I don’t need any other luxury:
Give me some books and a quiet spot
Where I can sit or recline
And lose my self
Among the pages of a paperback,
Or even a hardbound, and I become
Oblivious to the passage of time;
Give me a pen, just in case
I get inspired to compose
A line or two of what may pass for verse.
If I have these three--
Books, a space all my own, and a pen--
I am contented.
November 2, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Categories:
hardbound, books, literature, poems, writing,
Form: Verse
The women came on Sunday morn,
just as the day began to dawn.
They brought the spices they prepared,
to anoint Him who for them had cared.
The sight they saw filled them with gloom,
as they beheld the empty tomb.
The One, who was the Truth, revealed,
was no longer in the tomb unsealed.
Many a soul for truth does seek,
in tomes that are like empty tombs.
The truth they seek will not be found,
inside volumes that are hardbound.
The truth is not a thing, you see,
but a person who holds the key
to that which gives meaning to life
amid this world’s storms, stress, and strife.
Stop searching for the truth in vain,
In tombs where only falsehood reigns.
The Truth you seek comes from above,
He combines truth with peace and love.
Categories:
hardbound, christian, inspirational, jesus, peace,
Form: Rhyme
My tears dripping with words on paper
With sadness I write this never to be seen
Each page I turn thinking of you
A teardrop stained page dripping from my eyes
My thoughts create memories of laughter
This page I read with glee without a teardrop
On page two yet, I flip to page three there I find
Words of lost memories of you
This poetry book to be sold at a bookstore
Hardbound, holding my tear drops inside
Glued on the end holding theses memories in
Best wishes I signed upon this book
The rest are blank pages Never to be written or seen
Categories:
hardbound, poems,
Form: Free verse
Two social crystals
Two lovely books together
Under lamp of love
One mere paperback
The other hardbound gilded
Intense struggle on
“We shall overcome”
Resonated day and night
A rope walking tight
Page combined with page
A new book of poems grew
As a haiku came
Baby on her toes
Tremor occurred but the ball
Every time bounced back
A third book now grows
New story of a new home
Blue waves in white foam
In their shell a pearl
Now a ten year old bright boy
The family’s joy
Time moves on the shore
I still look to forming waves
In poetry caves
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May 4, 2016
Format 5-7-5 : (www. howmanysyllables.com)
Submission for Haiku on “My Family” – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : marvin celestial
Categories:
hardbound, allusion, baby, books, dream,
Form: Haiku
when at most the others looked away
you were the only one left wrapped in
tweed fingers you read books and shook
hands with the corners of very
tall still rooms.
when at least the others stopped to stare
you were a vinyl voice who drifted around
the room creating your own naratives
and desires.
hardbound covered soft themed skin
so delicately complex.
before i was younger seeking to lift up your
skirt maybe even take in a little of the
warm accent of your thigh, that soft slow
curve of your inner leg.
i remember sitting quietly staring at your crossed
legs wondering when your glasses would drop
ever so slightly.
but of course your were fictionalized,marginalized,
transposed across the room between the shelves.
flip to the back page as you walk by and
the summary goes something like this.
my librarian lady sits across the way
in between hushed lips day by day.
self literate angel with a finger in her cardex,
holy in her house with a text full of sex.
Categories:
hardbound, art,
Form: I do not know?
my techinical response to the uneven landscape
is to waterdown my footprints.
so i sink as i step and grow a little stronger.
so heavy these great big thoughts.
i must move quickly, no time for darwins hardbound books.
no time to trace my five toed footprint and wait for my fossil
to turn beatiful or grotesque.
i've seen them you know the figures of the figurative figures,
they walk around in books without bread or water.
nourished by deaths constant response.
this place is so dry i think i might leave it.
i read once a line
' oh little clouds filled with great rain,
fall in dry places.'
i think that is a wonder beyond reason.
Categories:
hardbound, time,
Form: I do not know?