Nightmare

                                          

                                      photo: Daniel Murtagh

a dreadful cold night

scarred body and spirit

ruthless souls ripped me

i can hear my mom

in the stillness, heaven cries

her shattered heart weeps

mystery

No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

turmoil in my heart

enslaves my hand to depict

mystery in black

Cold Morning

socks fit snugly mom

with toast and hot chocolate

your hug completes me

"Teodora"...My Mother

She is the SUN that rises in the east
radiantly streaming her rays through the trees.

She is the JEWEL in our palace
whose price is far above rubies.

She is the gentle BREEZE
that touches my skin in the morning.

She is the budding FLOWER
bursting with the scent of spring.

She is the ROSE CANARY outside
that sings the sweetest song ever.

She is the cool refreshing WATER
running down from the mountain.

And she is the HEART that never stops beating
to live in order to love and give life.

She is "TEODORA"….
my beloved MOTHER.

Goodbye Mommy..rest in peace now with Our Creator. Till we meet again...
Thank you for loving me and giving me life...I love you...


Note: This was my tribute to my Mom when she died last January 14, 2014, posted on my facebook wall on January 21, 2014.

Mirror

 Self-portrait, Vivian Maier

My heart bares all

Every beat on a gentle pace

Nothing is left to read.

Do you see myself?

Can you feel me?

I bet you don't

Because you treat me as trash

Don't look at me with your eyes

Only with your heart

Then and only then

You will see

That I am 

Venus.

Mayari

  The moon god's light is all over the village.

I have to be up and about

in this wee hour of the morning

 to lovingly caress my strands

and lavish my skin

with sweet coconut oil.

The tall Caucasian man visited our tribe 

on the fourth day of this week.

 He said he will be back today

to teach me how to read this thing he calls book.

Oh gee! I love to touch his curly brown locks

and stare at his blue eyes.

Something in the way he gazes at my body

sends a tingly sensation inside of me.

Oh yes, he smells extremely masculine!

Unlike the men around here 

whose breath reek of tobacco 

and wild boar's stench.

Today, I will tell him who I am.

 My Ina named me after the goddess of the moon

whose beauty illumines the entire kingdom of 

Diwatas.

I am 

Mayari.

Image Credit: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth

Soar High

 

    spinning movements

 in space and time

trapped  in a cyclone

two forces

in a tug-of-war

 down under

 gravity pulls me

to drink myself

in oblivion

soul drenched in pleasures

calloused wings dropped me down

up above

 the harp plays

cherubs chant

 hymns of hope

the Supreme's love

 raises me up

from the heavens

a glimmer of light 

 beckons

soar high

 never give up

never fly down

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Image credit:    Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

Cappuccino

 

from nightcap's hangover

her luscious lips 

meet his

sweetens cappuccino

  teasing touch 

electrifies

hidden passion explodes

breakfast at the nook

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Image Credit: Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger

In Limbo

 

             Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch                                   

weary souls await 

eternal rest in comfort

moonlight's luminosity

reflects hope 

floodgates of heaven

an entrance 

to everlasting feast

they are drifters
for now

in limbo

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The Presence

 

leaning against the window

the lady in white flowing gown 

tilts her head

flashes a saccharine smile

beckons me over 

with a wave of her hand

sunlight seeps through her

the clock ticks to warn

my bones chill 

the floating presence recedes

with my naked eyes

i see her

a spirit

 

Keep Watch

 

Unidentified flying objects soar

on this very Easter Sunday

Evil warrior eggs bore

creatures kept at bay

Keep watch like dogs

lest they devour souls

with hopes of faith, Pray

on this very Easter Sunday

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Happy Easter to all!!!

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