Saturday, April 21, 2012

Apple,angst and candle light

The preceding are what my pen have left off, and my keyboard continues...it was really a generation away since I last considered my self as lexiphile. Thanks for the itch to produce art, as I tried to hibernate from my brushes heres comes loose poetry I have done in the blazing quartet between an ending year and new summer.



       Ilumina mundi      

                                                            i
                                                          was
                                                       and I am
                                                   in a sojourn.. by
                                               life like that of a light
                                                flickering or dead still..
                                                  vulnerable and open
                                                   To sundry elements
                                                        at times cruel,
                                                          mocking,
                                                           Deceitful
                                                              Ally
                                                                or
                                                         our adversity
                                                        To finish our
                                                        Own journey.
                                                        Thus like that
                                                        Of manifested
                                                        Destiny, we,'ll
                                                        Protect its life
                                                        To survive the
                                                        Test we never
                                                        Yearn to add
                                                        Nor complete
                                                        Defying odds
                                                       That we're told
                                                        Will make us
                                                        Either burn out
                                                        Or ever  proud.



Courtship at the tea-farm:

green foliage of hills on man's herbal haven
a secret blend that rival's your coffee
dawn breaks in streak of gold over the heaven
hustling mortals appears to earn their fee

as the morning kick in a lively throttle
no idle cupid will missed romantic pawns
this lovely day is another man's battle
to win his mainden joy he wants to own

Oct18,2011

The poet

He see poetry
In every nook and cranny
lights or after life

� Saigon
March 4, 2012

Lady in the hammock

Oh my Fair lady
Why resting in my hammock
If my arm is warm
Waiting  for fondly arm rest

Sleep now if you must
Bring the joy of your cat nap
luxury deprive
is now your paradise found

                 - ¤ -

dream, dream my maiden
sinking well in thy heaven
dream, dream in slumber
into the  eve dark amber

Sultry shaped cradle
hummock floats in bridle
sensual joys and naughty moan
From our early union groan

thou lovely handles I felt
For another  evening stealth
Saucy lips, and softly breast
To inner core I found rest

Oh lady you're tired
be asleep as I admired
if thou awake and refresh
Lets start new bliss to our nest.

-Saigon
Copyright
Feb 2012l

Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish


Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish
Not on tv or on japanese dish
 Yet it reminds you of  celestial hues
A frontier baffling as if universe are few

Be it in a frolick or  gazed in the sea,
Like of plastic, pospsicles and honey bee
Unlocking, fragile looking wonder
A challenge Deity offers to painter - like me

How cool and tranquil oh unpretending
With a stung that would damn you unending
From a being with out a brain
Ouch what profit would i really gain

In a black virtual canvas created
(Creative abyss I think  I cheated)
Floating, gliding it its new domain
Proud creator forever I am

The creep

Ashes to sea dust,
A chain to mystic web life
meta or divine?

Qui tenet veritatem?

What is reality today
Will be revoke someday
Truth is relative
Just that elusive
Never mind what others have to say
Just live to changes that might lead at bay
And walk the Earth like true master
You were destined to deal
And make that chances- real


-Saigon
3/08/12


Kaleidoscopedia

 ten toes now setting
arching mid-foot unyielding
a hind supporting
where eyes ogled find defying

sore they will tell you
but did you mind it too?
the burden they owned
marked the prints wish you have loaned

-Saigon
� Feb 14, 2012

The Feet

Checked your two brave feet
How many miles had it set?
All day walk, and here
Running leads you anywhere

Be your feet leading
or your mind is not heeding
when they get even
six feet under is haven

Feb11,2012

Angst for sickness

A diarrhea,
vomiting aches and chills
ah burning fever
abdomen in pain
silently i'm screaming
ah just like dying

-Saigon
January 16,2012



Another Camiile De la Rosa opus:

APOCALYPSE

Image

Prophetic and man
Now one being is revealed
holy, lewd - ghastly

Vision

Foretold is coming
Is it dread to humankind
If Nirvana is lose?

Illusion

To reach as an end
Our sin is already cleanse
to live and let live


On Camille de la Rosa's art work:

to primal great mind
comes our sensuous inner peace
sordid and beauty

sought virginity
hymen of naivete
caviar to many

Jan 09 2012


Ode to prayer


If my whisper breaks the rhythmic silence
To my Almighty God it is but  loud
Starting a Day, on meals or nightly chat
A thankful words to Him as gracious psalm

Completing  my solace mortal being
As willed and  haunting like baby crying
A solemn call in an answer divine
Celestial King readying heaven

A cry, litany or soul  bend thirsty
Within our core and beyond our psyche
A quest and deep need whatever  maybe

Thou listen to whom much is nearer?
No churches entity or vagabond brethren
Shall  attention  be unequal leaven

Our words liberating supplication
Uplifting hope, soothing wound healing scar
Granted or not  to prayer we have found.

March 29,2012





Coffee n grin senryu


A morning reading
 just makes a meal lovelier
coffee more tastier

7:30am
March 30, 2012



Sino ang bida?

Isang katanungan medyo pang estupido ang dating
Sa halos banal nitong kaanyuan
Nitong nagbibigkis sa hapag kainan
Ulam o sinabawan ay mapanglaw
Pag dimo sinabayan ng pillak na kanin
Kayat magbunyi sa totoong bidang pagpugayan
Pagpagparangal sa tunay nitong kahalagahan
Bigas na butil, yaman ng lupang hnirang



Trans.


Who is the star?

A question with stupid connotation
Transgressing its divine form
for what that binds our dining table
soups or viand are lousy boring
Without silver consummate pairing
A celebration with our table's superstar
Honoring its actual pedestal
The grain of rice, wealth of our chosen land

April1



Mi Cerveza

A shot too many,

sizing up who is manly

Speak easy die costly!

March 30, 2012



Death of an apple picker

5 to 6 apple bins a day the master ordered
to avoid paying minimum the land  declared
race is on against unforgiving weather coming
few weeks away and  with few workers signing
the farm is wanting but who is to blame?

9 hours a day surely you will get a pay
whether you're in a journey or making it a day
78 dollars for a work  less than demanded
 growling owner cursing the state they abided
workers were called but few are able!

100 years ago all young even  motherland
farmers are plenty like buffalos in the grassland
they come from a afar , jolly and uncanny
no known profession or collared vanity
but dreamed to be an apple picker.

1 mighty nation forge by natural migration
fought all wars, humane or just abomination
fenced its feign bounty, from cheap labor army
decaying dreams of  freedom loving humanity
the land's still sovereign, so they say.


-Saigon
©April 15, 2012




Senryu to a personal email

defending my poem
if plagiarize or flattery
drunk i rather be

April 16,2012

Senryu to a boxing fan


One Lazy sunday
On tv lousy boxing
Good,  no beer opened!

 May 6


boxer paintings