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A secondhand corner
Bookstore – I wonder what book will
Choose to make itself known to me today.
Dust or dialogue,
Extraction or echo,
Full-page or fiction? As I enter the
Gateway of the fixation of words – I wonder…
How many homes, people, miles you have been
Introduced to,
Jaunted, or come across? How your
Kindred-ness has inspired so many –
Living through pages, with your tree spirit still alive.
Mediator through human madness,
Navigation through understanding,
Openness through touch. With every
Page turned, how it nourishes a single soul –
Quantifying. Though each
Reader finds different meaning with a new word –
Side note. Though my trip
To the bookstore is coming an end – You are truly the spitting image of what
Universal unification exudes – of what humans allow, that is.
Verso, ending where another can begin again. To find new meaning
Worldwide to create their own place.
Xeric plant from the seed planted – Foundation. As I walk outside,
Yellow birds flying together, and how
Zen harmonizes the day.
After it all ended
But a moment before he left
Casted me away
Did what i had dread
Expressed his discomfort over
Fights we never had fought
Gave up on us
Handed my heart back
I felt a void form inside
Just a tiny black hole
Killing me at leisure
Love did poison me whole
My mind and heart
Never to be same again
Often my devotion was red, now
Purple and black it bruised
Quiet terrors of the night painted
Raging and sobbing my core
Said a few things more
Take your leave darling
Wellness may find your way
Voice shaking, eyes tearing
Xeric my land is left
Yours, i pray, will never face this doom
Zero flowers, while, in mine bloom.
Canal channel calm
Calm swan route rowed
Rowed with your oars
Oars of square shoulders
Shoulders I sheltered beneath
Beneath your wings afloat
Afloat on luxe lake
Lake made me safe
Safe with your sage
Sage directed my passage
Passage protected
Protected from the ocean
Ocean of troubled tumult
Tumult groomed off my coat
Coat you fitted with new buttons
Buttons you held
Held securely together
Together we travesed
Traversed rivers flowing
Flowing patiently
Patiently picking me up
Picking up my supplies
Supplied my fantasy
My fantasy you strove
Strove to give
Give without hesitation
Without you I'm xeric
Xeric forlorn flimsy
Flimsy as a fledgling
As a cygnet in the surf, helpless
Helpless, hapless in danger
Danger eradicated
Exchanged for feathered heaven
Feathered my fall each time
Time I took from you, mine
Mine to entwine your vigor
Vigor towards your growth
Towards seperate ideals
Ideal provision
Provided constant care
Care dealt with no cost
Cost feeble offspring pressure
Pressure pulling on your wings
Wings lifted stretched out of reach
Reach their own potential
Potential to strengthen
Strengthen our bond
Bond of production
Producing competence
Competent, unburdened
16th January
Degrees of Separation
- for Jameille -
Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will never fetch nor wart nor prince.
Beware lest grim gaboons give you a face full;
Hyena's haunting laugh makes haughty hippos wince.
Iguanas ignorantly ignore sunscreen on their eyelids;
Jaguars judiciously adjure a jungle nook.
Kangaroos are kind of cute when they have cute kids;
In Lima llamas leap and lastly look.
Mountain lions may masquerade as pumas;
Nimble narwhal's noble spear's his joy and pride.
Opossums opt not to oppose those "play dead" rumors;
Prosaic penguins probably take leglessness in stride.
Quails quibble querulously in quorums;
Raccoons rinse their rations when they eat.
A snail can wreak some slimy harum-scarum;
Tarantulas tout tasty toads as treats.
Urutus usually undulate in jungles;
Vultures vainly vote for haute cuisine.
A wildebeest's a waggish work somebody bungled;
Xeric xenops don't exactly tan, they just stay green.
Yenta yaks may yell and yowl when they feel chatty;
Zany zebra's zoned in black, or white, if you prefer.
I pray this piece will play and not seem "catty",
SPCA's raucous ridicule I'd rather not incur,
For these bits of critterary trivia, A to Z,
Are things I never learned from Marlin Perkins*, R.I.P.
*For those of you, dear readers, who may not know, or who may not remember, Marlin Perkins was the host of the long-running NBC nature series, "Wild Kingdom", which aired on Sunday nights from 1963-1971.
All is calm; all is
Bright on this lovely
Christmas Eve night.
Do you see how
Easily the smiles come?
Feel the warmth that envelops you and
Glows in loved ones' eyes.
Hear the fervent joy
In celebrants' voices as they
Jubilantly sing of the infant
King who lay in a manger so
Long ago, born to redeem
Mankind from sin.
Now let's look at the
Other side of the season:
Platters of tasty food, Dad
Quoting "'Twas the Night . . .," kids
Receiving long-awaited toys
Santa delivered,
Telling funny stories, standing
Under the mistletoe . . . Let's appreciate these
Vivid, memorable scenes
Which will be springs of inspiration in
Xeric times during the coming
Year. Relish every moment.
Zealously embrace this season of smiles.
