Someone has said that every generation
Has its golden lipstick era
Philippines is not like that
It's always beautiful and stunning
A special beauty for all ages
Glittering golden beaches
Somewhere in every island corner
Of thousands islets in the Philippines
More so its unique lineage genealogy
From the primitives to the occupants
Conglomerating all races into one
Making the brown race formidable
A diasphora race around the globe
Sharing joy, talents and services
The culture, the food, the hospitality
Affecting the leaven bread of the world
I invite the people of the world to visit us
What the Philippines can offer to all races
Come, borrow the wind to fly
To the magical land that shines
As white as the pearl of the orient seas.
I am worried every time the sun
hides behind the mountain.
For the sky and the land will both turn dark,
the shadows will wrap the surroundings,
the birds will go to the twigs
and leaves for shelter to rest from flight,
and I will hear the deafening silence.
I am anxious every time
a crepuscular hour arrives.
Because the image and color
of the sea will fade,
twilight will devour the islets,
the ocean waves will wave farewell,
and the dance of the blades will pass from view.
Until I look up at the space above.
Then I realize the lovely face of the moon,
that the light comes not from the beacon
but right from my very eyes instead.
And the shining star that I’ve
been dreaming of is in my gaze at heaven.
There's a message for us
in the news of the day
Much as we want it
to just go away
All the riots and protests
and wars that break out
Warn us: Time to reflect ~
to quit our screams and our shouts
Change starts with one person
That means you and me
Let's be Islets of Peace, of Tranquility
For all the world to admire and see
DANCE OF SPRING
Where deep mire marred our winter footpath ways
Now Spring brings transformation to these trails
As damp and cold no longer rule our days
The sun with caution gives us warm avails
Now islets firm attract discerning feet
With deft side steps eluding every snare
And pick through hazards, as in dance upbeat
With steps worthy of Kelly or Astair
As perils of the passing year are faced
And Spring brings hope of healing to our lives
May steps though cautious be with courage braced
Negotiate the plague where it yet strives
No more at nearness shall we look askance
Together then may each one join the dance
Here I stand
facing the crimson sea;
My bare feet
deeply mounted~
on the silken shore
as the creeping sun
like an ember ensconcing~
on distant islets
leaving a warm afterglow.
Alas, my heart is as cold
as the gust of winds
caressing my hair
making it sway
like that of Pocahontas.
6 July 2020
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When all is Ocean
I have been looking at the map on the wall
Most of our world consists of salt water
In time to come when the sea level rises
Britain will be a rock that steadfastly refuses
To join EU, and that is ok, since most of
Europe will be under the sea.
The far and near east will consist of islets
And Swiss will have a seaport.
If you think this will bring peace, you are wrong
They will fight over religion and fishing rights
And threaten war.
This reminds me, I have to learn swimming.
Deep Unconscious is borderless world,
Full of image and things of symbolics,
None of emotion and things of logics,
By one's sense, they're rebuilt as virtual world.
Maria knows, things are meaningless in unconscious,
All goods and evils are decided by human,
And it's sense of value, influenced thought of human,
She keeps her mentality, always be auspicious.
Deeper and deeper, in unconscious diving,
Something appeared drifting in the stream,
Seemed like islets, like rootless wanderer.
Named "Mind Gateway" , known as base of surviving,
It was a portal to the individual's dream,
Maria landed onto one, starting task as renderer.
Serene deep Ocean,
bereft of mighty waves-
wandering grey 'islets'.
There are times like these
When the blue is almost blinding
Suffocating
I am tired and I just need a place to sleep
Sleep so I don't have to spend more time chasing the other six Colours of
The Rainbow
I see blue in the sandcastles I built
Wet sand between your toes
Wet sand inside your eyes
Wet sand that comes crashing down with smack of my hand
It comes crashing down with a fury
It comes crashing down with a grin
Not a tear
Not a smile
It's all blue
I see blue in the sun streams glancing off water
A pint of water perhaps, a pint of devilish heaven
And still the tidal waves roar
Untamed in their heaven
Unrest in my bones
I see blue in the lost islets
On the horizon
In the dusky lights they appear to me
There is almost nothing between us
I can reach out and grab that piece of blue I can keep
But there are
Miles and Miles between us
I see blue in the notion
That I have created something I can't keep
Deepened spaces I can't breach
And changed the person I am supposed to be
Blue is the Colour for
Me
Miserable Landscape
The scene I knew as child was undulating flat
and the ocean of straw that mirrored the sky, light
and dark, punctuated by islets of farms peopled by
folks who lived a life of conformity when not driving
to a town that sold booze and gets sinfully drunk
scaring wife and animals, and skulking morosely in
the barn was looking for a bottle that is not empty.
The bottomless pain of silence and the message
that so and so had hung himself in the rafter and
Thinking if I have to endure another winter…
The wind always blew clouds hurried across the sky
nothing here, but the endless sulk off the hapless
In the nostalgic group islands
It assembles the past to run
Its beauty never stops
Never your tears restraint of falling apart
A chain of islets embraced by serene water
Crystalline white nothing could bet
Its persona densely adheres.
In-flight
040615Z-TT
On a Painting
Hey, what are you up to?
here is a sliver of earth
between two gravid rivers ?
Swelling with milk
they quelled dyslexic lands
that dried and cried in nobody’s tongue.
they too had a fateful beat.
only it was random or circardian.
Obscurity is clarity, here and now,
of mitochondrial stuff.
methodical minimalisation
inside a faceless river of black milk.
languorous flow to wet phenomenal banks.
Who would not notice
the hyperlinks dripping nectar?
like running nose, perhaps,
in a manner of speaking.
they flow into a fulfillment,
Or into wind-swept islets!
Inspiration: The Frida Kahlo Painting “ My nurse and I”
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 12 Aug 13
For Cyndi's contest.
RED SEA RECALLED
Perim squints in sun without relief
Through its narrow windows
Towards the mirage
Of Socotra’s pearled reef
Red and shallow sea floor
With coral islets shimmering
And rainbows of fish
Near its dusty rock shores
Crossed by the Tropic*
Crossed by dhows
Crossed by Moses
Crossroads geographic and historic
Its waters stream warm
Through the gate of tears *
A tideless desert sea
Caught in a sand storm
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NOTES
Tropic of Cancer crosses the Red Sea’s mid-section.
Bab el Mandeb means Gate of Tears.
Perim and Socotra are islands in the region.
Vale Do Rico Homem
A strange place, houses are as big as castles
tall forbidding wall on top, broken glass set
in cement; gates that can withstand a tank.
A lush valley, but no bird songs, presumable
the occupants of this scary place want peace.
I sat on my scooter for an hour in the hope of
casting a glimpse of the people inside, but no.
each palace was like little islets cut off from
the world, here they need no one and live in
splendid isolation. But just as I was to leave
a black hearse pulled up outside a gate that
slowly glided open- even the rich must die.-
Prisoners of wealth, I ought to take one of them
out one day, so he can see a bit of real life
before the somber hearse arrives.
She bends over me as I sit yawning
morning lazy at the kitchen
table;
ever carefully, with a potholder,
she gently holds and lifts
the pan handle.
Slowly she pours steaming, gleaming
water into a cup, filling
without spilling;
the brown powder tosses tiny islets
on the rippling surface, floating,
swirling,
disappearing as they quickly dissolve;
the water turns into amber
syrup;
and she stirs tiny circlets with my spoon;
tan, sudsy whirlpools hypnotize
my cup!
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