Long Islets Poems

Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back 
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November 
every year, what a bum
er,...

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Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means...

discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized
state of body, mind, and spirit triage.

Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night
occurs earlier as the world turns  
beckoning, hinting, robbing passage...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil curse,
butta I avoid tempting him 
courtesy fanged...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil,
(albeit harmless) look
regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 13th,   2022

A long time graduate courtesy 
Hard Knocks alum,
once again yours truly 
posts reasonable rhyme 
about shortest day of the year.

Two o'clock Ante Meridiem 
nostri Jesu Christi 
hour...

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Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024

Hour hands clock back
sixty minutes of Autumn
round about same of month
every year, what a bummer,
an inconvenient truth
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating
hold over yesteryear doth drum
sensation...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth...

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When I appear there Nature seems to 
Dance and dance and dance, 
When I disappear she is prone to 
Weep and weep and weep. 

Withdraws all clouds from sky to set a 
Splendid scenery, 
So...

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Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
   sans yesteryear doth...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout cynthia moon 
of a bygone 
medieval saga, 
amidst heavenly 
eventides,...

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Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest

Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
       ...

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That day before I crossed you
I saw the Thames
Where Wordsworth stood alone
To pour his heart upon the wave.
And I open mouthed wondered 
By the banks
Of endless history
For ever intransigent
On the Thames eternal transience.
And then I...

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Out of blush, the sail is lifted by the sunset
                         ...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Two

All night her troubled sleep buffeted the makeshift ramparts
The flip-flop flop flop flop of her tears undermining hearts
The plaintive cry of the lone crane seeking the flock heading...

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There are times like these
When the blue is almost blinding
Suffocating
I am tired and I just need a place to sleep
Sleep so I don't have to spend more time chasing the other six Colours of 
The...

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Someone has said that every generation 
Has its golden lipstick era 
Philippines is not like that 
It's always beautiful and stunning
A special beauty for all ages
Glittering golden beaches
Somewhere in every island corner 
Of thousands islets...

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I am worried every time the sun
hides behind the mountain.
For the sky and the land will both turn dark, 
the shadows will wrap the surroundings, 
the birds will go to the twigs 
and leaves for...

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On a  Painting

Hey, what are you up to?
here is a sliver of earth
between two gravid rivers  ?

Swelling  with milk
they quelled  dyslexic lands 
that dried and cried in nobody’s tongue.
they too had...

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Vale Do Rico Homem 

A strange place, houses are as big as castles
tall forbidding wall on top, broken glass set 
in cement; gates that can withstand a tank.
A lush valley, but no bird songs, presumable...

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RED  SEA  RECALLED

Perim squints in sun without relief
Through its narrow windows
Towards the mirage
Of  Socotra’s pearled reef

Red and shallow sea floor
With coral islets shimmering
And rainbows of fish
Near its dusty rock shores  
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She bends over me as I sit yawning 
      morning lazy at the kitchen 
               ...

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Deep Unconscious is borderless world,
Full of image and things of symbolics,
None of emotion and things of logics,
By one's sense, they're rebuilt as virtual world.

Maria knows, things are meaningless in unconscious,
All goods and evils are decided...

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DANCE OF SPRING

Where deep mire marred our winter footpath ways
Now Spring brings transformation to these trails
As damp and cold no longer rule our days
The sun with caution gives us warm avails

Now islets firm attract discerning...

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Miserable Landscape
The scene I knew as child was undulating flat 
and the ocean of straw that mirrored the sky, light 
and dark, punctuated by islets of farms peopled by 
folks who lived a life of...

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through wet binoculars he squints again,
peers long and hard at where the waves
snarl, leap and claw at the ashen clouds
wafting much too low in this morning storm;


        ...

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