A world away from here

here, we chat about the weather-             
     s/he is a tease,    
                  a bee swaying amongst spring blooms -
                  sweet as maple syrup / peaches / red apples - 

while munching over a bagel and Timmy's coffee
         and thinking of lunch menu- 
                  biting into a subway-sandwich- 
                  or using chopsticks/ Chinese noodles / tropical spices - 

there are choices to make everyday- 
        and over missing deadlines or near-misses, hurls   
                  some people to pills or crack cocaine - i hear on radio-   
                  depression hurts / everywhere / everyone - (this puzzles me)

faraway, in another world, they gossip on politics- 
        s/he is a whore, plump ass, wet with thoughts of power-
                  buying election votes, keep the poor ignorant & helpless-
                  the family rules/ breaking promises / unending greed -                  

while sharing pan-de-sal & black coffee
        and thinking of a meal, if it comes
                  maybe a corn, a sweet potato, a coconut
                  along the beach / unspoiled / forgotten gem -

when there's only two choices - 
        to make it for another day or be cast away
                  like papaya seeds on dry blackened soil - 
                  they take the bribe money/ swallow anything- (i don't blame them)
  
the world spins / my heart bleeds / motherland  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Hosted by Kelvin S.M. - Talking about an asian experience, more like another lifetime for me ~ This is a personal write for me, Kelvin ~

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Of temptation

take my eyes away, i'm easily swayed 
like a sea with wandering feet, eager
for fresh sky, deeper blue, beyond my reach-  

      take my tongue away, i'm easily swept
      by the wind dropping a thousand leaves 
      on my arms, enticing as a siren's song-   

            take my ears away, i'm enamored 
            by your sweet words, licking & nibbling
            my innermost flesh, irresistible as a golden fruit-

                   take my hands away, i come undone
                   like bee-stung blooms in early spring, 
                   eager for your warmth, golden as wild honey-   

                        but don't take my precious gift- 
                        -that which I gained, both good & broken- 
                        knowledge of who i am & can be, rising after each fall, 

                             like roots of a tree, they make me a bit stronger    
                             & less fearful 
                             to face temptations-

Posted for D'verse Poetry Pub - Poetics hosted by Mary

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Terza Rima Sonnet: Your light

I await for your return every night
across the great sea, with each stroke & breath 
you swim, following the path of my light
towards my arms, scented of lilac wreath 
How bold are your lips, How strong are your arms
taking me to the highest peaks on earth

Your pleas of passion, readily disarms 
sun-flaming my skin, pale as crescent moon    
until a storm thunders, rising alarm 
casting veil of darkness, mighty waves drown 
your body- cold - piercing my side, deep blight 
I throw myself from the high tower, doomed-  

Choosing death, for without you every night
I'm a shadow, ever searching your light 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetry form:   Terza Rima Sonnet - 14 lines.  I have used the following pattern:  A1. b. A2... b. c. b... c. d. c... d. a. d... A1. A2. 

Loosely based on the tragic love story of Hero and Leander (Greek Mythology)

Each night Leander would swim across a stretch of sea to meet his lover Hero, a priestess of Aphrodite. She would guide him by holding up a lighted torch. One night, during a storm, Leander drowned. The grief-stricken Hero threw herself from a tower. Here, the two dead lovers are shown in their tragic, final embrace.    

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What I want to do with you

Cherry Blossoms by Scarlet Verses

suddenly, the sky is a tumult,  
scattering seeds in careless abandon, 
tinged of bluest devotion, abounding -  

you lay on my feet
not one blushing petal nor small bud
but a thousand pink-gaping pearls blooming- 

i reach to kiss your lips, softer than snow
melting my walls into a cup, opening to receive
your words, sweet & hungry as a bee-    

spread my hair among the leaves, steeped
of sun and morning dew drops. drink deeply 
of my fragrance, write love letters on my 
skin, naked earth-

i want to do with you 
what spring does with the cherry trees.*

*Inspiration and line from Pablo Neruda :  Everyday You Play

"My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub ~  Happy spring day ~

I have used this line before, but thought it fitting to post again after seeing the Japanese trees in full blooms over the weekend.   

To William Shakespeare, with love

Let me say that the marriage of true minds
Admit imperfections.   Love isn't absent
Which alters when alterations are needed 
Or bends to retrieve the broken fragments 
O no ! It's an ever-flowing canvas
That redraws the lines with each changing tide
Like roots of the trees that recast with each
Season, twisting with each wind fall & breath   
Seeding like spring with each fading leaf bloom
Sparking colors when it dries like a rose
It is the starlight to every stray dove
The healing balm to a wounding word said- 
And when my love is frail, let yours be firm
That I may behold you, like morning sun-


Inspired by William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116   

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments. Love is not love 
Which alters when it alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove: 
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; 
It is the star to every wandering bark, 
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken" 

Today, the 23^rd of April, is the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s birth in 1564, and—52 years later—the anniversary of his death.

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Hosted by my good friend, Susan. 
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by my good friend, Brian Miller.

picture from movie:  Shakespeare in Love