Long Luna Poems
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- 252 - fireflies -
phantasy times dream
luminous in the pitch dark -
does not charge in rain…
- 253 - luna -
bewitched by moonlight
it doesn't attack anyone -
loyal companion
- 254 -"trolltunga"
troll's tongue -
walks on the troll's tongue
a spectacular landscape
accept the challenge
- 255 -by sunshine -
huge cushioned mountains
snow shine in the eyelashes -
the soul's strings resting
- 256- frozen lake -
winter on water
transparent freezing of ice -
warm gray woolen socks
- 257 - survives -
off the beaten track
the river behind the barn -
small trees defiant
- 258 - winter sunset -
on heaven's canvas
watch the fire between portals -
blushing with beauty
- 259 - strength -
any type of rose
reaching for heavenly dreams -
the name doesn't matter
- 260 - almost untouched -
a dear place to live
this vibrant winter landscape -
time for enjoyment
- 261 - proximity -
an edge of the sky
the mind's silent guardians -
with life giving warmth
- 262 - forest elf -
before the midnight
wings glistening in dew pearls -
grew up in forest
- 263 - majestic -
bold as foaming waves
watch the sea with eagle eyes -
binocular view
- 264 - frozen -
nature's ice sculptures
an ephemeral beauty -
spirit of winter
- 265 - no chicken feet -
a steaming sauna
enjoy dip in the cold pool -
with resting heart rate
- 266- off and on -
strange whims of winter
thoughts of spring are comforting -
the old winter coat
- 267 - dazzling -
vibrant sunset fades
inevitable twilight -
the night silhouettes
- 268 - snow kiss -
the snowfall of grace
soft touch with a tender kiss -
mercy set me free
- 269 - landscape -
twilight light reflects
on the snow covered mountains -
air is fresh and crisp
26.01.2023
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Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME)
on the 90’s
Tito David is a Filipino model, journalist, actor in FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
Uprising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Knew by my late father
Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Met the Asia’s Song bird of the Philippines
Ms. Regine Velasquez
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
And the Song Writer
Mr. Ogie Alcasid
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tragic Car Accident happened
On October 11, 1999
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
In North County, Daly City, California
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. *
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ruin of me …
what was once
a bloom of promise
has become a wilderness of horrors
all for the sake
of your pearly light, strewn
that cornflower eye
that you open wide but once a month …
in my wistful youth,
I dreamt of your enchantments -
what dark-edged demon
were you looking for
that needed the bright of your full gaze?
you, a black-skinned cyclops
searching this orb
for the spell might set it free …
was that it, I mused?
each full face of the moon -
were you hoping for your liberty
and occasion to dance with the stars?
how could I have known in
my callow curiosity?
how could I have envisaged such
a diabolical truth?
it was ME you were searching for -
the chance to turn my blood
to molten metal
my teeth to daggers
and my body to a fiend of the moors -
twisted, powerful as an oak
and thirsting for flesh …
you, Luna
are the pearl of night -
the maiden of mysteries and magic, dark
the recreant lover of lycanthropy -
bane of my breath
and sweet salt of my doom
ages-times-ages ago
the vernal lad I was
wandered the high fells, lost -
dropped sleeping under a copse of cedars
and awakened to the gentle bite
of a broad, beautied canid
(your maidservant)
sable, with eyes of fire opal
the blue sheen of your vaulted gaze
daubing her fur like dew …
she had no intent of devouring me
no sense of animus at all
just PURPOSE -
purpose beyond my grasp
but the wait to discover just that,
was not long …
now -
now you stare like a harlot
these rare nights
just to see my monstrosity -
to behold the wonder of your accursed creation -
the genesis of genocide and guilt
that pierced the heart of a
wee boy of chastity
rife with hope and promise
then charred his dreamy aspirations
with veins of fire
and a conflagration of his marrow …
I … am the damned …
in your sight -
your blue-eyed midnight -
is where the man of me ends
and the beast begins
you, passion’s pain
who stirred my stripling soul
robbed me of my god
and flames my
coursings …
even now.
For the “1258 New Poem Only Poetry Contest”, Brian Strand Judge/Sponsor.
The man wandered through the lonely and desolate earth. Suffering a tribulation
of exile from human relationships. He was the last one, the only one, the only
man left on Gaia. Walking, he went forward, onto the hill where he shall be
saved. The darkness and purity emanating at the same time from the sacred
hill. What was his new fate to be? As he pondered he climbed to the top of the
hill and observed…
The animals, creatures of Gaia
Happy in the solace they found
Butterflies dancing between each other
A dance of courtship
A promise to share lives coherently
As beautiful as the butterflies were, they vanished
The man’s eyes averted quickly and saw…
Power, Dominance, Death, and Beauty
Beauty, oh… the irony
Distressed nature trying to rebirth areas of discontent
Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Hurricanes, and Tornadoes
Problems, but not
Beautiful, the tornado
Nature’s renewal
Absorbing impurities and leaving nothing but a fresh start
Volcanoes blew high stacks of lava
To the sky it rose, no boundaries
While being absorbed in the light of the crimson sky, the man saw something
invigorating…
Comets flying through the celestial heavens
The universe, one space with minor hindrances
Stars, eclipse, Luna, Life
New wonders in the black
Scared and awed at the same time the man looked away…
Trees dancing through the wind
Soothing white cherry blossoms mourning
Mourning the cycle of life into death
As they, the trees
Released the tears of nature’s spores
Sad to the fate of future comings, death
The end of the cycle
Now confused, the man looked abroad and set his eyes upon the whole picture…
All pieces of nature flow together
Life into death
Creation to birth
Controlled by the passages of time
Nature a whole unity
Every area of Mother Gaia is one
The balance perfect without the fingers of man tainting the purity
Then, the man’s memories came back. The human’s tainted ness was like a
cancer to the dear beloved Gaia. Killing her they were. Now the last one was left
to ponder the natural order and progression. Knowing his inevitable fate he
fulfilled his destiny. The man with his final breathes waited on the top of the hill
and passed slowly to the grip of the heavens.
Farewell…
Form:
**~~**
The balmy summer breeze
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors
Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth
With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor
But before she goes...
She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
"Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
Please...will you wait for my return?
Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
Slumbering peacefully -
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms
As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister
Cordially opens his welcoming hands
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands
Next he’ll greet the season’s sister
From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter
With his warm welcoming golden smile
37.
My beloved, you ever shine,
in all of my dreams, you are mine,
you are ever my Valentine.
In praise, I do caress you soft,
lifting your glowing heart aloft,
memories held in my heart’s loft.
Now, come and take wing, precious love,
you are love, in Heaven above,
you shall ever be my soft dove.
In praise, the birds do sing their song,
around your temple, they do belong,
sing our song, away from the throng,
In praise, flowers begin to sing,
together, we fly on love’s wing,
now, you are my everything.
Beside the starlight stream, we lie,
in passion’s embrace, we do fly.
38.
In passion’s embrace, we do fly,
we give our hearts to the night sky,
our sweet love shall sing, by and by.
When you are near, Luna shining,
the stars are our silver lining,
our hearts, they shall not be pining.
My love, I do feel love supreme,
you lie with me, within our dream,
in sacred dreams, you are my theme.
You are my beauty, Heaven’s grace,
you are my light, in Heavenly space,
our love shines, in love’s embrace.
Come, beloved, with me, do lie,
emotions, they can rise so high.
39.
Emotions, they can rise so high,
dreams of love, they do surely fly,
our deep love, it shall never die.
Shared within the confines of dream,
love, that is more than it may seem,
a joy sublime, a love supreme.
In love sublime, we share our peace,
within our love, all sorrows cease,
I now find joy, in love’s release.
In primal passion, our song sung,
with love’s fine grace, our hearts are stung,
joy comes forth when love’s bell is rung.
Come, my love, where the eagles cry,
on clouds of emotion, we do lie.
40.
On clouds of emotion, we do lie,
emotions, they can rise so high,
in passion’s embrace, we do fly.
What glory does dwell in our dreams?
In our joy, love is as it seems,
caressed by love-light, in moonbeams.
What wonders we see in the night,
your wondrous joy, love’s brightest light,
memories, dreams that shine so bright.
Passions we sow, love’s wondrous seed,
within love’s dreams, fulfill our need,
on gentle love, our hearts shall feed.
Always remember, love we knew,
in praise, Luna shines upon you.
To Be Continued..........
El dominio del alma
Una noche cualquiera sin ningún motivo he visto la luna y me ha nacido escribir pero no se que hacer la verdad dejare que mi subconsciente me domine y escriba lo que quiera……..mi miedo al futuro……chico tranquilo que se podría describir de un poco inquieto se apacienta su cuarto pensando mirando al techo de su cuarto perdiéndose en su mente y piensa solo en que será de él el día de mañana y casi siempre terminan llorando por el hecho de no saber por dónde empezar…..el párrafo nos relata una escena muy corta pero con el significado más profundo posible, la palabra INQUIETO con la cual comenzamos es de dar ha entender no en la parte física no en la parte mental por el hecho que la mente siempre tiene que estar en movimiento para el en su subconsciente, CUARTO es el punto esencial de la escena por que hay es donde los jóvenes más en soledad se encuentran normalmente es el había esencia para el pensamiento profundo en pocas palabras la escena real TECHO jajaja como parte esencial el hecho de que el mirar y dejar que la mente tome control del cuerpo y todo se sitúe en la mente para dejarla dejarla florecer DIA DE MAÑANA sin inventar sin saber sin conocer sin poder hacer nada LLORANDO cada gota tiene un significado que comienza desde bloques más adentro y siempre termina en el suelo sin importar Que y te preguntaras? De qué servirá todo esto pues la percepción va deriva por el hecho de las palabras son comunes entre los jóvenes por el hecho que estar mejor en su habita que es lo único que lo hace sentir seguro y el alma actúa cuando la mente le da ese permiso absoluto por eso siempre nos dicen que las lágrimas caen cuando están solas y se dicen que no son lágrimas normales si no lagrimas atrapadas por el hecho de no poder ser una solo persona en su cuarto, el había, la soledad, el dolor y las lágrimas son esa entra al alma que todos quisiéramos que nos controlara
Frase del día
Si la verdad no te hace sentir en paz será mejor que te olvides de tu alma por el hecho que el alma es la forma espiritual más real y verdadera que puedes alcanzar o estar preparado para el dolor de la verdad o estas en la tranquilidad de la mentira esperando ha que llegue a su fin
5/04/2023 7:51 ??
Just outside the window
a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
for her attention...
She can have her way with them...
yet, with such a wily nature, she passes over them,
and softly treads a path through the garden gate...
Her steps are light as dew, making not a sound...
as she hesitates to wake a slumbering rose...
and timidly brushes past a trellis of sleeping morning glories...
She peeks in, then slowly slithers through his open window, while he lies sleeping....
The angle of her glance makes his closed eyes flutter...
and he smiles....
Her appearance casts shadows on the far wall, as she stares across the room at him
She tarries for a moment
A reflected image on the mirror spreads her silken white cloth...
He feels her move over him...
He is kissed by this welcome intruder, ...hypnotized by her charm, and her cool breath...
Dazzled by this embrace, he tosses the quilt, in restless dream....
She caresses so softly, filling his heart, and making him sigh...
He basks in her love, and lies in sweet gratitude in his sleepy state
enraptured with sweet contentment
Soaking up and drunk with the intoxication of her shine
Outside, a lonely eucalyptus tree is jealous...
Impatient and longing to feel such affection....
It's branches clamor against the glass, hoping to break her spell on him...
