Solomente |
Sang isa ka gab-iMasanag ang bulanMay isa ka pispisNga naga ambahayAng huni sang isaDaw maka lilisang
Malakat ka galiBayaan mo akoSa iban nga lugarDidto ka makadtoPananglitabuan, sakitan sing ulowala ...
Posted by Jenny on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 03:42:00 PST |
Another Moon Poem |
i stare at it
without desire
to decipher
its luminous poetry,
indifferent
to its metaphors
melting on rooftops,
on the silent streets,
on my windows,
on my curtains
violent with the breeze.
&n...
Posted by Jenny on Sat, 19 Nov 2005 02:31:00 PST |
More Musings of the Purple Cat |
I suppose by now, that you would be hurt.
Hurt because I have not
Written the poem. Because I have failed
You, you who tell me everything
Is fine and say
I go home to a cat.
Because at...
Posted by Jenny on Sat, 19 Nov 2005 02:24:00 PST |
Luna |
The moon beckons and I shuttle to her.
Oh, the ever constant moon!
What did I find? Rocks while I rolled
Trying to walk like a baby again in love
Luna, I am your worshipper! a LUNATIC
I gaz...
Posted by Jenny on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 09:08:00 PST |
Dreams |
Soft, what glow upon your window breaks?
It is the moon, ever constant moon,
Casting her glow, without glowering,
Upon my beauty slumbering.
Wrapped in warm covers,
Her rapping in my dreams&
T...
Posted by Jenny on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 04:40:00 PST |
Light |
LIGHT
light
falls
on
your
face
with
less
gravity
now
you
help
yourself
worm
out
of
a
grave
you
found
yourself
soul
deep
in
without
letting
go
of
straws
of
you
tugging
to
dig
in
and
deepen
the...
Posted by Jenny on Mon, 15 Aug 2005 05:43:00 PST |
Five Tango Sensations |
Five Tango Sensations
Asleep
Summer light
Youve just dyed your hair
If I touch you,
You might stir
And I will never be able
To forgive myself
...
Posted by Jenny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
They're as clear as the night sky... |
Is that the best you can do?They're as clear as the nyt sky...But you can't read them. You can see the stars twinkling in that dark blanket... But you don't really understand Can't you see it's incred...
Posted by Jenny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Worshipping a Different Kind of Sun.... |
Oh how she loved the sun.
How she waited for him constantly.
How he crossed the sky each day to the lilt
of her delighted laughter,
to the sound of her adoring voice.
How her devotion never faltered,
...
Posted by Jenny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Of Desire and Dancing |
The manual of desire writes
Itself on the body:
Motion tattooed on space,
Dancing a trick
Conjuring figures into flesh.
Sometimes I mistake my life
For weather reports.
As if the blood in...
Posted by Jenny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
