I Hunger, I Thirst, I Crave

I Hunger, I Thirst, I Crave

i hunger for the warmth of your touch
as i hold a cup of hot choco fudge
upon this cold gloomy January night
i hunger for your embrace so tight.

i thirst for an ounce of your love
as i watch the brown-eyed dove
cooing upon the window pane
i thirst for your love in vain.

i crave your passionate desire
as i tamper, my heart is on fire
waiting for the moment in time
i crave your desire like wine.

i hunger, i thirst, i crave; right now
i am but a woman, poor in love.

1. For David’s Weekly Prompt
https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/04/w3-prompt-36-weave-written-weekly/

Murisopsis’ prompt guidelines

Write a poem:

• Of exactly 14 lines;

• In any form or style;

• On the topic of poverty (moral, financial, romantic, etc.).

2. For Eugi’s Moonwashed Challenge

Love Happens

Love Happens

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
boy, i did just as you wondered
without hesitation, without inhibitions
without second thoughts
no words, there was complete silence.

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
now you left me wondering too
‘cos little do you know that i’m in love
and petrified for the first time
and probably the last time in my life.

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
was my best memory of you
for years and years even decades after
intentionally written or a poetic bait
it doesn’t matter for i too wondered.

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
was the beginning of the end
of you wondering and me hoping
that somewhere in the middle
of the busy streets in Manila
love will finally happen.

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
it happened, you stopped wondering
i stopped hoping, ‘cos indeed no matter
what happens there is no denying
that in between our pretenses
love happens.

For David’s Weekly Prompt. i used option #2

Option #2: Write about an experience that gave you the chills, any form permitted.

Note: this is the kind of experience that gave me the best kind of chill ever.

Can You Hear It?

Can You Hear It?



can you hear the pitter-patter sounds
the rapid beats and taps of the ceiling
the mysterious progression as it expounds
into echoes of gunshots swiftly firing?


can you feel as it rumbles the ground
the fleet-footed batter pounding blow
the reverberating blast of noise around
underneath the clamor of the meadow?


can you see how strong and powerful it is
the never-ending sobbing and throbbing
the murmurs and mumbles that never cease
carefully, gently, slowly, and gradually hiding?


no. really? you don't hear a thing, my dear?
oh, maybe it's just my heart wishing you were here.


for David's Weekly Prompt, 

I used prompt no.2 Option #2: Write a Shakespearean Sonnet using iambic pentameter (mine is with some modifications.)
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/12/w3-prompt-24-weave-written-weekly

Emily

Emily

Emily, with pride 

with honor 

with admiration

i say you are the best 

and my favorite

but must you need to know

time has changed 

and we all learned

that to live is 

to be challenged

to take on the bravest

storms come what may

to step on upon 

the busy road filled 

with treacherous beings

called modern humans

with that, we strive

we survive immediately

for we acknowledged

the reality that 

when we believe

we live

we thank you 

and the Puritans

but we live today 

and in modern times

where positivity reigns 

more than ever.

For David’s Weekly Prompt, with Steven Wallace as the Poet of the Week. https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/05/w3-prompt-23-weave-written-weekly/

Here is Steven’s prompt guideline

 Read ‘Superiority to Fate’ by Emily Dickinson… then write a poem with no restrictions on form, rhyme, meter, etc.

‘Superiority to Fate’

Superiority to Fate

Is difficult to gain

’Tis not conferred of Any

But possible to earn

A pittance at a time

Until to Her surprise

The Soul with strict economy

Subsist till Paradise.

Fly and Smile

Fly and Smile

i pretended i could fly
but i was actually falling from the sky
where limits are beyond my imagination
even beyond my comprehension.

years after, i still fall
for all of the truths i was told
were lies camouflaging as reality bites
tell me i was wrong for believing
it after all.

i pretended i could smile
but i was actually frowning in disguise
for years and years i’ve dealt
with life’s theatrics
and dramatic stint.

years after, i still smile
for all the events i should have cried
maybe then it’s time to let go
of flying and smiling
‘cos all i wanna do is fall harder
and cry louder.

harder.

louder.

Death – A Dizain

Death – A Dizain

tasted death like a sweet buttery milk
fought for dear life like a honey dew drip
caressed smoothly like a thin fabric silk
touched carefully in a slow motion dip
oh, Mr. death why have been knocking
my front door all in smiles without notice
i beg you to run without much longing
‘cos i’m not ready, no kidding, no dice.

For David’s Weekly Prompt (beating the deadline)

Val’s prompt guidelines

• Write Dizain poemfrom the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.

Dizain?

• Two accepted forms:

• Eight lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/c/d/c/d, or:

• Ten Lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d

• Syllabic: 8 or 10 syllables in each line (each line being of the same length).

