tHe bOho cHicK v 1.0

 

there's strength in your power thighs,

like a thousand thundering hooves

across the track,

beads of water, drop into big pools

only to be sucked in by the parched soil

and as i watch along the stands

i have to wonder

you've proved me wrong again

unmistakable 

weathered look in your face

betrays the fire of determination

from the ember of your eyes

exhilarated, with each step

barely touching the ground,

you fly

and looking at you

just makes me feel alive

Note: I chose a girl subject for the pic b'cos a guy would raise eyebrows and another part of my "completely freaky" past would resurface, some secrets are reserved for some people, so if you are in the know, do keep your mouth shut. thank you very much.

I just thought of this hmm.. poem straight off, sometimes I do allow myself to be spontaneous, and let the words flow naturally. I am becoming quite old, because I'm too rigid with my writing, I have to "fray" myself open.

eeep! i think i am way too much getting senile, i forgot to include another poem for Carina ( in case you have joined me just now, my friend and former classmate just commissioned me to write poems on disability for their org's contest). anyhow, i'll post it here just in case,someone else might need it (see sidebar for copyright restrictions)

I REFUSE

you have had the chance

to alter my life forever

and so you did with diligence

like a scythe to a flower

you thought you had won

i became a shadow of my past

though parts of me are gone

i am not left downcast

 

i refuse

to back down

i refuse

to let pity lord over my life

i refuse

to be boxed

never reaching full height

i refuse

to let the world judge me from the outside

 

Listen----

for with every breath

i learn to live again

for with every twitch

i learn to laugh

for with every painful step

i'm reminded

what being human is all about

 

i refuse

to admit that i'm a little less

i refuse

to concede that i am second-best

i refuse

to give-up

nor even stop to rest

i refuse

to live without acing the test

whoa! i think i am on a roll because i managed to churn out poems at this speed!

It's amazing what cramming can do to make your creative juices flow <rolls eyes>. But of course I do not BELIEVE that being SPONTANEOUS means you are a GENIUS, it's just that ...ok fine, there is no excuse. But I have done such a great job of coming up with this poems because considering my lack of experience in the subject, I think I did pretty ok.

SO here are the newest additions to my "portfolio"...hehe...i don't make sense don't I?

UNO

corporal punishment

i am shunned,

depised,

whispered at,

their eyes,

boring

HOLES

at the back of my head

EVERYONE has a LIMP,

i just happen

to wear mine likea

BADGE OF DISHONOR.

i fall short of

the expectancies

of the HUMAN RACE

a DISGRACE,

GREAT SIN

what else?

good for nothing

my SCAR

is not brought

upon me by a war

but by mere

ENTRY.

DOS

unwanted

A HAIKU

i cried, you rejoiced

had missing parts, you lost heart

hung your heads in shame

 

TRES

afterthought

REGRETS I have many

MISTAKES but a few

REGRETS chief of many

the day I collided with you

 

the first week was horrible

always found time to cry

the second week was horrible

always wished i'd die

 

hope breaks like a crocus

i found my strength renewed

but then the lenses focused

on things i could no longer do

 

yes, i did mope for a while

and now, did i ever pout

misery became in style

topped with clouds of doubt

 

let people surprise you

was the advice someone gave

and when i did look around

found others twice as brave

 

the most painful lessons

i have been given to master

for all of my questions

most of which i have answered.

QUATRO

vanessa

I would really love, to live in a perfect world

For then I could be,with my precious little girl

To know her more than I've known her in this life

To finally catch the elusive glimmer in her eye

To hear her speak and call out my name

To be able to run around, join children's games

 

I would really love, to live in a perfect world

For then I could be, with my precious little girl

Without fear of what tomorrow's hand will deal

Without my anxiety and distress to conceal

I would really love, to live in a perfect world

The world's not perfect, so is my precious little girl

 

CINCO

THERAPY

TODAY

....i will not make progress

.... i will not be pressured

.... i will not relish the pain

.... i will not try too much

.... i will not be all i can be

.... i will snap back when i am annoyed

.... i will stop when i want to

.... i will be difficult to work with

....i will be disagreeable

.... i permit myself to fail

....I WILL TAKE A BREAK

The therapist called...session is cancelled.

