Long Jewel Poems
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The passionate...pulsating rhythm,
Of your tasty...temple of doom.
Pounds a pummeling throb,
While hunting for buried treasure.
A lustrous...look like acid rain,
A hopeful...heart, a buried jewel.
My whip...willingly...whips,
A love escapade unwinds.
I raid your beautiful...body
Looking for the lost ark in the dark.
Erotic...exploration begins;
I explore a deeper crevice.
Solely...searching a secret tunnel,
Investigating, probing, and panting,
In the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
With my trusty archeological tool.
Hot wax poured...sizzling burns
The crimson scented wax streams
On this secret quest for love,
A stimulating last crusade.
Drops of salty...sweat
Bead from my fatigued...face
Dripping into the abyss of covers
And on the glistening skin.
Contrast: hitting the shiny...skin
The splash sound...is amplified.
A magnified grimace of pleasure
Protrudes the dark silhouette.
Steamy...lava skin yearns,
For a cool touch to extinguish
The heat of human friction while
Luscious...lips call out Dr. Jones.
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I see out on the horizon
My love lays waiting for me
Who she is, I don’t know yet
But she is my destiny
I don’t know how far I’ll go before I do meet her
I just know that she’s out there, somewhere in my future
I see out on the horizon
Success lays waiting for me
All the failures I have experienced
Will just be history
I don’t know how far I’ll go before I reach the golden ring
I just know I’ll grab that jewel before retiring
I see out on the horizon
A peaceful life lays waiting for me
All the chaos and confusion now
Will be replaced by serenity
I don’t know how far I’ll go before the calming of the storm
I just know when I do get there I’ll no longer feel forlorn
I see out on the horizon
Good deeds lay waiting for me
To show my appreciation
I’ll donate to charity
I don’t know how far I’ll go before I start my payments back
I just know I’ll pay interest and on that you can bet as fact
Today I take my first steps
Towards the horizon in front of me
There are no more excuses
For delaying my journey
I’m the only one who can get me there as the pilot of my ship
If I can help you reach your horizons too, come and join me on my trip
Her brilliant red veins can blind you
The shimmer of her leaves is deadly
Her allergens will find you
Thoughts of her vines weigh heavy
Ur mind will find no cure for her poison
Itching at ur desire
Memories burning with passion & fire
Thick vines climbing up the wall of ur dreamz
Robust leaves soaking up the sun beams
Longing for her touch consumes my every fiber
Her poison isn't fast like a viper
Beautiful to the eye shining like a jewel
Deadly to the touch of a fool
She'll leave u scarred and broken
Anaphylactic and chokin'
Her touch lingers under ur skin
The only relief is to touch her again
Lusting for her poison like a fiend
Searching the forest 4 her leaves of red & green
Poison Ivy climbes through my thoughts
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The Air of Amihan
Oh Sanggre Amihan, Keeper of the Jewel of Air
Give me the heart of affection & care
Affection for those who deserve mercy
Care for those who are feeling lonely
Impart to me the steadfast heart of Lireo
To stand up against the vileness of foe
Just like the air of life – let me surpass & endure
The calamities & trials that are always there for sure
Being the mother figure among the four fairies
Your arms serve as refuge from all miseries
The touch of your zephyr – oh soothe my burdened heart
Do not allow vexations to set us apart!
-02/24/2015
(Dumarao)
*Superhero Collection
“Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.” — Christy Ann Martine
Sundown. I enter the private beach through a rusty gate.
I walk towards an umbrella and sit in its shadow near my wife
Summer is warm. Hurrah for the sea that sparkles like a jewel .
Listen! Surface waves flutter and chase each other toward the beach.
I walk to the sandy edge mesmerised, listening to the sea’s melodious thrill.
Suddenly, I feel a push and find myself in the cool, wavy water.
I get up, mutter a curse, grab my wife. We plunge into the salty sea, kissing.
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I was born from the first spark
leaping between darkness and dawn~
a jewel-bright ember the sky released
when it wondered how to begin.
The wind shaped me from its longing,
taught me to hover between moments
so I could keep the world stitched
to its own trembling light.
Every beat of my translucent wings
is an ancient incantation~
a spell to keep the day from falling apart.
I drink from the throats of flowers
because they remember me.
Long ago, I carried their colors
into the empty morning,
scattering reds and golds
like seeds of fire.
They open now in recognition,
offering nectar as tribute
to the small god who once
gave them their names.
I am the keeper of swift miracles,
the courier of impossible motion.
When I cross a garden,
time bends to let me pass~
a brief shimmer, a myth in flight,
the world’s smallest thunder.
At dusk,
I fold myself into stillness
resting quietly
in the cradle of twilight.
A Shout into the Void
A shout into the colorless void between Eden and exile,
Between exile and eternity,
By the eternal hero
Like faith leaping milestones from the lion’s head
In the conjugal joining of Heaven’s sighs
In Hosanna’s Glorias
In the midnight where my wandering spirit
Leaves no footprints in blank shadows
Now no room in this vacuum for nothing
But the triumphant yell of grace.
Mute words once swallowed
A living exclamation point
To punctuate a tiny cry
From the jewel of the creator’s creation
Shattering emptiness
In a wink from the everlasting Genesis
Anticipation in waiting
Leaping into my fractal space
To catch my hurtling free fall
Into bottomless vast valleys of lost gravity.
Nativity spreads white wings
In expressions of prophetic prophecy
Between two distant edges
Devoid of destination and of definition,
Only silhouettes of fleeting emptiness,
Until
Mercy’s advent
Swaddles teardrops turned into crystal gems
Of everlasting joy
Echoing in the shattered void.
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In retro-wave glow, in twilight haze,
He rewinds the reel, lets static blaze.
Her voice returns like a phantom hymn,
Crooning of freedom, of shedding old skin.
Plaid jackets, cracked curbs, neon sighs—
They skated hard beneath pixel skies.
She was chaos, kohl-lined and cruel,
Spray-can dreams, a punked-out jewel.
Every scar a track, every slight a song,
She played it loud, dared the world to be wrong.
He watched her whirl like a comet unbound,
A canary in glass, too wild to be found.
And when she tapped his shoulder, said “Hello,”
The headphones split their worlds in stereo.
Her smile—an echo, her tape—divine,
Two rebels synced in magnetic time.
So let the boombox wail,
Let the vinyl crack and fail.
They’re dancing through the skips and hiss,
In every note, a stolen kiss.
No regrets, just sonic ghosts—
They haunt the chords they loved the most.
They dreamed of Saturn, of Parisian lagoons,
Of slaying monsters beneath twin moons.
She bled into ribbon, he into rhyme,
Together they bent the beat of time.
Now he’s grown, with plans and weight,
But presses play to recalibrate.
Does she linger in the hiss and hum?
A manifesto wrapped in drum?
Her voice still burns, her rhythm flies—
A spark beneath suburban skies.
So let the boombox wail,
Let the needle crack and flail.
They’re dancing through the skips and hiss,
In every note, a phantom kiss.
No regrets, just sonic ghosts—
They haunt the chords they loved the most.
She’s the flame in his cassette dream,
He’s the echo in her rebel scream.
Skateboards, static, cinnamon lips—
A love that lives in tape-deck skips.
So blast away the loneliness,
Let punk anthems cleanse the mess.
Like canaries in a coal mine song,
They warned the world, and still belong.
In the desert of silence, where thoughts are born from extinguished sands,
A creature without garments, with eyes burning like fallen stars,
Holds its pulsating heart in dry hands, like a poisoned gift,
And bites into it, eagerly, like a forbidden fruit of knowledge.
I ask it: "Is it sweet, friend, the taste of your cosmic blood?"
"Bitterness calls me," it replies, with a voice of a lost echo,
"But I feed on it, for bitterness is my hidden secret,
And because it is mine, just as the universe hides its stars in the night."
Under the vast sky, its soul is a river flowing among constellations,
And in the desert's silence, its whispers entwine with the wind,
Like a choir of spirits singing the longing for forgotten infinity,
Seeking meaning between chaos and life's ungrasped order.
Between us, the chasm is just a dream of separation, an ephemeral dance,
In which we seek the light that pierces the darkness of being,
And in the heart's bitterness, we find solace for eternal longing,
Like an ancient incantation, binding us to fallen stars.
We embrace solitude, like a jewel of shadow and light,
In which all the untold stories of time shine,
And in this mystery, we find ourselves again, fragments of the eternal,
Reflecting in the mirror of the universe, where all is one and the same.
We dance on the edge of the abyss, holding hands with shadows,
Seeking answers in the silence between heartbeats,
And in each verse that flows, like an underground river of thoughts,
We lose and find ourselves, in the cosmic melancholy of eternity.
There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.
Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander,
Ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
The very question seeks to sunder
Restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocate their ending without trace.
She shines against obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Tried at times the patience of formless Elohim
Stirred wings that whisper in the golden wind.
So She calls attention, having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
To tally up the Pros and Cons
Gather up such seeds as sown
Through troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.
So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where those angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.