Poems by Caroline Nazareno-Gabis (Philippines)
Heart and home
I used to travel a lot,
Alone.
Have met strangers in a tree house
At the bay-walk, on a busy street, at the pub
On a sky-train, inside a coffee shop
Faces chiseled with grim, smiles or doubts
But when I met you,
I found my real home.
I am nothing
A traveler of time and distance
Being connected from atoms and storms
Of memories
Sometimes it turns as
Revived must haves
My happiness and satisfaction
Is when I know you’re coming
To fetch me
From my heart to yours
I have more than enough.
The Milestone
Imprisoned
From the sanctions
And skeletons
Of memories
Impaired
By demised
And deflated hope
Inflamed
Branches
Of boundaries
And chambers
Of mending
Far-gone and fallen
Contours of passion
And feigned liberty
At the sundown
Of a vision,
Was a breathing nose
Of strength
And radiating fingers
Of time
The milestone
Of the rising
In the blindness of light
I have rehearsed reading
Through the spectrum
Wrapping the circle of fire
I can feel your deep breaths
Pushing upon the depths
Of my bare skin
Each jiffy reminds me
The spotlight before my very eyes
The enigmatic touch of your smiles
Each drop of endless droplets
Of unchanged royal sun
Igniting the love of my life
I have stolen the wavelengths
Rushing, flashing, blinding me
Bedazzled with the unfading distant stars
From the remnants of dark mist
That we both kissed
Until forever
Unveiling the mirrors of the day
The rebirth of our yesterday
Meta-sutra
(metaphors and rules )
Drinking this verbing psalmic rum
Blood warming purple plum
Wiggling, twisting on a couch
Smooching luscious thirsty mouth
It’s going to be a steamy night
Scenes rolling blinding-sight
Passionate tremors sending
Like tiny letters and litters gasping
The eyes, the nose, the cheeks, the broad breasts, the lips
Murmurs of limericks!
Down and deep, squirming hips
Sucking those iambic tricks
Jolts rhyming the heartbeats
The strokes enticing like heavenly treats
Each delicious inch of words
Rocking to the edge and over
Clutching these holy metaphors
Inside a penetrating force
Riding the guru’s sonnets and allegories
Freezing hypnotizing parodies
Panting from the ecstasy of poetic stories
Romancing the imageries in pure
Snowy surreal engulfing figure
Loving the way getting into the fire
Delighting my wavy lonely wire
Hoarding robbing my whole
As I’m reading the author’s soul.
LITERARY MAGAZINE ATUNIS NR.3 – 4 , MAY 2016
A PUBLICATION OF POETICAL GALAXY “ ATUNIS”
