hell’s window

there is a painting
outside my window,

hell magneting
the day sun’s glow.

stain of last night
rests on my pillow—

my unraveling
with moonlight’s bow.

feels a few feet from
my reach, the sky,

if only dusk can
give me wings to fly.

10.20.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Finally, a quadrille after a looong time. ❤

steps to stay sane: a quadrille

fingers bumbling on
blank spaces of both
the web and the tree’s skin.

grabbing yellows from
bumblebees to paint
sunsets where freedom wins.

stirring orange from
dawn to make a cup
of giggling cinnamon.

stealing sweetness
from apple’s bum
to have some sanity won.

08.25.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit?

missing thumb: a quadrille

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murderer. i am a
murderer of eight.
eight innocent

lives my hands
without green
thumbs have ended

the purple garden
of eight eggplants.
i was 15. since

then i’ve not
tried to get my fingers
dirty, afraid to be
a murderer for the

ninth time.

08.11.2020
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For dVerse How Does Your Garden Grow? dVerse Quadrille
I sadly have no green thumb, I badly wish I have.

husband and wife, lockdown edition: a quadrille

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screeching tires
roared back to life
running away from
fuming wife,

leaving minty
toothpaste uncapped,
garlic burnt
with bitter bite,

lockdown birthing
silly fights.

yet once the stars
start blending the night,

wheels will return
to arms so light,

hush, hush,
let’s not fight.

05.05.2020
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For dVerse Lighten up a bit!

spring reeks with laughter of birds

April air reeks
of unperfumed killer
floating with spring,
bobbing as
daffodils sing,

there goes selfish
whims ransacking
shelves of kindness,

in a bid to survive
hunger for toilet
paper arrived,

common sense of
supposed “high-
er beings” flushed,

hummingbirds, sparrows,
laugh at us.

04.21.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #102 – Don’t Forget To…

 

A quadrille for my Rodnoy, my king of sonnets

A peaceful Sunday,
watching
queen sun’s
everyday bowing,

with a shaken call,
soul-stirring words,
i learned of
your sudden passing,

premature, it is,
a thief of sonnets I did
not see coming,

with a holed heart
I ache for your pen’s rash

drying.

A poem I wish I never had to write for my Rodnoy, my big brother, the classic poet, Instagram’s @elusive.illusion. Rest in peace, in bliss, with so much love. 😦

03.10.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken 

open your eyes, see how the world undresses: a quadrille

(revolving earth
undresses, each
season unravels)

spring, peeler of
silent blue winter,
blush in pastel young
blooms, will then
succumb to laughing
rays of golden sun,

salted seas curdle
to scarlet red as
autumn conquers
the rusting lawns,

(revolving earth
undresses, each
season unravels)

02.25.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #98 – Peelings, Nothing More…
Today I offer you the word “peel” to include in your quadrille.
You may use it as a noun or a verb or play with it as a derivative….peelable, unpeelable. unpeeled.
You can “peel off” or “peel out”.
Are you a “peeler”? Do you save your peelings or throw them away?

scars and rushing cars: a quadrille

December streets twinkling
sprinkled earth-based stars,

children giggling
despite knees’ scars,

gold bells singing
with wooden guitars,

sweet smiles brimming
over jovial jars,

30,000 flying,
I watch for afar,

our planet glow-
ing ‘bove hate’s ashen char,

hope, faith, joy fill-
ing Christmas’ delivery car.

12.17.2019
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For dVerse’s There’s a Shine to the Season!
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questions for soles who crave to walk on eggshells: a quadrille

cr-cr-cr-crack
one corner after
another,

tip-tip-toe
carefully,
on top of
crumbling
eggshells.

is it, is it
a triumph
to walk his
crushed carpet
of survival?

w-w-why
do we choose
to create home
inside crevices
so fragile?

is it called saving?
or is it suicidal?

11.19.2019
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For dVerse Quadrille #92: Take a crack at poeming.

v i r t u o s o

virtuoso, oh no,
i am no ace of (many) no’s,
i am not numb (yet)
against spades of (vicious) no’s,

but I’ve my shield
of self-belief,  just

enough to help me
swallow (sharp) eyes menacing,
(brute) words piercing,
(twisted) life unveiling,

on my own.

03.18.2019
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Inspired by dVerse Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems.