clouds think of stars
my Milkyway bars
motionless water
on
heart open
to
blue skies
the trees are still green
well whatever
J-ust
O-ne
A-nd
N-o
S-ubstitute
A-fter
L-etters
U-tilize
N-ame's
D-irection
A-s
G-uide
U-sed
I-n
T-hinking
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Joan Salundaguit)
M-essages
A-re
U-sually
R-elayed,
E-xpressing
E-very
N-uance
U-ntil
R-eceivers
S-imply
U-nderstand
A-ll
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Maureen J. Ursua)
There is a fair measure in things
there is a middle ground in everything
there must be order even in the mess
est modus in rebus
A true sentence
As Hemingway said, start with a true sentence
the roof of the school building, I can see from
where I sit on a cloudy day is grey as lead
when lit up by sunlight that has broken through
the clouds, it turns silvery and pleasant to see
That is, a true sentence about what I see, but it
is not what I'm thinking is a love story that
began a summer's day, lasted with its drama
when days got shorter and the wind bitter
leaves shrunk and fell on a rainy street
The true sentence is the gripping sadness
the knowledge that the best of my time has gone
Life is not a short street
with a single address...
Life is a long road with many
addresses along the way
The final sentence that I wrote –
Ragged words I could not speak –
And so the sentence for me spoke
The letters written on the sheet –
The words I wrote but could not speak
Read my sentence back to me
Like shards of glass in bas relief
Spoken there for me to hear –
It read my sentence word for word
I dared not breathe – I could not speak –
‘Twas worse than I had ever heard
The words I’d written on the sheet
And though I wrote what now I heard
– The sentence and the words it spoke –
I could not take it at its word –
I took the sentence that I wrote
And dashed it on the rocks! The words,
The letters, fell – the sentence broke
And as it broke my spirit stirred
And something pure – in me – awoke –
{"I convicted myself into a death sentence when it came to dote on, bear the witnesses because they saw me alleviate the tears nobody had reconciled or dared to wipe away; they simply did not.
The smoke is flaming inside of me, and it isn’t dwelling away or even sufficing. They replenish my lungs in exasperation as I flunk to inhale a tad bit of reinvigorated air.
You slaughtered me in a way nobody has. Whereas now they beg for the forgiveness of the broken. They measly take a stand and testify against it. I whisper to myself like a madman, for you shan’t be convicted of manslaughter, and I shan’t forgive you in any way probable.
Your actions don’t merit punishment behind bars,
you deserve death as I have reached my own demise a million times over; bear the burden I have felt, one that cannot slide open the portico and make a legitimate run for it. I let it in me, fused it, relived it.
I inhaled the smoke of a Cigar and let it ruin me all in all, then I testified against all odds;
‘It is what it is.’"}
That event still stucked in my head,
deep in,
I thought it hurted my heart,
but it did heal.
I remember it not visually at all,
but I remember crying of an nightmare of chacky,
crying full of sadness, even though I forced myself to take a sip the day before.
Ran I did immedietly to dad,
you were the only one standing in the dark.
Even though I had the fault, I saw the uncertainy in your eyes.
Gently you pat my head, like you always did and held it to yours.
And you said to me, say:
"I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Allah suffices as a guide. Allah is the Eternal, Absolute. He begets not, nor was He begotten, and there is none comparable to Him."
And kissed me on the side of both cheeks.
Now I could sleep tight.
People should be warned, people should get wise,
Or else they might find, a nasty surprise,
Early hours, Tuesday, sirens broke the peace,
That was the sound of Poetry Police,
Rushing to the door, I asked “what’s my crime?
You know, that I, take my books back on time”.
Politely smiling, they brushed me aside,
Only then I knew, that I couldn’t hide,
Loose leaf, single sheets, gliding to the ground,
Incriminating, alliterative sound,
Crying in the dock, I said, “Judge you’re wrong,
Everyone knows, this sentence is too long…”
Dismissive I got, not answering your calls anymore.
It's sad that you don't know the Signal.
No, you don't need to look what is hiding behind it.
You have no right.
Fear less fearless, you will lose freedom;
Rejoice with real revolution;
In the atoms of a bomb
our disturbing past blasts
with a renewed rage;
A death sentence
of silence
filled with
tears.
Back and forth the monkey paces
Alone is his small backyard cage.
He did not make his cramped cage,
But the small cage makes him.
Far away, he sees children in a park
Running free and laughing.
He also sees birds flying free
And singing far from his small cage.
But in his barred cramped world,
He can only take short paces
Then swing rhythmically back and forth,
Back and forth, among the bars,
From day to day and year to year.
The monkey does not laugh or sing,
And no one plays with him.
Long ago, when he was young,
He ran free in a jungle with his brothers.
But now, he only takes short paces
Then swings back and forth,
And back and forth,
Waiting for a solitary death
That may not come for years.
The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes
Set upon me like a lock on prey
Persecution for the crime of being small
Groundless accusation I have yet to discern
Though it seems the world has already done so
I am by fault a timid being
Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition
I am neither here nor there
Neither bright nor shadow
I stand with shaking knees
Sit with shaking hands
Interrogated for moments or hours
I’ve been forced to shrink
Forced to fold into myself,
But I am the one standing before a judge
The verdict readies itself to change a life
I receive my sentence with salted, glass eyes
Doomed to life without a chance
-s.grace
Love..marriage...family-
community's glue
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