SEIS

HAYWIRE

A HAIKU

meant to raise your left

but then your right hand shoots up

neurons have misfired.

 

SIETE

GOD'S RESPONSE

One day I came to God to plead my case

Of all His creations, I wish I was laid to waste

"God, I really do not think that You care

In fact I think You are more than just unfair,

If I was made in Your image as they say,

Why not take this glaring flaws of mine away?

If You are really, the only one so great

Why do I feel like I'm the biggest mistake?"

So I waited for an answer, I thought would never come

a sudden tap on my shoulder, a voice whispered,"Son,

I formed you and saw you as a seed in your mother's womb

I love you and will carry you, until you descend into your tomb;

and surely, even then My love for you will not die,

For from my throne, I feel your pain and heard your endless sighs".

"If You were so good,"I began, "Why was I shortchanged?

What good is there in me, when I look really strange?

Tell me how could I enjoy the rest of my days

If people cannot bear looking at my face?

Did not Christ die to save and to make whole?

Have I greatly sinned, no pardon for my soul?"

I thought from God anger would thus arise

But then was I ever in for the biggest surprise

He spoke, not in fury, but with a love I've never known

"My son," He began, "I have called you one of My own

In your weakness I am the strength you'll ever need

And when you cannot move on I will be your feet;

Behold, I declare that you are whole in My sight

Never take pity on what you percieve as a dismal plight

My thoughts of you are good, I smiled when you came to be

I judge the inner depths and not rely on what men can see".

With those words filling my heart, something inside me broke,

Of being oppressed all these years I have borne self-pity's yoke.

And whatever lack of mine that I perceive

I have found redemption comes to those who believe

all things seen, the temporal will fade away

while God's good thoughts of me will always stay.

 

 

 

 

King of the big screen



Yes, you are



Of all the things they



Hadn’t known you would be



In your arrogance



Sensible and uncanny



My eyes avert the



Stolid gaze



Every time you



Read the pages



Of my soul



Seems like a lifetime



Has gone by both



You and I won’t apologize



For the wrecking of our souls

Someone
I don’t know where it all began or why
all I know was that you were mine
I did not read the tell-tale signs
and now I have lost all sense of time
because somewhere when we promised to
be together forever, someone I don’t know who
took away what I dearly held on to
severed the ties between me and you

Someone whose arms nestle your head
someone who is lying on your bed
someone beside you at the end of the day
someone who will be with you always
someone whose lips you long to kiss
someone who you will always miss
someone who took all I have, that’s you
someone replaced me, I don’t know who

someone who had a heart so cruel
someone who took my prized jewel
someone who stabbed my back
someone launched a full-scale attack
someone who never knew what you are to me
someone who’ll never love you as good as me
I should have seen it coming now it’s all gone
I don’t know who but I lost to someone

sweet suffocation

destiny…
you said we were destined
showed me…
all the proof in the world
slowly…
I got so addicted
painfully…
you have been wicked

who would have
thought?
who would have
said?
that when I’d
fall
I’ll never
rise up again?

you gripped
my hand…
as if you were falling…
I held it fast…
when i was the one
DROWNING…

in your words…
in your touch…
from your voice
you sound tough…

I can not breathe…
you breath comes over me
and seals me in a bubble
your coldness it seeps through
my bones… and
caused my breathing to be troubled…

such a sweet…sweet suffocation…
can not seem to find resurrection…
I’m pinned down to submission

funny how I try to act like someone I am not
all the more because you see through what I’ve got
but then it does not make me feel insecure
because when I am with you nothing is unsure
with you there is this transparency
I am what I am as what you are to me
I wonder how you manage to pull this off
you dig in deep yet you do not scoff
at my inhibitions and pretensions , all my ambition
that make people think I have grand illusions
and when I am messed up and look ugly
you make me feel so darned pretty
where do you hide your magic wand?
something special lies hidden in your hands
with you I am blessed beyond compare
with you I am free to wander and dare
I cast my mask off yet you do not seem to care
that underneath all I am and a little bit more is scared
your easy smile reaches beyond my cold exterior
you could never have made me feel inferior
with you I am here in the now
with you, I win my battles somehow
I find myself only to be lost again in you
your love has claimed me out of the BLUE…