Earth

How lovely’s your face—em’rald adorned robe.

Your green y gloss stunts Cyclops’ mono-eye

If you permit, I’ll step on your soft breasts

 Then dip my fingers, deep in honeyed milk

Sneaking through on the arteries and veins

Oozed to moist the cheeks of mounts or vales

Where greedy root hairs sprawled to dine and toast

From nature’s cup of amber dessert wine.

I missed your curled hairs—the fine strands dig deep

In your rich scalp, grows pulps where words I write

That I hear God’s breathe caused it to rise

And one should cognize, that He loves you

As much as loving others and me too.     

Two short Poems

Love’s Warmth

Don’t give it up like Angel Trumpet sheds its petals to the dried ground

Not even, think to abandon moments when falls stops giving off its crystals

Since the twin’ sparkles fade in the eyes at a point precise.

Though not by nature govern, or by moment tells

As when sinews with the bones start rocking soul deep

Until typhoons howl highest pitch—tails whip fiery but sweet.

In the darkness, the stars dazzle the tempest’ frenzied arms

Gripping the love pillars unknown—when furnace’ at its hottest.

Your love

Yours are beams that shine the dark new moon

  warm light showers bad dream and 'come good

 Each dream, I fly to cloud nine—torches the soul with fiery kisses

Burn each molecule of flesh and bones renews the failing spirit

Yours a paradise of life—no pleasure equals or worldliness peers

Yours’ diviner than divine, lovely\love, beautiful\beauty, truthful\truth.

OFELIA

Diversion

Droplets and downpour

Mingle in bitter succession

When dark clouds crying.

Luna

Dark greyish faces

There, hang teary blackish eyes

 Chill and cold meet, mingle.

Iznart

 Byways and roadways

Endlessly, they too suffer

Tears over brim them.

J.M. Basa

Me, fingering keys

Of tottered keyboard

Cold like fingertips.

Ortiz

Unredeemed passions

Clutch mortal body and soul

Real or just a dream?

Gomez

All swim in darkness

Cold watery sepulchre

Death of warmth and light.

Maria Clara

Will howls, pelter quit?

And waken the warmth

Thereon, light ensues.

(Ofel) 1500 Hrs. 25th of Oct. 2012 (Trada Onse?)

Raymond and Jasmine

Hey, hey RAYMOND WEIL Angelus Del tiempo

 Whose hands crafted the speedy second, hurrying minute,

 Witching hour and lurking the date to month.

There in your nimble fingers synthesize

 Them all the spinning and orbiting particles

 of cosmos once appointed by God

 Now by the divine fiat they fall in

To your cushioned lap gazed by punctilious

 eyes the time never have a time to

 Flee from its turn or circle or by when

 Chance offers from its orbit or Revo

lution since accuracy fastens it

 Down, away from black holes o such spring of

 Ingenuity and patient genius sun

up smiles in time thereafter sundown sings

Despedida Hymn for the next smile

‘Till the petite hourglass is brimming with sand

With the candy-melody of strings of

 Winds of breeze of electronics in Mic

 The moon the sun the stellar dance synchro with

 The music sticks weaving tic-Tac-tic-Tac.



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Jasmine

Jasmine, jasmine snowy bud of time

Stand erect 5 or 9 lily-white tongues,

Now in lieu are arms and face

Of 29 diamonds forever precise;

Be it nightorday, snowyorsunny, dryorwet

The fail safe timings are forever in tic Tac to

The euphonies chimed from the music sheet.

Sweet Dream Pacifica

Death is real happiness. In it, a true rest rests. By it, one draws closer to God.

 

 Twilight closed the wearying Cyclops’ eye

What vision spread in the silent darkness?

Spasm-covered skin stretched over the lightless

Damp cubicle, capped by the looming sky.

Could happy song then quench nocturnal sigh?

Nay, Waves waft eternal in the vastness

Of grains of dreams, the eyes are colorless

In your long deep sleep—the heaven so nigh.

 

But, wailing now ceases in Lethean slumber

In cold, December night miseries asleep.

 Forget the day or night constant sighing

For yours, is sweet repose; not found in number?

Adieu, adieu the faith in you have kept

A happiness smiles not found in paining.

Rejuvenation Happens Whether You Like It or Not: The Greening.

Wings of emerald gem keep on plunging

 With the breeze, alight on the toothed-bosom

 Of loamy mass and moist puddle as

The sun sleeps and wakes--fondles the passage

 Of time and landings, still more landings, still crackle

 In the big magnet in silent crunch toothed-

Bosom tenaciously grinding and synthesizing

It colored the wings not with yellowredwhitebluepurple or what!

But of brownecrugreyblackchocolate milk for underneath hairs

Just for rebirth of hilarious emerald-babies

 Of the same and wings where the slight digits

 Of WrensThrushesWarblersandHummingbirds

Softly firmly clasp the moldy hanger hanging

 Bearing reborn fluting-fluttering wings

One time again, they pop melodies of

dLovesongddelightsdamusingsdNatalsongs.

MyOnlyCandyLove

Cyclope peep through the silent golden Trace

Lift upwards its sight to woe cool cottons

Below the lovable screen of eternity

When unwilling plural ‘come singular

Cycling with us ensync by fate or choice?

Both intense a searing loves a kindling ember

Unbearable to desert Gobi skies

Eternal cycling slaves in slavery

When Hugeness is in power so far and

 Soul is to spirit ours Is what it means

  The nimbus is to downpour and bee to blossom.

Therefore, disappearing tells appearing

With thoughts so in deeds Imagery and

 Reality tangible and intangible

 Coarseness And fineness: All thise shits are only shits

 To Love just becomes our slaves to our love

That their sir wakes up in endless cycles

 Bends Its head To the yawning west unbends to

 stretching east for itself (as it finds itself)

More slave to its cycling “for all time Come”

 Than Birds’ hilariously Atop each other

 In the offshoot of tall emerald gem

 THAN You with me to bed in nightly dream

 SidehuggingMoaningWhininggroaningshriekingpainingenjoying

Below the deepest called ecstasy  Seems forever (yes it’s, know it)

 As We enjoin our soul and spirit in search yes we lie down there

Dreaming And muttering dformdsilhouettedsubstanceessence about The terrible slave driver

                                                                   Called

                                                                  “L’UV”. 

                                   Happy Birthday to you

                                                                 My LUV

                                                     My Only Candy LOVE!