I fear death not for its permanence,
nor the inability to evade it,
but because I crave the word dancing on my tongue...
a mercury drop that splits and reunites,
drips from my lips like viscous iodine, ground glass,
and thick, cold nectar I'd never yearn to savor.
It is fast, a mechanical, shrieking bird
snatching the meaning from every word I've ever spoken.
It is a first love,
a phantom seen in my childhood nightmares,
a familiar bone in my being,
and I've never ceased loving its velvet rot.
What I yearn for I must fear:
When I acquire it,
my mouth will fill with ashes
and there is nothing else I can have or want,
and I will spend eternity cleaning my teeth with my rib.
In the dark night of the jungle,
During a thunderstorm and heavy rain,
A lone fawn appears in flashes of lightning,
Separated from its mother,
Frightened by wild creatures and wilderness.
The roar of clouds
And the terrifying roar of the king
Force it to hide behind a mound.
Time stretches like years,
Yet its endurance bears fruit.
The clouds lose their fury before the fragile fawn
And drift away like a defeated army.
Stars emerge; the fawn’s hope strengthens.
The moon lights its trembling path.
After a few dreadful hours,
Guided by patience and faith,
The fawn reunites with its mother
In the silver light of the moon.
43.
My 2nd Leaf
Picked thee from clusters
With red-like blisters
Shrub with thousand leaves
Packed flowers it gives
Hey! It's a “santan”!
The owner of thee
A rich family
Named Araneta
And Hachuela
Dumarao's elite
Glad birthday to her
Ma'am Inday's mother
Their clan reunites
Family invites
June One of this year
Beside the stairway
Flowers in array
On box plots planted
To porch surmounted
Abode's grand entrance
This day's important
Somehow jubilant
‘Bout thirteen years past
Since I was there last
This one's second time.
-06/01/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Self in singularity
lustrous and self-existent
polarises itself
to feel contrast
in fierce winds of duality
a form is shaped
from the elements
propelled by breath of God
mind and intellect
with bliss rooted in heart
upon death Self exists form
the five sheaths dissolve
then if soul is desireless
it too reunites in the Self
wherefrom it arose
however if soul has desires
that desires be fulfilled
it reincarnates again and again
until heart becomes quiescent
whence soul’s eye becomes single
True love a gift that got bestowed upon me. His presence a fairytale that I think of fondly. Our soulmate connection feels like I’ve fished a net full of stars. His lips an array of reds that paints the roses that I’ve held captive in my vase. My tummy a vessel where the summer butterflies do float. His eyes are like buckets full of the ocean on a green tiny boat. His face a perfect portrait of an artist best seller, my love bittersweet like a red wine cellar. True love a bargain where I would sell my soul. Just to feel true love that reunites my heart to whole.
Wandering out of place long since this morn.
Wishing on the moon to just be reborn.
A beginning anew healing past scorn.
Then came the dawning day ... pushing the clouds away,
And the stars at their play ... to meet the sunny ray.
About midday with the heavens above
Was so much more than I ever dreamed of.
Thanks to the shadows who gave me a shove.
Reunites a brother ... not unlike the other.
I, born to another ... she, my midnight mother.
Am I welcome, like the rose with a thorn,
To be beaming my smile once gone astray?
Outshining darkness, a labor of love
Risen from deep down no need to smother.
Shall not speak for others hearts
For I don’t know those
Though I have been all fulfilled
To glee then anguished lows
Perhaps I should had dealt with this
Better from the start
For hurtfulness and loneliness
Burrowed in my heart
Through trauma after trauma
Misery and grief
Some observed by others
Though most I hid beneath
This deep seeded sadness
Where I fell apart
I do feel will never heal
In my broken heart
How to overcome my woes
I am yet to learn`
Sleepless nights reunites
Tortures of concern
Whilst heartache penetrates my soul
from sorrow and sheer strife
I just accept all that’s kept
And pain, a part of life.
He beguiled me
with his smile.........
Meanwhile:
Its a struggle to write;
inspite on my mind
being all uptight
and alight
with excitement
It's a plight
frought with
delight
when applied
to provide sight
that ignites
being psyched
to new heights
and reunites
rewrites
priced into bytes
dispite
providing a guide
to decide
and set aside
my writing style...
Revelation shows the
Return of righteousness,
Resurrecting hope and
Restoring godliness;
Recovery from sin
Reunites humans who
Receive God's perfect peace.
Written April 14, 2021
for "Pleidaes 'P' Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
In the Hush
"It is finished!" over, complete
Echoing in the twilight hush
On Saturday's holy ground
Breathing through candles on the Sabbath table
Slowly vibrating to a fevered breath
Strong enough to shatter stone
And melt iron tipped spears to plowshares;
In sacred stillness
Centuries of exile emerge from catacombs of somnolence
In quiet breaths of quietude's understanding
And gather ragged edges of unsettled grieving,
To sit resolved with shredded edges,
Before the quivering daybreak can exhale
Before the Promise of the Ages readies to inhale
Sweet breath
Mystery of the miraculous dangles over
Smiles of silent satisfaction
Victory over the absurd re-enters
Awakening the soft slumber
Of Heaven's returning scarred Prince
In a stone womb sanctuary;
Death whimpers
Forgiveness reunites shallow breathing
In the wheeze of asthmatic gasps
And readies to explode on gales of the first rays
Of rising dawn
Piercing sorrow with breezes of wonder!
Alleluia!
human reason accords to climate
change realigns direction
world health reunites bold vision
sharing and caring become norm
lives matter for all everywhere
colour blindness prevails
Tehran back in the nuclear fold
rationale without borders
honesty debunks fake news
common ground speaks action
delivers more than empty phrases
kindness wins over pure power
09th November 2020
In case of contest win please donate to UNICEF
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
She That Time And Fate Can Never Erase
BEHOLD- she that a torn heart can repair,
a Venus that bright stars envy and praise
she that reflects morn's firstborn golden rays
sumptuous love, beyond mortal compare!
Soft as silk glistening as fallen dew
blithe spirit, born of Aphrodite's gifts
she of dreams, radiant hope sent so swift
treasured kisses that sets my world anew!
State of resplendent royal purple glow
siren serenading sweetest of songs
awarding respite from world's teeming throngs
sweet as honey, pure as fresh fallen snow!
"O, but for that end true love reunites,
may destiny's arrows fly swift and right!
Darling, my beloved- of beauty's grace
She that Time and Fate can never erase!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-25-2020
Sonnet, plus two( Lind-Sonnet And Two )
( Born of a summer of love in 1973 )
Yet now, thrives as a dream that was
once lived and now tis' deeply treasured!
Dedicated to the inspiration that Byron
and his magnificent poetry that he has
gifted to this too oft dark and sad world....
Fledgling child unclasps
Turns and flees,
Away unhitched.
Blatant rebel, free
Rejects parents as uncool,
But as an adult, reunites.
He took care of his ailing wife
Mary was so young
Faithful by her side
Fearing what his life
Would be without her
Needing her to hang on
Get better – she tried
It wasn’t meant to be
Dizzy fell to the deepest bowels
Of anger and despair
A burning pain imbedded in his heart
Inconsolable till the momentous night
Mary visited Dizzy in his dreams
Since then Dizzy shines
With an unworldly smile
And a new resolution
To make each day count
As he waits patiently
For the glorious day
He reunites with his Mary
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, 1st place 2021
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