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Christmas sugar pop landing
Submarines yellow, parachute up
Count each seed before planting
Together bright suns daisies rise
Seeds remember merry joy rides
Going faster depends on where you are
Tidal waves tsunami good-bye
Firecrackers on golden sands
Sparkly bright lights burst a happy blast
Heaven fills with bubbled up liquid
Orange capacity is a concept pretty
Easter is north of the Shirley Temples
Toys fly by ships lollipop
Go south from there on polka dots
It never rains in California... for sure
Good umbrellas cost a pretty penny
Coast to coast by roller coaster
Standards remain in the pink
Spend more time than money
Hang ten on the surf board butter
Water slides by in a blink
On cotton candy carnival
Give us a kiss honey bun mix
One hell of a ride my love
Christmas sugar pop landing
Is the last stop on the line
The weather is chill and pleasant
Diwali fervor is round the corner
Yet my soul is not in synch
My mind doesn’t budge to tyranny
Will there be a cracker of a time
When firecrackers are banished
No: age cannot wither her;
Nor custom stale; in her infinite glory
Goddess Lakshmi is supreme!
Despots on prowl for exploits
State in cahoots with alien drill
It isn’t the strength of enemy
It is about Hindu gone astray
Having an unholy union
Diwali is victory of good over evil
It is about destroying the wicked
It is against villains spewing venom
It dispels gloom and darkness!
The smoke from burning embers
In the stomach of a billion Hindu
Will soon balloon to a wrath
The impact of which will witness
“Narakasura” perishing soon
Satyabhama’s ire will cause fire.
Charred bodies will lay strewn
Casting ultimate indignity fo
vexatious brigands.
Diwali is the Festival of Lights
It is knowledge to counter ignorance
Diwali is a festival of hope and happiness
It rings in prosperity to all
A very colorful event that
Usher cheer in people’s life!
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.
New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.
Santa Claus
Children scream with joy
on sight of chubby, plump,
white bearded Santa
In red coat with
white collars and cuffs,
red trousers and fur cap.
With gifts in his bag
and a shaking belly,
He comes laughing,
Riding on a sleigh
driven by eight reindeers,
As Rudolph, the red nosed
drives through the night,
lands swiftly on roofs
and slides in to houses through chimneys,
Chuckles ho ho ho
and drops gifts for all,
An year's long wait ends
as wish list turns to reality,
Midnight hours ..
popping of firecrackers
Church bells ring
and Carols sing,
Celebrating birth
of Jesus Christ,
It's Christmas time !!
Like a zephyr he buzzes
gifts to well behaved
and guilty foraged,
And then visits markets,
streets, the whole of city,
To return to his home
at North Pole,
Collects request letters
and gifts throughout the year,
for next Christmas !!
Written Dec 23rd, 2015
For contest "Story poem about Santa Claus"
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place win
FLUORESCENCE
Fireworks flashed to illumine New Years’ Eve
Firecrackers burst, dazzled on ebon sky.
Splendid pyrotechnics, hard to believe.
Glistened glittered, blazing fireballs up high.
Firecrackers burst, dazzled on ebon sky
Cluster of fluorescent flowers to bloom
Glistened glittered, blazing fireballs up high.
Simple shiny show on warm glow to zoom.
Cluster of fluorescent flowers to bloom
Splendid pyrotechnics, hard to believe.
Simple shiny show on warm glow to zoom.
Fireworks flashed to illumine New Years’ Eve.
01/08/21
A Strand (1044)
Contest. by Brian Strand
654.
The 4th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
Contact with Great Asian Nations
Aside from neighboring Southeast Asian civilizations
Pre-Spanish Philippines also had contact with great Asian nations
They were the Indians, the Chinese & the Japanese
We also got remarkable contributions & heritage from these
Great Pre-Spanish religion we adopted from India
The pantheon of gods & the godhead Bathala
The use of turban, veil & jewelry
Words, numbers & foods from this big country
Great Pre-Spanish economy we adopted from China
Mining, smithing, gambling, tong, tawaran, taya
The use of gong, fan, umbrella & slippers
Words, foods, ancestor worship & firecrackers
Great Pre-Spanish industry we adopted from Japan
Agriculture & manufacturing from the Land of the Rising Sun
They instructed us that fishes & ducks can be cultured
They also taught us that tools & arms can be manufactured
This is the 4th Period of Pre-Spanish Era – Contact with Great Asian Nations
Food, clothing, materials, culture, customs & traditions
From great countries was endowed to us long ago
God initiated the Philippines as part of a great farrago.
