Birthstones and horoscopes over a chi-square
Months with periscopes everywhere
Moon and Sun in shaded segments
Boon and pun in braided alignments
Spells and pleas yowling in the wilderness
Wells or seas swigging in emptiness
Thoughts wandering around
Droughts and dryness seething in a playground
Warmth or heat you nestled from scorching daylight
Cold air or dew drop sighed by moonlight
Wall clock that restricts your borrowed time
Or unseen counter that predicts your stolen dime
Each day that passes by
All day you ask without a bye
Each night that crawls in the dark
All your might you grope behind a scalded bark
Shadows that follow you
Wedge pillows you never had that haunt you
Tales in dreams that smother you
Puzzles in reams that harrow you...
Why bother when there's none to fear?
Fear only God who's able to hear
Your qualms will never leave you
Only until you believe they're never yours that weave you!
The burning sun fades slowly
Illuminating the moon brightly
Rejuvenating the stars silently
Embracing the darkness calmly
Dreams begin to form poetically
Flaky and golden, fresh from the sea,
Rich flavors awaken taste buds with glee.
Indulgence in every crispy bite.
Exquisite aroma, a pure delight.
Delicate texture, cooked just right.
Hand-battered perfection, seasoned with care,
Aromatic herbs drifting through the air.
Dish served hot, inviting and bright,
Dreams of oceans on plates tonight.
Opulent taste, savory and bold,
Crunchy outside, tender to hold.
Keen to savor, I take another bite.
Snowplows rumble through the night.
A distant tomorrow
already applauds a surprised sunrise.
Later, Sol turns the slushy ice to diamonds
while it digs the world out again.
For a while, the land is shoveled up,
cleaned and rolled into paper-light reams.
Whether the earth melts
or grows backyard glaciers,
skyscraping winds will blow down
deeper than ever before.
Eventually winter pileups
are pushed back
by the steamy breath of labor
and the prayers of those who only watch.
Machines continue cleaning up dead spaces,
constructing viewing platforms
for the fur-fluffed and swift winged onlookers.
Lazarus moments come and go
between the humped heaps of ice and snow.
Thoughts behave like patterned clouds
gently waft across a clear blue sky
Poetic verse must forthwith be recorded,
or exit brain and quickly pass you by
The predicament arises
when involved with other tings
Must address the urge to run upstairs,
write down the latest verse, immediately it rings
It's almost like a a burst of diarrhoea
not endured for many years, a hasty urgent caper
Apply the term poetic diarrhoea
the outcome of each is they use up reams of paper
Within that pause where silence stalls
A lucent sparkle whirls
Could it be stardust in the air
Caressing reams of grass?
While my heart in endless grief wails
This beam soothes rugged pain;
To gently pour its ray.
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Milky Ways, Mallow Pies, and M&M reams
The magnitude of calories astounds
Silky glazed chocolate pies and coconut creams
You pack 'em and snack 'em, then pack on the pounds
Malts for days, monster sized, and marshmallow teams
Slurpee slurping every Slurpee around
Your body art's stretched apart, bustin' the seams
Your ears are deaf to the warning bell's sound
You fold it and force it, till your corset screams
Your Chunky Monkey keeps you caged up and bound
You road this rollercoaster on Rocky Road dreams
Now a mile wide, riding a silky sweet mound
A stranger among reams of proposals
the original thought bided its time
Counting sheep while very much awake
the sheep eventually sheared
As the thought turned inward
not the least bit frantic
In search of meaning
where none might be found
E-ven
M-y
Z-ealous
M-ind
E-mbraces
D-reams,
E-very
N-ew
I-dea
L-eaps
L-ightly
A-head
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Emz Medenilla)
Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
M-y
E-xpression
L-ifts
O-ne's
D-reams
Y-early
P-rompting
A-nnual
N-oble
A-im
G-uided
L-iberally
I-nto
M-otivated
A-ction
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Melody A. Panaglima)
M-iracle
H-eart's
E-nergy
L-ights
D-reams
Z-estfully.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mheldz D. Gocalin)
A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally,
reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl
on the curving breasts of night. And they dance,
prance without restraint
onto altitudes of orbital light,
glistening through their
russet-gold flesh…
Somehow, these leaflets enter into my
dazzled world as if to murmur:
“We are here, but not for a long, my dear
so you must learn our celestial song ,
unfurl your wings across melodious rivers--
come dance with us ,your beauty fills…”
And my hips jut out like a riot
of dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies
towards the same aurora, draped
in a voile-skirt's embrace; my
arms and limbs circling in shapes unknown...mysterious
as autumn's moonlit croon,
while leaves flicker into a hushed
tempo of nightfall's revelry,
deliriously untame..
As much as anything,
we are our words --
increments of twists and
turns, joys~ inevitable burns
(one's acrobat of verbal
written being)
As much as anything
what we think we should
feel -- important less right
and wrong~
At our best when together
keeping it real --
Reams of letters freeing
can also be a bound fetter
less important is the letter
If only lines of division
let that paper go up
in flame! We are far
more than our portraits
and names, marble busts,
insatiable art-lusts
States have their politics
and God far above
a mere poet, inclined I am
more often to humbly settle
for simple verses of love --
Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today
Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
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