Poetry

To the writer/painter of gilded golden landscapes — Whaaaaaaaaaa! Give me a break Black smoke bouts from chimney mouths too small Exhaust farts from pipes constricted Burning steam bellows from spouts too fancy Words vomit from brains half-blind Boiling tar flicks on pristine walls Skin shrivel from vacuum-dry air Horror screams from faces contorted Dogs bite Cats scratch Humans bark No more pretty petals please Your painting is a sickening nougat pulling off healthy teeth No, nature is not all sweet smells Your life is fake Your pen’s at stake Your writing an icing-covered half-bake And they call me the lady Give me the darn black stout No f-word necessary

The world is running at a speed I am unable to walk at. Each passing year feels like a whoosh or a blink of an eye. There is so much to experience and so little time. Little time? …

Poem — I see Antelao and I want to say something Instead, I turn into Antelao At the center of darkness There’s a tower of absence A girl stretching her arms to the very top There are no promises Only passageways like knives in the darkness They will tell you that talking opens It really…

The family respected and honored — You are a pillar of strength, able to bear the winds of hurt and the slings of adversity, steadfast and strong, the warmth of your clasp never far. When the sun sets, in the descent of nightfall, and the tempest nears, you paint with brushstrokes of hope and possibilities — quieting…

Response to #DEP Prompt 28 /52 — “A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.” — Mark Twain Let’s be noisy tonight — Giggles n’ laughter filling the way,| Let’s gather on the roof like Yesterday, Dumb charade, Domino’s and those tuneless croons, Once again — Let’s dance to the moon. Let it rain tonight Lashing the…

Exceptional longing My will power disappoints me for it is not as supernatural as Hercules’s nor as powerful as San Jorde’s. An exceptional woman like you Requires an exceptional ability to cope with my longing.

Because one day, I hope she’ll understand that it’s not something that I could just wish away. Oh, mother dear, how can I explain This weight upon my chest, this endless pain? It’s like a fog that won’t clear away A darkness that fills each and every day. It’s not…

In this space You will feel me Come closer And you shall see me Want not And you shall know me Say nothing And you will hear me. Seek me not in vast plains Or parched, desert terrains Oceans need not be searched to find me I am here always Perched in the heart I…

Oh to swing and not fall, to think and not decide, to be a maybe in a world of yes and no. The gray that blends the black and white, I might not be right, to fight against time, to view the world through a kaleidoscope. Choices, flow in the air, and decisions get made in a snap. A piece of code does all the work now, my purpose? — I’m too afraid to know. Swipe right or left — tough choices gets thrown away in the wind like spores in the air, consequences permanent, until the dust settles.