would have been apprenticed
to be a gift horse dentist.
You climb my branches
each fall in search of
something sweet.
With a twist and a snap,
you claim your prize—
a juicy ruby-red apple.
I gladly give you
my sweet fruit,
a treat I offer others.
Eight
hundred
indie
fringe godfath-
ers stole thunder from
forty frayed dandies who thought they
were today's trendy
answer to
tonight's tiny fright-
ened finger
toads but in fact were
only dreadnought friends
of the hidden thrifty fudge in-
ferred from a rougher runty third
of the grounded ruddy roundheads
remaining defi-
ant 'til notified not to
be
and
to return to fraught infight-
ing at their always
well funded freehand orgies.
-
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
The Gift
I recently turned fifty,
so my doctor sent a gift.
A little box wrapped neatly,
my mood began to shift.
It was made for collecting
a sample of my poo.
I wrinkled up my nose,
and wondered what I should do.
The thought filled me with dread.
I really didn’t want to do it.
Then I stopped to ponder
what my other choice would be.
A nasty prep followed by
a colonoscopy.
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