The irony does not slide past me. My favourite song became my reality in two years time. A song that I loved but didn't understand now sits in my head burned into my mind as something I understand all too well.
J-eweled
E-yes'
N-atural
C-rystal
A-nd
B-rilliance
U-se
A-rt's
N-ectar
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Jen B. Cabuan)
stewing in my own juices
in this
dystopia
of a nation
masked thugs
tearing
brown babies
from their mothers' arms
raking the brown
off the streets
disappearing the
inheritors of the kingdom
idiots who believe
in an ever-after
there will be
a time after
masked thugs
and mass terrorization
evil visits the evil
and payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait
to write a poem then
but what will it be
by then
just
a poke in your
blind eye
and better juice
In ripe mango golden pulp
Pour cream half-a-cup
Mix a few shredded mint leaves
Add spoonful honey
Blend with ice, I make
Summer drink
Grand.
what an autumn juice!
beautiful dark sweet neat pink!
so natural way!
Staccato and tart,
blueberries on the Steinway;
Juice inflames the keys.
Heaven's the goal
He purifies my soul
And I lives by His quotes
Every moment I go down
I quickly arose
I'm heading to the post man
I don't want to lose
And faith envelopes
Thus I dream big
I'm grateful for His fig tree
that shades me from the drought heat
reaping the fruits the breeze flings
and replanting the seedlings
for abundance of riches
my soil is loamy
but the enemy
always sows his weed in
so much struggle and strife
but I rise and fight
won't stop searching for the light
in the darkest of the night
travel any kilometer,
no matter what's the height
my destination is blissful
and it's bright
In this journey of life
the storm builds my soul
I'm sailing with the Christ
obviously not alone
hardship is sinking
I'm submarined in the truth
pour out my heart in prayer,
I'm sipping fulfillment's juice
The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
no moths would dare to eat
but these we left behind
the fruit we sliced, summer ripe
packed in salt and sealed
preserved for later use
among the rubble of our home
my mother squeezed one each day
the drink she said
which gave her strength
but did not save her from the blast
before the bombs began
no home appeared complete
without its lemon tree
we cannot see where ours once grew
now we live in tents
wait hours in line for rice and mash
with our battered begging tins
the only things we own today
we talk and dream of food
recall the taste we crave
of boughs weighed down with fruit
from the tree that blessed our lives.
I love the way she glows
As pretty as you please
But like the saying goes
The juice is worth the squeeze
It keeps me on my toes
Unlike some rare disease
But she's the one I chose
The juice is worth the squeeze
With her my passion grows
That drops me to my knees
But everybody knows
The juice is worth the squeeze
If I leave today
Know I'm in a better place
The pain while dying is quite my biggest fear
Taking xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx trying to relieve some stress
Crying deep within, you'll never see my tears
Life is a gift, but most times is a mess
Mom has said 'go to church', you'll find solace there
But I feel insoluble in large volumes of peers
I feel like I'm maize in a painter of beans
But when I sieve away, they start seeking for me
I know that they're itching for me
In bitterness and sweetness
They try to be indifferent
But I am the realest
I am the illest, what my soul has been dripping
It's medicine for sick fans turned haters,
Who've been neglecting
In this Journey of Life, I gotta stay on the move
And when it does ends, I'll be known for the truth
Whether or not I blow up
Whether or not I boom
I know I gave you my all, I'm sipping Fulfillment's Juice
Mango juice in summers
Aah,just delicious,
When I look to the juice glass with icy blast
My tongue flickers,to sip it, drink it,lick it.
My eyes shines like a baby
Who wants many toys and he got it
It's fragrance runs deep through my throat
Wanted me to drink like a lover
wants to suck her beloved from head to toe
When I bring glass near my lips
Saliva from my mouth drips
When I finally drink the juice
I get mesmerized like a lover lost in her beloved eyes
We can't expect to agree
nor should we expect to disagree
on everything
We can't expect to please
nor should we expect to displease
everyone, all the time
We can't expect to win
nor should we expect to lose
every game we play
Be we ought to demand of a man
~ Squeeze every last drop
right into the can
She, who consumed poison
From the sight of blood that gradually rotted
For all she could do was endure the smell
Of a body bound to rot.
Blood is thicker than water
That blood was half of hers
But she masked the faint smell in rotting juice.
She knew, everyone else did too.
One claims to know the holistic answers
Until it becomes their situation.
I understand the imagined smell
And the body yet to fall
Through the black lingering mist.
Nothing shines upon them in your eyes anymore.
The wacky laugh becomes unsettling
When the empty mouth opens.
There is nothing funny to laugh at
When the laugh almost wasted him away.
The joke does not exist
When the joke exists inside the scrambled brains of eight years.
Innocence is sweet
Ignorance is perfect.
Now the woman saw the corpse for what it wanted
The rotting smell wasn’t so bad
Blood became thicker than ever.
Water became her companion.
Others await in the same wait.
Disturbed by the sight of the soon-to-be rotting body
Unsure of what to do
Except to drink the rotting juice.
Needs some motivation
Something to get me
going
Try'na be right this time
She said I was boring
Ain't know need
Messing around
Gotta good thang here
Don't like being way to long
My lady likes to
Keep me near
Ain't know need in carrying on
Listen to some music
Baby got it going on
Like what she's doing
Loving you
Is living myself
Baby listen
I don't want know one else
You're I've been missing
Fit pik havester
That first cup of coffee in the morning
I describe it as KICKAPOO JOY JUICE
The day doesn't begin until that first sip
When angels start singing and the sun comes out
You realize the world is a beautiful place
You feel like skipping through fields of clover
Singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and throwing out daisies
At times I'm overwhelmed by the amazing response
When total strangers stop me, embrace me
And plant huge smackers on my waiting lips
Yup! KICKAPOO JOY JUICE each morning
Starts my old engine a-humming
Must be careful though, two is my maximum
After that I'm no longer responsible for my actions
There have been times when a third cup of the stuff
Has caused me to touch total strangers
In very inappropriate places
When my advances are happily returned
It usually means they've been into the juice as well
Must leave you now... making my fifth cup
There's no stopping me now!!!!!
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