Written July 05, 2025
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I am anchored when I am a garnet,
The mineral topaz when I shine.
A midnight fantasy of moonstone,
This precious gem's spirit is mine.
Emerald ideas are proliferating,
Within the gardens of my brain.
As opalescent moods still fluctuate,
With indeterminate strain.
I illuminate, akin to a glass prism,
When elation continues to rise.
A Sapphire flame symbolizes justice,
Increasingly irritates my eyes.
When shadows start to thicken,
I don the obsidian stones' grace.
And allow the illumination of jasper,
Restore equilibrium in my living space.
Each diamond carries a whisper,
A truth that I have been able to flow—
This even caused fractures in the facets.
Still catching the dawn glow.
I evolved from stardust,
With spiral galaxies to approve.
Should you perceive that sparkle—
You are stardust, companion, and groove.
Slavery is all over the world
The Filipinos are victims of slavery
We have been slaves by Spaniards
We have been slaves by Japanese
We have been slaves by Americans
Our government are fighting slavery
Poor people, we only have government
What if government is the one oppressing
What happen now, the left leaning
The yellow hardliners, the red loyalist
The Lower House, the Senate are united
In oppression, one in corruption, in united team
Oppressing the people, political persecution
Of Political enemies and peoples of faith
Politician have been blinded by money
Which money of the people, tax payers money
Mainstream media is now fostering fake news
The people are smelling silent dictatorship
The people are feeling silent Martial Law
Drugs, crimes and smuggling are proliferating
My country is going to be an anarchy
My country is going to the dogs
My country is going to the crocs
My people is in quandary right now
God, please intervene the affairs of my country, Philippines.
Boomers from here to anon,
What turned us all on?
Our blue jeans of love,
Marched for peaceful doves,
Sun baking for brown.
Skin blotches do cast frown,
Our denim survives,
Silvers staying alive,
So far, so good, I'm stating,
Freckles still proliferating,
Feeling young never grows old,
We're boomers, do be told!
if I could but reach
a little bit further,
the Baltic winds, the Irish Sea,
not even the Atlantic
could my need for misgivings divide
what a trespass to be whole!
let no thing restore my soul
not swells of madness,
nor gladness proliferating
in form of second chances
stockpiled in veneration of the return
let not my feet
ingratiate the hums beneath
the home-lit flooring
after peaking Tetnuldi
or even Cairn Gorm.
because what is peace
but the absence of being driven?
let sleep be my portion
of that place, and life
in motion be its own recompense
Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
Here on Stillness the eruptions come violently
As long, cold days extend into the Fifth Season
The orogenes are proliferating exponentially
For which the struggling women find no reason.
Stone Eater, an orogenes of no small renown,
Searches for power draining the energy grout
To gain control over the earth’s seismic breakdown
But the women know already, there’s no way out!
Written October 31, 2022
Submitted to “The Fifth Season” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Why are serial killers so fascinating?
Stories about them are proliferating
Is it that our inner nature is macabre?
We are intrigued by the actions of a mob,
Traffic slows for a look at an accident
Our attention is drawn to an incident,
We must crave excitement in our lives
Learning people get carved up with knives,
Anything that captivates our attention,
Even some things I dare not mention.
We are intrigued by bad to the worse,
Yes, even stopping to stare at a hearse.
Written October 6, 2022
Corals
erubescent, effervescent
proliferating, enticing, embellishing
Acropora, Montipora, Isanthus, Actinia
tickling, electrifying, jolting
grotesque, virulent
Anemones
19 August 2022
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
1st place
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
The future is here
The future is here
They say we live in an SF world
Everyday SF stories become real
AI proliferating
Robots cooks, robot workers,
Soon robot maids, robot drivers
Yet our politics
Fighting the battles
Of the past
With the challenges
Of the future
Overwhelming us all
Where it ends
My friends are anyone guest
All I have are questions
Will the promise
Of technological marvels
Benefiting us all come to past
Or will it lead to a world
Where the powerful
Control the technology
Will a real ai be a god-like figure
Will humanity become nothing
But slaves to the AI supermind
That may be the future
Coming at us
The future is here
I don’t know
Whether to fear
The future or embrace it
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Smiles of true happiness
laughter proliferating within the night
Lust throughout the air
love at first sight
My heart starts beating faster
if the touch is just right
I can’t describe this feeling
when we hold each other tight
Feeling like we are last two on earth
alone to fight the fight
Caressing you ever so gently
on this moonlit evening night
Tranquillity has me feeling
my love so deep for you
Hoping in this moment
our passion will prove our truth
Hope you never leave
Hope I never go
Remembering in the end
That this love that we have built
will always shine and glow
ethereal
summer magic
under your charm
a hex and a spell
as sunrays
with marvel
unfurl with glee
proliferating
joy and wonder
across the land
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on May 8, 2020
I am the president of the Proliferating Society he told me smugly.
What do you do? I asked.
He thought for a bit. “We prolificate things”.
“Like what?”
We are currently prolificating private eyes.
Where do you prolificate them to?
We do not prolificate them to places, we just prolificate them.
Sounds like fun, I said. “Sign me up”, not really meaning it.
I have grown a forest of thoughts in my mind,
Autumn and springs visit by turn.
Sometimes it becomes so dense and deep
sun rays can’t reach the underneath
and allow proliferating weeds.
Sometimes it’s utterly desolate
Not a single blade of grass can be seen.
I try my best to keep it evergreen
nevertheless, I am a human being.
10/11/19
So what did happen to old Cocky,
Swearing away, profanity?
We gave him a new abode,
A cage in a nursing home,
Old Cocky struck it lucky,
Full of parrots, like he,
Cocky believed in sharing,
Oldies heard unique caring,
Cocky and Co. would greet each day,
In his inimitable way,
"You fat f....ing c...s, get out of bed!"
Not sure this is what geriatrics meant,
Cocky and Co. abuse the residents,
Yes, Cocky was communicating,
Soon every Cocky was proliferating,
Cocky's happy ending! Let's pray,
He is still alive and swearing today!
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