But, woefully....
angry clouds intrude to steal away the moment...
She runs and hides!
No longer does he feel the kiss,...the sweet lunar incandescence of her breath...
The seduction of her glow...
Coolness and disappointment envelop him as darkness returns again...
And he is once again alone in the shadows of the dark
He must pull his blanket up, and dream of other lovers.....
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For Dr. Ram Mehta's contest..."Luna... Goddess of the Moon"
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
My thoughts are swimming against the current,
seeking, ever searching for threads into the past
that will seamlessly stitch them with the present
as though they were sewn by the hand of God.
I laud my memories, fondly embracing each of them
as they illuminate the faces of loved ones.
I still hear their laughter, dry their tears of sorrow,
remembering when I turned their frowns into smiles.
But in reminiscing of the past, I cannot live.
I hope each tomorrow will make me more aware
of how to release pain to gain more pleasure in life.
It's like the shedding leaves of a Maple tree
in the days of Autumn, yet realizing there is worth
in its bare branched limbs, for as sure as sap flows
in Winter, thoughts in my mind and heart also
produce sugar sweet syrup as its just reward.
There's no chilly Winter when I am discontent.
No moment in Spring when I need to lament
Autumn leaves may fall, but it's Nature's intent
And Summer is the season of personal advent.
Balmy Summer ~ the season of warmer months,
a time when my senses are more closely in tune
and aligned with the setting of an amber sun
when I sit beneath the gently swaying arms
of a willow, clearing my mind of worrisome things.
It's the time of year when in darkness I appreciate
the soft silver glow of the full moon's shimmering light
as it offers me the impetus to write rhyming tercets
while watching millions of shining stars surround Luna
as if she were a ring, and they her diamond baguettes.
In those times, I clear my mind of all white noise
to enjoy the trilling calls of meadowlarks that sing
and watch the flight of tiny sparrows on the wing.
It's when I shed the harness that reins me in
and accept the freedom to merge and cojoin
every part of my being into one distinctive tenant.
One who dwells inside of me with perfect coalescence
of sweet and savory, components that blend
my past and present in a continuum of the here and now,
sewn together with solace, creating a serene soul.
I’ve said this before (and I’ll likely say it again!) about our cabin in the trees…
How it’s not just a cabin…it’s a cabin filled with memories.
Memories…compiled from the time our children and grandchildren were small…
each memory plays a part in the magic painted on its walls.
And the way I feel about our cabin…I know I’m not alone
because everyone who’s ever visited…takes away memories of their own.
Some of our memories that surface when we reach the cabin…are of Deborah’s sister Pris…
Her memories remind us of how much fun we had together…
and how much and often she is missed.
After her funeral in Florida years ago we escaped to our cabin
and that same evening a luna moth perched herself upon our door….
in all our years coming to the cabin…we’d never seen one there before.
When we saw the luna moth we immediately took her as a sign…
a message from Pris herself…that everything was fine.
The luna moth…was telling us…in a natural way so sweet…
that when it came to Pris from this world to the next…her transformation was complete.
Now when we visit the cabin…we’re never sure how or when…
Pris, in her luna moth form, will visit us again.
This morning on our porch I sat down to write a poem…
(after last nights rain the morning air was colder)
and as I was wondering what I was going to write…A luna moth landed on my shoulder.
I’m not great at understanding Luna moth speech…but near as I could tell
Pris wanted her family to know that she’s still doing well.
And she wanted her sister, her children, her grandchildren,
and great-grandchildren to know…from wherever luna moths come from…
how proud she is of all of them…and the people they’ve become.
So perched upon my shoulder…in the early morning dawn
Pris helped me write this little poem…and when we finished…she was gone.
You may be wondering if these luna moths who visit at the cabin then depart…
are really Pris or just a little bit of wishful thinking on my part…
It could be this phenomenon is a lot like love…all in the eye of the beholder…
then again I think I’ll wait around and ask Pris…the next time she lands upon my shoulder.