Synesthesia?

Synesthesia is when the stimulation of one sense leads to involuntary experiences in a second sense. This is often manifested as letters or words having color, colors having flavors, smells having a sound or sounds having a taste, etc.

Again

Again

i don’t even know what brought you back. you were somebody i thought would never return. never in a million years. never in my lifetime.

over the years, amidst all the midnight sorrow and morning grief, i sure knew that i had prepared for this day. this very day. that for some reason you’d come back, i am ready to walk away and never give you a chance simply. the chance to say a word. the chance to make a fool of myself again.

if ever you’d come back, it would be a hi and hello and goodbye. ah, no, you don’t deserve my hi, not even my hello or worse, my goodbye.
yes, i am wholly prepared for this.

and why not? you hurt me. you broke me. more than you probably ever know. you broke me into pieces. and i was left bleeding alone. i was groping in the dark. i was lost for years and years.

i didn’t realize i’d be able to pick up the pieces again and move on, move forward. yes, i am more than okay. i am more than prepared. i know it would be just another piece of cake, dealing with your return and sending you back to where you belong. oh, no, kicking you back exactly to how you left me.

yes that was the plan. that is still the plan.

until today.

damn!

i’ve lost it. lost the plan. lost the script. lost the spiel. lost everything.

why oh why does your “hello” feel so damn good? just why?
why oh why does your “how are you” feel like a melody to my aching heart?

so here i am again, falling completely, hopelessly madly in love with you just as much i loved you when we were young and crazy and restless.

‘cos truth is, i was never okay when you left. or when i went. or when we parted. whatever happened that day, we gave each other our final look of goodbye, i was never okay until today.

there is light again. there is color again. there is music again. there is joy again. there is rhythm again. there is hope again.

and there is me, in love again.

for Eugi’s Weekly Challenge:

Graveyard of Silence

Graveyard of Silence

in silence, i wept
for dreams, i postponed
for narratives, i kept
for emotions, i bottled up
for forgetting my true self
for pretending i am okay
for believing in good amidst the presence of evil
for all the nights, i pretended i was sleeping tightly
for all the days i fooled everyone with my smile
for all the memories i held on
for letting you go
for making you walk away
for being young
for being rebellious
for being stupid
for being dumb
for all these years
i wept in this graveyard of silence
where bodies were laid to rest
along with all that, they have wept
in silence and in agony
in their lifetime on earth

they wept.

i wept.

in silence.

for David’s Weekly Prompt

This week’s prompt guideline

• Write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the photograph below, which Steven has shared with us. Ekphrasis is a rhetorical device in which one medium of art tries to relate to another medium by defining and describing its essence and form.

• Steven took this photograph in September ’21, and he has given us permission to use it.

Freedom, I See

Freedom, I See

i seek for you in everything
in the sweetest morning sweet dew
in the dancing blazing sunshine.

i long to have you for real
as we deal in everyday hustle
i seek for you in everything.

i feel you with so much awe
in welcoming the new day
in the sweetest morning sweet dew.

i see you with love and gratitude
in our hearts burning with fire
in the dancing blazing sunshine.

For David’s Weekly Prompt

👉A Cascade poem on Freedom using personification

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

To make the Cascade an even longer poem, use more lines in verse one. For example, if verse one has 6 lines, the poem must have seven stanzas so that each line of verse one is reused as a refrain in each following stanza (a cascading effect).

👉My poem “Wednesdays of Longing” is up now in Spillwords.

👉show some love and click the heart ❤button for me, i would be glad to know your thoughts about it too….see you there ..

 thank you to Dagmara K and the whole Spillwords Team for their continued support to my poetry for years now.

I am your days of longing
on a rainy morning
on a long sunset drive
on a fun-filled pit stop
on a sweet homecoming
I am your days of longing
and I crave for you

on a Wednesday

Read full poem in Spillwords

👉Below is the link:
https://spillwords.com/wednesdays-of-longing/

👉my 7th book and #1amazonbestselling book “It Ain’t Winning If Without You” is still available for grab on Amazon in all formats.

Two Poems: One Star & One World

One Star

i beg you, my love, to
look at the sky tonight
sure we see the same light
that one lonely star from afar.

how astounding it is
as it shines brightly despite
the struggle to fight
the blinding lights around.

that, my dear, is how i love you
from where i am for no amount
of oceans and seas apart could make
me love you less than you deserve.

how did this happen i continue to ask
i struggle to understand the ocean
of doubts in our hearts, but i sure
miss you like hell, truly yours, my dear.

One World

it’s perfectly alright
to see the world
as an astounding
place to live despite
the chaos and the discord
the war and the conflict
the global warming and hunger
for when all these are over
we have but one world to live
the earth where God made for us
to tend and to manage.