-05/09/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
I'm crestfallen in the shadows
of my raging firecrackers
when you're far.
I'm embedded
in the gaze of
your tempting
Silicon Valley.
Dumbfounded
by the cabbage
twists and turns
of your deceitful
twilight eyes.
my raspberry!
The howl of
my desires,
and voids
of my
needs.
Sink me
in the streets
of lavender
sins. Your beards
have enchanted
my thoughts and I can
no longer decipher
illusions from imagination.
The reality of your tender
existence is pushing me out of mine,
pulling me into your cloves of natural cocaine.
You're the hope of
my tomorrow,
the faith of my today
and the suffering of
yesterday. I long
for your beaded touch
and the threads that
carve holes in it.
I crave for your
whiskey eyes.
It fills me
through
the
primrose
spring.
Pats
me into the
deep cracks
of your
cemented bed.
Let me sniff your breath,
let me tell you its colors.
Allow me bit
the scars of your wounds
so I can share its taste with
your coal lips and let you
know, you can no longer bleed
because I'm the final healing.
I want to feel the
vertical lines on your chest.
Inhale the infinite tunes of your gasps.
Close my eyes
and still see
you in crystal bays.
Twirl my hands in
your hair and reassure
you that I will make
you live forever.
Appreciate your strong
nerves for working on
my neck and at your desk.
To remind you that you
didn't feel true emotions
your whole life, till you
met my flat nyash and its reflections.
There is a softening current
In which we all strive to reside
Spoken from the ecstatic pop of firecrackers,
A tinkling of wine glasses with eyes and a sudden warm touch,
The elevator rising with the waiting love of two silent bodies,
The mental act of dissent,
Choking the speed of trains to a halt,
The rushing logic of the world’s chorus
As you pry your way to the center,
With the box, your heart’s recorder,
Your fingers--greased from the machine’s buttons,
Give way to the watering eyes steeped in the passion
Of the hordes that filled every square and ran down each lane…
Hands grappled the sun-marooned bars
Anchoring your feet onto the soapbox
From there the world worked like great torrents over your body.
Wails and vociferations marbled the land into an absurd painting
Hollowed and homogenized, still in its actions.
Grotesque and beautiful.
Pressing record, the machine breaks into giant pieces,
Falling like great heaves of sadness,
Like chunks of baby furniture,
Rolling and sputtering to a stop on the cobbles below.
86.
My 15th Leaf
Pulled thee from a fruit
Tiny from crown's root
Poses like dagger
Head of its master
Guess – it's “pineapple”!
Just bought by father
Or maybe mother
Sold by some vendor
Grown by some farmer
For every eater
First Day Twenty Twelve
On this solemn eve
Almost second day
No time for delay
First Sunday near end
Among the thirteen
Fruits midnight dinin'
Tradition they lay
On plastic pink tray
The table center
Imperfect New Year
But somehow it's dear
Firecrackers zero
Even sparklers no
Yet, full and happy!
-01/01/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
DRINK A SHOT OF KISS
peeking inside a mouth
I see a white fence some big, some stout
as my small nose gets a `lil bit closer, yes! closer!
Smell of berries, so fresh hmmmmn! (without sear)
Lips of supple soft and red
they twitch and protrude
lingering for quite awhile
sipping sweetness like of pies
I breathe, deep and slow, deep and slow
jive and brush of lips let it flow...
Palms now on high fever, enticed
walking slow to the head, holding it, pause!
Eyes on one key locked, we stare
savoring the minutes of the magic fair..
Not enough, hungry for more, the pair of lips
again, move, move , a space without air
Left to right
Up and down
on and on
on and on
TASTING...
SUMMONING...
BITING...
NIBBLING...
Heartbeats rush to drum: lub! dub! lub! dub!
Ah! even the lungs rush to suck and blow...
More and more wanting the magic not to end
Others, eyes are shut, some peek in slits
Drinking each minutes of time
as feelings rush, pop like firecrackers
mind and body sings a single rhyme....
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CONTEST NAME: LEAST VIEWS
Contest Sponsor: Casarah Nance
~~2nd Place~~
Written: June 23, 2013
Revised: September 13, 2015