Category Archives: poetry

countless colors shall bring tomorrow

Posted on November 2, 2018 by sandstarsblog

countless colors shall bring tomorrow the fires of life taste the flavor of dwarf gardens in poets’ dreams raised by cold river on rushing currents. nearby, a bare tree smiles at the sky and rises directly to the wind: behold … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged colors of life, now-you-see-him-now-you-don't, off the grid, small gardens, the poet's dream, tomorrow, writing | 6 Comments

a mother’s whisper

Posted on August 23, 2018 by sandstarsblog

a mother’s whisper the sad letters of empty pages sit with me and my daily wages, mother whispers from miles of hue: back home my son they look for you on window sills where hang the stars that pluck … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged across the sea, childhood, chorus, daily wages, distance, edges, emptiness, frogs, grass, guitar, home, letters, longing, memories, miles, mother, pages, pen, rain, remembering, sky, stars, turtles, unwritten, whispers, windows | 6 Comments

barren beach

Posted on August 11, 2018 by sandstarsblog

barren beach it is the ebb it seems: the tide has left tiny corals naked like forever-dancing pale-faced stuffed monkeys under the glaze of the midday heat. the drought is settled even beside the sea upon this empty reach.

Posted in nature, poetry | Tagged barrenness, beach, climate change, compunction, dream, drought, dry spell, emptiness, FOCUS Philippines, forgiveness, global warming, heat, sea, shells, stardusts | 8 Comments

the significance of being black or white

Posted on August 3, 2018 by sandstarsblog

the significance of being black or white black, some people believe, is the murder of colors and white, their liberation while others claim black is the acceptance of colors and white, their rejection but neither black nor white can tell the … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry, politics | Tagged absence, absorbed, acceptance, black, colors, extreme measures, justice, presence, reflected, rejection, transformation, white | 10 Comments

blood moon risen

Posted on July 28, 2018 by sandstarsblog

a blood moon risen, is it blemished with my sins, wounded with my pains? © said sadain, jr. 2018

Posted in about me, essay, general, nature, photography, poetry | Tagged blood moon, damas tree, jeddah, lunar eclipse, Mars, Moon Toon, poetry, Serafi Mall, THE RED PLANET please! | 9 Comments

the falling ( a love story)

Posted on July 20, 2018 by sandstarsblog

the falling (a love story) he feels she likes him she feels he likes her past iambic convos their arms brush electric as armrest fades to clouds this must be love astir floating from their bosoms flutterbies of light and … Continue reading →

Posted in nature, poetry | Tagged breathe, Dark Sky Island, Enya, falling, flight, flutterbies, gravity, iamb, life, light, love, music, passages, passengers, Roma Ryan, sea, The Humming, waves | 11 Comments

elon’s basilisk

Posted on July 14, 2018 by sandstarsblog

elon’s basilisk elon musk’s kid-size submarine is a no go it’s quite too late for the rescue, he could have been a roadster hero instead he’s nursing a bruised ego. he shrugs and smiles at any rate, the world is … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry, politics, science & technology | Tagged basilisk, Elon Musk, PowerPack, Roadster, SpaceX, useful narcissist, Wild Boar mini-submarine | 4 Comments

the cave

Posted on July 8, 2018 by sandstarsblog

the cave darkness yawns to claim and hold the heart of nations deep in suspension. the cave masters great depths of darkness can never measure up to grand spirit of man. © said sadain, jr. 2018

Posted in haiku, poetry | Tagged cave, Chiang Rai Province, flooding, great cave of the sleeping lady, junior football team, rain, rescue, Thailand, tham luang nang non, Wild Boars | 9 Comments

revolution

Posted on July 6, 2018 by sandstarsblog

revolution has it come to this? a world that wobbles on its heels and stands still to try a futile balancing act.

Posted in poetry, politics | Tagged climate change, ecowaste, global warming, mantra, plastics, point / counterpoint, pollution, revolution | 8 Comments

Abdul, on the eve of an ambush

Posted on June 30, 2018 by sandstarsblog

Abdul, on the eve of an ambush a rifle rests in my arms for now steel chilling the bones which ache for the children and the wife in my mind and the maddening smell of morning rice as in a … Continue reading →