one is a spark,
two is a clash,
three's a crowd bash
four twines the braid
squares up the sides
tradeoff abides
light the candle,
enjoy shared roles,
four conjoint souls
triad anguish
seeks a fourth goal
mandala whole
267.
Pagdangup Kay Maria
Oh Maria nga amon iloy
Dalangpan sg mga makaluluoy
Kami nagadangup sa Imo sg bug-os
Sa ti-on sg amon pag-antos.
-05/31/2014
(Dumarao)
*written this end of Flores De Mayo/Mayflower Offering to Mama Mary
The earth quakes, not to fault
This beauty;
Look at her face:
I would say she’s a dime;
Minus Jon and Kate,
Wheels 10 + 8;
Call her dark skin,
Optimus Prime –
Maria I want your bitter mouth
Maria I want your breasts of dank loam
your breasts of sullen ripeness
your breasts of childbirth
Maria I want the narcotic orchid of your tongue
I want your eyes of treason
your eyes of attack
your eyes of the moment of death
Maria I want to be washed up shipwrecked on your shore
I want to be buried in your breath
I want the venom of your passion to sear my veins
Maria I want to be a universe unborn kicking in your womb
Are Epicures the same as Epicenes?
“Indulging one’s own senses” – that one’s me.
The ripest fig, plucked from the lushest tree!
Sat here, I know precisely what it means,
amidst these blotting-pad pinks and peppermint greens –
more SingalongaMax than Syngman Rhee.
This is the gist – congeniality.
More Laterans and lattes than latrines.
I must have some Italian in my genes.
Too much, you think? A little over-the-top?
My humble view is, may it never stop!
I’d love to drown in white-veined porphyry!
How better to applaud the Master Plan
than make His Home as gorgeous as you can?
The feast, it happened, of Saints Peter and Paul.
I’d called in early for a final look
at Saint Teresa in her cosy nook
before the tourists made a shopping mall
of this delightful church. My plans on stall
(for Mass was under way), I soon forsook
my statue contemplation, since the hook
the sermon dangled caught me in its thrall.
Those two great saints of Roman pedigree
had done their time in prison, unlike us,
but (said the priest) our new captivity
is of our own creation – reasoned, thus:
“The Prison of the Ego”. Yes, that’s me.
To add one word would be superfluous.
The feast, it happened, of Saints Peter and Paul.
I’d called in early, for a final look
at Saint Teresa in her cosy nook,
before the tourists made a shopping mall
of this delightful church. My plans on stall
(for Mass was under way), I soon forsook
my statue contemplation, since the hook
the sermon dangled caught me in its thrall.
Those two great saints of Roman pedigree
had done their time in prison, unlike us,
but (said the priest) our new captivity
is of our own creation – reasoned, thus:
“The Prison of the Ego”. Yes, that’s me.
To add one word would be superfluous.
Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.
I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from my puppet strings severed
I placed my trust
that you’d come undone from your reign unjust...
And in your castle carved from fears,
bloom black orchids, drenched in thistles of tears,
veiling the moon with lethal lace,
perfumed with poison, in gruesome grace.
Yet I refuse to drown in the seas of the artless,
like a marionette, silenced and heartless:
for I am the silhouette of silk and solace,
soaring beyond chains of brutality and malice,
To an island where thorn less love blooms,
and faith is the melody to erase written gloom,
from the sinister streaks of the narcissistic sun-stain
I ricochet amidst the night and champagne rain...
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Maria, your voice, a gentle guide,
In the darkest of hours, you're by my side.
With every word, a soothing balm,
You ease my storm, restore my calm.
Your kindness flows like a healing stream,
In your care, I dare to dream.
Compassionate heart, always near,
You listen close, you truly hear.
Through every struggle, every fight,
You bring me back into the light.
Empathy wrapped in warm embrace,
In your presence, I find my place.
One of a kind, you're heaven-sent,
Maria, my guide, my firmament.
My Maria, I feel you here with me
My Maria you were more than a friend yet I gain
A sister I know longer have here,
My Maria “oh” how I will miss you saying “Hermana”
I know you’re no longer in pain and with your mother
My Maria I’m sorry for having to set boundaries
My Maria I couldn’t watch you hurt
I had to protect me too
Now my Maria is gone in Heaven
You have shown me a real friendship and unconditional love at the same time
We clash and bump heads but no matter what
My Maria was there
My Maria cared
My Maria loved my children
My Maria I miss you so
My Maria I’m struggling with my thoughts
My Maria when I received the phone call
I couldn’t breathe
I didn’t want to live
My Maria I still can’t believe your gone!
My Maria I need you!
A poem by the wonderful Maria Williams (copy link above)
Oh sweet Maria, thou art fair;
from thy feet's sole to thy hair.
Nature flawlessly carved thy frame
like a dame of mythical fame.
Let me to thee my will submit,
whilst our magnetic gazes meet.
Let me a sweet serenade sing,
as I to thee fair roses bring.
Elizabeth Marie Tall Chief
bigotry gave her grief
failing health, unsteady,
she railed, “Get my swan costume ready!”
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