The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I can no longer stay in my bed and hide.
It is the beginning of a brand new day.
There is no time to go outside, run, and play.
My job at a busy building calls my name.
The nation's economy is what I blame!
Categories:
weekday, morning, work,
Form: Rispetto
At the opened door of the weekday
The throat of the gate is choked
With the clamour of the cliché
of Aluta continua!
The little drop of hope
For the poor to breath on
Is now for the rich to tope
We might be covered
Like a stone in the grass
Yet still, we shall rise
Like sunlight from the sea.
Education is a right
Not a privilege
Why always the poor with austerity?
Why always the lower being suffocated?
Despite we are all the green and white.
The sun's protested for the pain
Even the cloud's lamented
Are we not the same?
Outside the board
You show your responsibility
But those under suffer a lot.
Why the hard decision on us?
Why extorting the little we could use
For the survival of our dinner dine?
Why forcing our future out of us?
Why so cruel
That you see everyone in your shoes?
The street has no choice,
Many talents will drop as your desire
We struggle to live!
We are students,
Not cash cows!
We shall not be broken!
Our flag will always fly on sky!
Our song will always be sung!
Is either you grant our wish
Or the world is shut!
The poor must breath!
And Aluta will not be ceased
To continue!
Categories:
weekday, voice,
Form: Other
Alone for a moment
measuring
sound
Frozen pieces
in a
particular way
to wonder
about
myself
To relax for hours
as in
a childish dream
and revolve
in
all directions
this prolongment
of self
limp..lonely..lost….
then
instantaneous
three pieces in form
with picturesque preludes
I open my mind
notice
&respond
Categories:
weekday, music,
Form: Free verse
TO BE OR NOT
Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you to see
this poem trapped,within me..
Now,you dear reader..set free
This poem trapped within my mind,
To leave it here,is it unkind?
Like a caged bird it flaps around
It sings its song,but makes no sound;
So should it stay or be set free
Or ever stay a mystery ?
Categories:
weekday, art,
Form: Bio
Craft me a tiffany
that others may see
Cut out a matisse
for my mantle-piece
Throw me a pollock
to which others will flock
Abstract me a rothko
I can keep on show
Sculpt like epstein
this profile of mine
Draw like da vinci
a portrait of me
Categories:
weekday, art,
Form: Couplet
an adventure
an exploration
erudition
in a turn of phrase
made ccessible
thrown through space
form of perception
feelings speculations
full of exhilaration
profundity
in a new cry
an expression of
personaity
in a thesis of ideas
abstractions
in a life flow of motifs
incarnate
full of vitality
assertions of the soul
manifestations
of memory
activity
embodied by imgination
reality
of precision
in
a condensed
concept
without
decay
Categories:
weekday, poetry,
Form: Free verse
HEAVENLY KISS XL1
My dynamic paraphrase translation excerpt of one of Quirinus Kulhmann's (A Christian sonneteer) series depicting the union of the soul with Christ
Categories:
weekday, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
It's only Tuesday
Yet the whipping outside
Is quite lovely tonight
Hopes and expectations are
Aligned with fiery desire
Mulled with insatiable fruit
Steam arises from holes
Better meant for quaint beginnings Everyone traversing by diagonals And conquering marches
Disguised with vibes buzzing
Into incendiary bravados
TV night for some here
Has turned to epic, quixotic chapters Of legends and laughter
To remind some that
The days of fullest expression
Can't be tied down to holidays
Or weekends
They need to breathe and
Swallow each gasp of life
We're willing to expend
Time following Tuesday's gust
Into foreverland.
(10/8/19)
Categories:
weekday, adventure, appreciation, day, joy,
Form: Free verse
I so don’t miss
the con and hustle
of business meetings
hidden agendas
concerted strategies
never being one for games
never good at them
nor striving to be
I was just a pathetic player
without an ounce of
playmanship or deceit
and proud of it
as I could be
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on February 24, 2021 (thought I posted a while ago)
Categories:
weekday, freedom, games, people, time,
Form: Free verse
her six kids
lined up for school bus
mom waving them off
Categories:
weekday, family, life, morning, mother,
Form: Senryu
Which train will come, I’ll try to guess
But that won’t really help my stress.
It’s building up as crowds surround
Creating quite the urban mess.
The tourists all must think we’re nuts
To cram on platforms where such gluts
Of humans stream without an end
To pack so tight we’re touching butts.
Announcements say the train is near.
We crane our necks; no lights appear.
Then suddenly the rumble sounds
Of braking by the engineer.
The subway’s stuffy, cramped and late.
It does its best to aggravate
But all that we can do is wait
And that is what we do; we wait.
(apologies to Robert Frost)
Categories:
weekday, parody,
Form: Rhyme