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Shivering me, lost in thoughts of falling snow
with eyes impaled on lights that blink and glow
I watch the Christmas scene unfold and flow
into a stitch of time, that hours can't un-sew
The little girl in me that once took life in toe
has disappeared from view and now I must forgo
the ringing of the bells this year, for I am still
standing at the window waiting for you, Bill
Bereavement sucks and life can be a cruel blow
I am still trying to figure out this slippery hill
In my hands I hold three stones that I can't throw
and an armload of love that death can never kill
Perhaps through this I can traverse and grow
into a brilliant star of heaven and instill
the light that I once held that shone at will
inside these memories, that just won't go...
November 11, 2021
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name: December Quatrain
GONE WITH THE PIE
I’m not a gourmet of any exclusive kind,
but strangely enough I don’t know why
of all confectioneries I preferentially find
the most lovable one is the juicy apple pie.
At the Christmas time not a long time ago
succulent apple pie I had decided to bake.
All special choices my family had to forgo,
for I won the war for my love wasn’t fake.
With my venerable baking acumen at stake
all the ingredients I had carefully chosen
for an adorable pie I had to earnestly bake
in the glowing heart of my trusted oven.
What went so wrong I didn’t understand,
I was betrayed by the oven I believed blind.
As the burnt apple pie crumpled in my hand
I saw my scorched love gone with the wind.
December 13, 2018
Corinthians 3:16 ~ “Do you not know your body is the temple of God and God dwells within you?”
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Clear truth’s been revealed,
God’s within concealed.
He feels what we feel,
both pain and joy’s zeal.
Every time we blink,
each thought that we think,
both lust and love’s hymn ~
all is known to Him.
How can we see Him
if heart’s light is dim,
veiled by our ego,
we’re loathe to forgo?
Seeking God alone,
soul’s light that we own,
cocoons us in bliss;
love’s rapturous kiss.
To feel thus complete,
fully bliss replete,
make the connection
in meditation.
Yearning for God’s touch,
our soul seeks so much;
ours if we be still,
bending to His will.
12-June-2022
How can the lover of the downtrodden have a favorite?
The dichotomy of Jesus’ choosing is like an enigmatic wavelet.
To become a jewel of Christ takes more than a confession.
One must let go of the earth to reach His heaven.
One must gain faith which requires humility of highest order.
His jewels are unafraid of life’s inevitable disorder.
And to believe that gain can come from complete loss.
Willing to tear down one’s own house and bear the cross.
Jesus’ jewels will give their last fish to another undeserving.
To fully commit to the unseen and to forgo self-serving.
Often being a downtrodden you have the edge.
Due to having little to lose when on the ledge.
Jesus often searches for His best Jewels in the dark.
Like Paul, who in the dark made his profoundest mark.
Before you turn those sacred pages,
And corner me to a sinner's numbness,
And strike the balances as raged sages,
Remember I have touched holiness.
Before you strike similes with a smile,
And make prayers as heavy perfumed incense,
And speak of heavens - me, you don't beguile,
Remember my spirit can discern pretense.
Before you speak of gods and goddesses,
And talk of the only One, High and Mighty,
Then why each belief has created wars and curses,
Remember until now, I see only religiosity.
Before you spew fire and brimstone,
And sublimate things that none have seen,
Drag me not into quagmires - for I know a cornerstone,
That treated a harlot like a queen.
Before you point fingers and whip tongue-slander,
And to the poor, you look down and frown,
And speak of blessings and fortune's favor,
Remember hunger blesses and sleep is a crown.
Before you equate prosperity with sanctity,
"On these fleeting faces, oh what a disgrace!",
The eye of the needle permits sacrosanctity,
Remember the flower vanishes without a trace.
Before boast becomes a subject of privilege,
And places of worship become a high lifted banner,
As the knee bends and hands fold, forgo deep sacrilege,
Remember honied duplicity is for the fire.
72.
My Father
My Father, like the usual other
Wants to show he is a hardworker
I know his rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy
When I began to be world conscious
His presence I consider precious
When still a child I never sleep
When he's not yet home from work and trip
I even used to take a night bath
To welcome him back
And I'll smell good when he kisses me
Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy
Yet, I was always excited ‘coz
There's always a pasalubong dose
Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks
Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest
After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church
He would buy me goto and Yakult
I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”
While in Las Piñas was the last one
When Angel and SM Southmall born
Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn
What I only hate during weekends
I was tasked to pick his white hair strands
Once he told me tales of Dumarao
And when we're already here now
I felt a little bit of jealous
To my cousins whom he seemed so close
Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies
Which for me, costly, can cause disease
I succeed not to follow his flaw
Thanks God who understands I forgo
Whatever bad things I have in me
Have done to others and/or Thee
It's not my father's fault anymore
So God please save him from dishonor
For I still love Tatay with all my heart!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I recall it vividly,
Like it were yesterday,
I remember well when depression almost took my life,
I recall how I became thin,thinner and thinnest,
I can tell how my close associates raised an alarm health wise,
Mine was a polite reply of how I was well,
But deep down was a tattered that needed 'repair."
It's still fresh in my mind,
How I made Chlorpheniramine my buddy,
How Promethazine was my breakfast,
And amitryptilline formed a better spice of my dinner,
I can't tell the amount,dose taken but I bet it was excess,
All this were undertakings to just forget and forgo,
Only heavens can tell nastiness of the ordeal.
Man liveth not on bread alone but I only knew of bread alone,
I slept on it,dreamt of it for it was all I knew,
Cake is sweeter but well baked bread surpassed the sweetness,
Expiry date knocked and it grew moulds sans me knowing,
I realized it after the L double O became my frequency,
The bread was long gone bad,
Too late I couldn't reverse it.
Am now here,sitted with my writing pad,pen and ink,
With me is a cup of coffee which is an inseparable of me,
A thought of the above just crisscrossed my mind,
It deepened and brought memories courtesy of val cruise,
No,I should forget of it,yes I let it go,
But again,memories,pseupseudo-everything,pseudo-everything...
Oups!!Am sorry,have been dreaming!
©Poet Igweee...
Touch And See
We are a society of folded ears. We opt for our apps
through touch tone effect instead of real conversation.
We are a generation of visual selects that forgo the hearing
only to embrace tap memorandum. It works great on the optic
nerve but what does it do for the hearing workout ?
We send emoticons & floating sonic hearts but sometimes
we need to be heard for .... R E A L ....
we need time that the computer can't steal...
. we read about our family members through the internet
. we listen to nature through the internet
it is easy to lose our equilibrium and feel like we are living
in a cyber wheel that doesn't stop.
A D D ... ANOTHER DIFINITION for it WOULD BE,
Applicable, * Deaf *Disorder
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.
autumn shakes threadbare
spent leaves loosen from brown stems
each clings to the bough
waiting for the tug of wind
to show buds in leaf axils
one leaf lies pressed flat
between pages seldom turned
kept from rain and light
its veins mirror buried roots
grounding what the leaf recalls
wine darkens the glass
one mouthful remains untouched
thirst catches its shine
sweetness ripens when restrained
the tongue leaves a taste behind
on dust-silver shelves
each book keeps its well-thumbed leaves
spines remember hands
binding what the years recall
in their dog-eared aftermath
names fade from old cards
ink gives way to the humdrum
old contacts grow pale
what I leave for others' eyes
means nothing to their kind ghosts
leaf settles on leaf
each layer hides another
last in, first recalled
gathered from one's only life
their weight growing underneath
neither dusk nor dawn
can deceive me about leaves
I shed, keep, forgo
forget, give away, hold back—
each leaves something of a life
Written: May 23, 2024, For Silent One Lilith Contest
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Lilith is her Hebrew name.
Queen of night: with dainty shape.
that was of women who did gather.
she and Adam in lame ecstasy
who is devoid of such awful love?
raised on her not awe, as jovial.
but a worm-brood of cryptic dread
opts to forgo nest in destiny
mind flailing, moor-clad tie
denying him akin to a beast,
may turn her into a Hydra and urge
doubts of his utopia state
an arrow-like desire to cry out
on a vast path of his work
he finds human happiness
with tempting tension
unnamed things showed a curse
a mythical banshee haunted
as Melusine and Lamia later
Serpent-wives' feigned
or vampire witch drained evil
a scary burst of newborn kids' blood.
anxious faces noted before
In folklore, she appears
as a single dreadful being
dwelling in a birth-and-death abode
and closer, in our breath whispers
or esoteric love in disguise
her slung hair is a starry night.
Hail to Lilith, night-ruler
moonlight reveals whose power?
a dark enchantress was born.
from depths of the underworld
please mentor me, sweet soul,
your insight will enlighten me
Illuminate me with riddles
of a nighttime domain
she gladly bears me as a student.
together, will explore confined areas.
A goddess of the night, Lilith
Her power, dark and enigmatic
born not of Adam, but of clay
unbridled spirit ineffable power
she arose, as a figure of mystery
Beauty was a sight that binds
oh, tread gently, she is feral
her hunters must play her game
she's the devil's mother
a seductress, a snake queen
symbolizes passion and longing
glorious and maleficent
adored and feared for her power
a tremendous rage
Lilith isn't winged.
but a symbol of female vigor
accept her or reject her
Lilith is an eternal existence
a fiery storm of feminine fury
she is the mistress of a sad era.