Long Full blooded Poems

Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night 
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen 
In the water pools in the middle...

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You can feel it spinning
                              ...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on this melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start each day with gratitude
for warmth...

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Long ago in a small village lived two shy and awkward children. A boy and a girl. The girl's name was Amelia. He called her Melia. The boy's name was Louis. She called him Louie....

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When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow...

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DOES CHANGE CHANGE?
For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance 
Enter oblivious existence
That the present may succeed the past
For things now visible and feasible
Were once...

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Manila folder,
Growing older,
Lying on table,
Watching other files,
Grow bolder,
It was earlier looked upon,
Now ignored,
As if it was dead,
After a bloody gore,
They had submerged in its custody,
A lot many papers and notes,
Carrying dates and events,
About people and...

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Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond 
inferior sensual nature?

Why is...

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I have dug this one out of the poetry attic; composed when a teen, hence the dated references. Fellow Soupers of my age-group (60 in a few weeks- Yikes!) might enjoy it:

Friend, watch out! They're...

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Blessed by God as a full-blooded Filipina
I’m endowed with great cultural heritage of Asia
Distinctively that of the Benguet “Kankana-ey” tribe of the Cordillera
Enriching my country, the Philippines, of her unique role in the global agenda.

Grateful...

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Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.

Her...

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To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district...

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I believe
our current overly competitive economy of commodification,
our environmental critical climate transitional era,
is a blip on the screen of history
and autonomic, intrinsic perma-culture,
a Positive Deviant aberration
now drawing to a quick close
because both history and culture...

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Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.

At...

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She was raised on the shorelines of Lake Wawasee
her mother a full-blooded Miami
and her father now buried on Syracuse Hill 
said she will have his eyes. 

She’ll always remember the day that he died
with fading...

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once while sailing on the sea
my sail boat sunk deserting me
i treaded water as long as i could
i needed something like a block of wood
but just when there was no hope left
just before my very...

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Inside the womb of
death 
Secretly sits a full
blooded young sage 
He is alone in his
own kingdom 
In a posture of deep
meditation  
Administering all of
us with iron hand 
While he keeps his
eyes closed tight 
No...

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"One of the Boys"
One of those tote carrying 
cardholdin' members 
Levi jeans wearing
tobacco can imprinted 
baseball cap with the
accessorized fishhook in it
An ol' southern boy
who likes his toys,
his Jim Bean and Roy
argues over Ford or
Chevrolet.
Pick-up...

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I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting 
breast is buoyed by a...

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I'm facing hard times here let me explain
I almost lost the love of my life last night
and I almost feel ashamed
I can say it's all good but, really it's not
I'm a poet like no other...

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Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM

I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks,
Delight in sounds we made.
The gourd chants to our ancestors,
It binds our souls with theirs.

I delight, despite echoes, bounce,
Midst, the palm fruits, eats...

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A full blooded goddess that's what you are
Raised in Mt. Olympus that's very far
Endowed with an endless beauty and wit
I am asking you not to let me fall in a lovers pit

Oh goddess of love...

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HANNIBAL’S CHOICE OF MENU

Now Hannibal; was a bit more renowned as to the rest
Suave and sophisticated; intellectually he was the best 

All because his Moma always told him to eat his greens 
Ate Maureen fried...

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The full blooded body of wine, “is it Wine”? 
Stains your already deep Rose lips
Through the green of the glass vessel,
Behind the dying flame of wax, I see you.
Wine stains your dress and lips; 
While...

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I, born of the Cherokee man,
As their mothers and fathers were,
No blending to erase because of race,
I, a full-blooded Cherokee man.
 
Raised by a white man, 
Without Cherokee blood.

Grew old in my blood,
Memories not told.

Known...

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