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Juan Paolo Galua Poem
You, monumental, pose inside the portrait,
In figure of a pyramid
Construed to be elite
Your right hand, rest above your left hand,
Hints that you're a virtuous woman,
With those slightly sullen arms,
I can tell, that you are pregnant,
Only to remind me, how powerful woman can be
As the carrier of humanity,
And that hermaphroditic posture advocates
A better balance gender,
A softer male and a stronger female,
In the midst of dreamy scene you are in,
What baffled me is your mysterious stare,
I know you have some secrets that you veiled.
They are perhaps as dark as your tunic,
Maybe as complicated as your plated dress,
And as intricate as circles patterned in your vest,
But your luminous skin revealed to me something
Of your resemblance to the phases of the moon.
New, half, full and new again
You are a girl, a woman,
And soon will be a crone,
They call you Lisa, yet you really are nameless,
You are in truth a woman, who is endless,
You always die and again always sprout back,
In each rebirth is an additional wisdom.
You are indeed older than the background
In which you are located,
And now at last I know your secret!
Your mystic smile is an expression
of the past time's foolishness.
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My memories of you were never really lost
Though fading more in every season's turn
But I’ve found at last the nook in which they hide
Deep down in forgotten quarters of my mind
In a spark my thoughts repaired
The bleaching color of your smile
and now you are so clear within my heart
I realize with the breathing summer air
That our memories are scattered everywhere
I see us soaring with our kites
And our beings dancing with the sultry breeze
Within a glance I also see us in the sand
With love prints we have left behind,
Along with the yearning waves
For the promised kiss they'll cast to shores
When I peek at our once-shared bungalow
My memories there strike me with awe
How our love fuels us through the night
And how your craving touch tickles my heart
The way we fill each others crevices
Detonated pleasures sleeping in our flesh
And the way we sway in frenzied heat
'Til we reach the skies in sweet delight
But one night the envious heavens make a plot
With the conniving rain they extinguish our flame
I don’t know how to recover from pain
When you are taken by the jealous rain
But I know your spirit still exist
As to our appointed star still shining in the west
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Oh, at last I bloom
I don't have to beg for bees
they're surrounding me!
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The pricking sun starts to hide
when the stars unfurl their cloaks
The darkness starts to creep this evening
Oh I can feel my spirit rising
I stayed at the corner
And concealed by the dim
As I waited for them
With a see through dress
it reveals my fresh taut breast
and flaunt my crescent hips
Prowling, peering, peeping
like the voyeur moon
Scanning these passerby men
with a filthy eye
Ops, I spotted one!
"Pssst, pssst, pssst"
is an enchanting invitation
from this lovely siren
And I receive a glance
With a wink of an eye
he give in to mine
In my bed I prepared
sheets of smooth linens,
rose spattered floors
like a shattered virgin,
Sets of burning candles
weep my husband's leave
but their lights celebrate
my burning desires
He perfumed me with his breath
He oiled my body with kisses
fluids dripping in my flesh
Giving and receiving
Warm bodies colliding
Flesh against flesh
as this fire we unleash
Riding to pleasure
till we reach hell's depth
I'm a flesh huntress
who craves for flesh
I sling sweet talk
and bait my body
I need not snare
for that is man's desire
Don't dare to escape
As I cast sin's net
This poem is inspired by proverb's immoral woman...I am not pointing to a woman in
general...this is just a particular woman whom I also know....the point of view here is
shifting...
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Amidst the smog
That wraps your city
Clogging the view
above the horizon
Of skies beauty
There is still one star left
that you see
And in your heart's ear
it whisper:
Amidst the intense smoke
that hids the multitude
Of other
hope and light giving company
I'm still here
to light and guide you
On your way
Yet I may be so faint
But the vision of your soul sees
that this faint light
is enough
To lit extinguished hope
to blaze again
in your cold heart!
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Frog chasing a fly
leap to catch it and plop!
In deep well he fell
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amidst the murky sky
that envelopes the city
a faint star I see!
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A butterfly passed in front of me
And I was enthralled by her mystery,
Like that flash of bulb within,
When I learn important things.
Hidden message lies within
The beauty of her wings,
Small wings but hold great things
And spilled it in her fluttering.
I basked in her presence for a brief moment
And my soul has been quenched,
I’m so lucky to have seen it
as for grasping this occurrence.
So this phenomenon I’ve versed
Like the cycling secret of the universe:
Life and things how much we love will pass
All will be well if we’re at peace with that
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A collected experience
filmed in memories
A fate's product
plus the sum of all my choices
An unfinished book
written by myself
A story, a novel, a play
to be ended by death
I am a child, a parent, a grandparent
a trilogy of generation
The current story of mankind
A sequel of the ages...
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Your muscular body glistened
As warm golden streaks of sun
Streamed down on you
You’re standing in the lake
In the level of your sinewy thighs
Where water is solemn and blue
As if your ember like body
Is dipped in the blue
To cool off the hotness within
Are you possessed
with the spirit of Apollo?
You bend your body
Hands stretched forward
Curved back
Ready for the dive,
Indeed you steal
The grace of his bow!
You fling your body
Towards the water
In an instant-
Waves rippled
From the center of you
Bullseye! everywhere you plunge.
Indeed you steal,
The accuracy of his arrow!
Now I’m convinced
That you are indeed
An embodiment of Apollo!
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