A Big Thank You to the Readership

Dear Readership, Thank you so much for your support these past two years. I now have 1000 blog entries in my blog and I owe a great deal of gratitude to the readership to have spent some time on my blog. I hope to write as many poems as possible and share on this blog….

Ducks in a Bond

The duck, the female of the species, has a corkscrew Vagina, as lengthy as her intestines, spiraling in helices And when she likes that nice male with a corkscrew penis She will lift her tail feathers, flex the walls Of the genital tract, and keep the channel open For full penetration. Males who try to…

Sour Cider

She is your prom-date at first, girl-friend a little later And eventually becomes goddess. She’s your dream weaver And nurturer of what the heart holds in abundance A perennial woman who primes you for the chase And takes you in as the lone hunter. She is avocado in hip bone, honey rust in skin tone…

Russe

They say some creatures die crossing the Bering Sea And that is how some people sleep at night We are not imprisoned by stripes and our dreams held Hostage by stars. We have fat Blinis for breakfast Mead for some intoxication and we make love In Cedar forests. We don’t have red squares inside us….

Apathy

Prophets come and go, they say Some more visible than other, conspicuous And lurking in Christian propaganda And I’m not one such person. I’m just a fighter of my own freedom To be given a leveling field as everyone else A blade as blunt as the judgment blade, others Are subjected to, and frighteningly I…

Poet

I was both a hostage child and a victim of kidnapping When dreams held me at ransom A little quiz to conquer, a lass to call my own, A poem to fill the pages of the New Yorker And growing up those dreams were like medleys That fitted one on a throne and gave her…

The Dreamer

We like stars, anything that shimmers And makes a statement of light, need a bow A wish, a fall, an airy kiss. We love to love the stars. The birth from a nebula and a death as a supernova And a lifetime of giving what the heart owns. And we look up, through naked eyes,…

Superman Chronicles

In that twisted nightmare I stay up thinking of the my lost dreams The Philippines rice terraces always seemed Like stepping up the ladder, up till the sky Armed with a Ph.D., I was trying change the gender of plants From the smaller female to a muscled up male Carrying on his shoulder the dreams…

Night

The evening sky in an amber dressing Whirls of pink scattered like strokes from bristles Bees who forage in the early eve Come storming back to their hives before darkness falls Seagulls blaze their sunny-glazed eyes And seaweed paddle to the beach with their outgrowing thalli Lovers under colorful umbrellas caught in gaze traps Free…