December 25, 2015 (posted)
Placed 2nd in Shadow Hamilton's Abecedarian Contest, January '16
entered in Geraldine Taylor's Creative Collective Anthology Series Contest
on July 4, 2017 Placed 5th
February 22, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 20
June 28, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Seasons, Festivals, etc., Contest
February 7, 2020, entered in Caren Krutsinger's Abecedarian Contest
Australia, you promised plenty
Buildings replacing trees and views
Concrete covers the sacred lands
Developers grab even more
Energy draining quickly
Farmland naked where once bush grew
Green landscape now just scars
Humble pleas go unheard
Justice lost behind closed doors
Lost children in a lost land
Money begets murder done
Nobody left to save this land
Open scars where miners dig
Prosperity flows away
Quietly the land cries
Religion an early cause
Scars everywhere we see scars
Trembling mountains fall in pain
Understand the land that cries
Victims silenced by gun and law
Wisdom from elders taken
Xeric land now appears
Yearnings to change the past
Zephyr sweeps a damaged land.
And then the blunders of the past merged into serenity. Tranquility
ensued where wild storms had been raging.‘Safe travels’, they whispered
‘now you’re prepared and able to let go.’ The past became a beacon and compass when the ocean parted and gave life to the desert. A lizard danced around a bouquet of flowers. Devil’s Claw and Fairy Duster held hands as they swirled. Pirouetted once awoken from their slumber. Broken dreams reassembled for a new dawn.
aghast no longer he counted his many blessings
bewildering torment had faded into understanding
Charon gifted the Styx to recede for the time being
devils had stated their demonic point and gave way
enthused he rubbed his eyes from the fairy dust
foreclosed void and oblivion and grasped a nettle
ground zero recovered joy from smoldering ashes
he who mastered turmoil and uncomfortable truth
in defiance of hardship alighted from the drought
journeymen carry a flickering flame in their hearts
Kasim gave thanks to depression and disorientation
loosened the straps of straightjacket and shackles
myriads of dead ends gave birth to a fork in the road
navigated the spell of his name ‘controller of anger’
of meaning ‘defender protector gift division and oath’
purveyor of healing in the wilderness of doomed fate
‘Quo vadis’ they shouted ‘Veni Vidi Vici’ he replied
reliving bygone disaster had served malevolent dues
satisfied their purpose and may now rest in peace
transformation is not for fainthearted soulless minds
unveils instead signposts of blessed lessons for fun
vitality sprung upon him and recoiled from delusion
wasted no time once out of the box of tangled demise
xeric confusion ceased to dissatisfy unbearable thirst
yataghan’s lost handle reappeared and he gave thanks
zodiac longing finally offered surrender and firm gratitude
03rd August 2020
Quo Vadis? - Where are you going?
Veni Vidi Vici - I came saw and conquered
a yataghan is a double blade Turkish sword with no handle
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
Afterglow, the way you shine, awakening delicate as early morning dew
Beautiful, always the memory of our first time
Charming, the way you blushed as I stroked your cheek
Divine, the tatse of your lips upon mine
Elegant, your style, your passion
First and always, I will remember your trembling hand as I took hold
Graciously, I bow out, knowing my own defeat
Harmoniously, we stutter and stammer our conversation
I will always remember
Jealously I submit to let the world share you as you must leave
Keeping evermore this moment in my heart
Loyal I guard the secrets of our only night
Maybe, just maybe, you will return
No, no I know I am wishful thinking
Over, it's over, so much ending so soon
Promises, promises made and yet the cold light of day breaks their intent
Quietly, hush, there's nothing more to be said
Regrets do not belong in this moment, this time, this place.
Stolen, the hours we shared, never mine to keep
Trusting, those eyes that need not ask for my silence
Undying, such undying love
Virginal white, the sheets which we lay upon
Wanting more, so much more
Xeric, so dry, so barren, my thirst once quenched by the oasis that is lost
You the embodiment of my soul, the only home my heart resides in.
Zero, from nothing you came, and to nothing I now return.
The Zweiback Warrior
Zweiback cookies – teething biscuits
Yucky, gnawed upon, gummed delights
Xeric surface absorbing wanton drool
Wielded, by the toothless cherub, in
Valiant fencing stance encumbered by
Unsteady footwork of diapered distress.
Tongue licking the blunted sword tip
Short sticky fingers grasping the hilt
Reeling under the self’s relentless
Quest to free the imprisoned.
Pursed lips immune to all assaults,
Open gates of tormented demon
Nourished by the wailing
Moans of twice baked relief,
Lulled into the whimpering
Kingdom of the succulent biscotti.
Jaws clenched on mercy’s mushiness
Ingesting its flavored fluids,
Holding the healing wand
Gripping it tightly lest it be lost.
Featureless, the ravaged cookie, is
Eased from the grasp of the
Duelist sleeping hand.
Champion of the
Battle for
A tooth.
7/12/2015
submitted to – Abecedarian – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton