Almost Qarah

Art, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

She turned her head to her right

She caught your eyes in sight

You smiled to her delight

One, two, three, four, five

She’s locked in gaze alive

Swiftly hypnotic,

Beautifully chaotic

Five-ish, afternoon before sunset

You met but never met

Graveyard of the brave hearts

An unknown story departs

A pair of wheels

A pair of strangers

Gaze exchangers

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Painting Diaries

Art, Poetry

she wipes her cheeks,

grabs the paintbrushes,

strikes some streaks,

an empty space that gushes

colors, beautiful colors.

“Are they my tears?”

she stains her collars,

smiles,

forever wonders. 

The Sea, the Sun and Your Son

Christianity, Faith, Love, Photography, Poetry

I see Your face

          in the morning

                 and the setting sun

 

I hear Your peace

                 in the quiet evening

              by waters that run

 

I feel Your embrace

               in the days coming

                            with Your Love, never gone

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Photos taken at a friend’s private resort,

Burias Breeze Resort, Maramba, Oas, Albay, 2010

 

Words

Poetry

in two faces

they come

 

the said

the unsaid

In the dead

of the night

the latter—

jailbirds

behind bars

 

words—

 

kept in

the dungeon

of silence

for a judgment

that no one

can query

 

the ink blots

in the empty sheets

as they

come alive

 

to plead

to mend

to break

to forgive

to heal

Photo: Painting by Artist Sarit Jacobsohn’s @ buy-acrylic-paintings-art.com “Breaking the Silence”

(Written in 2007)

The Swing Monologue

Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized

sway
SWing awAY
their souls’ clandestine

play

the PLace, the dAY
like they have never been

Swing
the SWeetest thING
that she has never seen

Swing
SWear and sING
the song they only know

Fly
FLowers and skY
the high and the meadow

Blow
the BLack and the yellOW
the friend and the foe

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This Empty Garden Seat

Life Lessons and Impressions, Military, Photography, Poetry

The shadow sits with no one

But the soul of

This empty garden seat

To capture a pause the world can not give

To drop a tear the world can not see

To whisper the stories of his lonesome heart

To no one but this quiet garden seat

The greens and the blues closely overhear

The shadow stands up

Leaving a countless memories

The world may not remember

But this  garden seat forgets never

The shadow leaves the fragrance of his memories

Wafting through the nonchalant  air

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Mr. Sun

Photography, Poetry, Uncategorized

Hello to you, you’re the king up once more

Before a rain comes along, dry the land as you did before

So I could smell again the fragrance  of the petrichor

That scent  the earth breathes out

Along a rainbow in the South

The earth could miss you no more

The longing clothespins by the thousand olden door

Please don’t go  away

The playground’s swing in frown will sway

 

When clouds shrouded you

And cried a river or two

The face of the sky was gloomy and blue

But now the wind shares a happier blow

As your smile begins to beam through my window

And it feels like the sweet kisses of summer

The vast green and the bright flora remember to glimmer

The scent of the newly cut grass that my friend once knew

The hymns of their tweets that flew

The heart beats the song of freedom

The feet dance to  serenity’s rhythm

 

My soul begins to sing, play and run

Hello, I miss you, Mr. Sun!

 

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August 24, 2013, 2:35 PM

Under my favorite tree, Sunken Garden

(Post typhoon Maring Reflections :))

To a Memory of a Summer’s Ray

Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

She walked past the shadowy glasses

Reflecting the the eyes of the cloudless sky

She waited for a face that would bring her back

To a memory of a summer’s ray

To a look she met from hundreds of days

He probably must have already written on the air

That look perhaps, or surely

She doesn’t really know

She looked down to her  feet asking where to go

The familiar aroma greeted her instead

That fragrance that brings hundreds of reminiscence

That which whispers her to invite a pen, a paper and a wandering mind

To talk over cups and cups wandering thoughts

Chamomile tea sounds  appropriate for the moment

She closed her eyes as she sipped

The taste of nature right in her senses

Her eyes open with a wish to see a sign of him

The office workers chatting with fellows and some pages

She sits back

And begins to see him

in a poem.

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Bliss, Blue and Serenity (Tanka 短歌 )

Life Lessons and Impressions, Photography, Poetry

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Summer day over

sand and their innocent dreams

the clear sky watches

the breeze feels; the sea listens

bliss, blue and serenity

Write from the Heart

Poetry, Writing

Syllables fight to unite

To incarnate the thought

Of a questioning wise

Like an inch by inch motion

Waiting for the perfect beat

Waiting for gravity to drop

Every faultless intuition

Inhabit a kingdom

Of an untarnished sheet

The toughest battleground

In the infinite spaces

Of human mind where lies

This war of words

How do you really draw them

right from the heart?

Write

from

the

Heart.

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(photo:www.flashxml.net )

#reminscence