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dawn
dawn the causeways rattle under sleepy feet waking to the call to prayer at dawn; winds snake from below the sea as sharp bites to a native reality and the tide gently laps to grace the burdened stilts.
fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover
fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover now the gurgling of peace in confused currents of a soft-silvered stream that runs under my pillow is joined by the stringed reflection of your guitar — a heartfelt tone of some moonbeam lights … Continue reading
the crocodile and the flies of bunawan
the crocodile and the flies of bunawan they believe they caught the biggest saltwater crocodile alive the same crocodile that they think feasted on their water buffaloes, the same crocodile they hold responsible for the disappearance of a farmer a … Continue reading
Posted in essay, nature, poetry
Tagged Adam Britton, agusan, bamboo rafts, bunawan, canoes, Cassius, crocodile, crocodile hunter, crocodylus porosus, drift boats, ecopark, Ernesto "Lolong" Goloran Cañete, Guinness World Records, hunting party, Lolong, Lolonger, marshes, marshland, National Geographic, Natural History New Zealand, saltwater, wetlands
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windows are made for breathing
windows are made for breathing even when they’re closed they get more respect than doors that divide when shut or disquiet when open
Posted in haiku, mixed media, nature, photography, poetry
Tagged breathing, doors, eggs, haiku, hatchlings, ledges, life, nesting, pigeons, poetry, tanka, video, windows
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2 while waiting
the times we wait everyone of us at one time or another has waited for something
Posted in photography, poetry
Tagged mobile phone, photo challenge, photography, poem, poetry, smartphone, waiting, writing
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Circuitry
Circuitry The electric circuitry paces An environmental complex even as The swinging of one’s cradle Accelerates to and fro And to and fro: Finally dislodges me.
Posted in about me, collection: untitled (1976), essay, information technology, poetry, politics, science & technology
Tagged blogging, circuitry, computer, crescendo, Diliman, electrical, engineering, Focus Philippines Magazine, homesteading, identity, jolo, Kerima Polotan-Tuvera, Manila, martial law, Mindanews, philippines, poetry, Quezon City, Said Sadain, secessionist, Southern Mindanao, Sulu, technology, University of the Philippines, wiring, WordPress, writing, Zamboanga
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inamorata
today i was told: shampoo is okay to use, conditioner not. graven inamorata half-sung by runt and his duck. © SSJ 2017
Posted in haiku, poetry, politics, science & technology
Tagged ballistic, Desiderata, Donald Trump, haiku, inamorata, Kim Jong Un, mad men, Max Ehrmann, missiles, news, North Korea, nuclear war, tanka, Texas
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the lives words live
a handful of words conjures imagination stirs a world to life. © SSJ 2017 Author’s Note: Peculiar 5-7-5s And Other Imaginings A haiku or a senryu, or less formally, a poem with a 5-7-5 syllabic construct, while being thrifty with … Continue reading
Posted in about me, book, haiku, poetry
Tagged 5-7-5, announcement, book, collaboration, creativity, elements, goegel, imagination, imaginings, in progress, life, twitter, words
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Recite!
If my memory still serves me right, back in kindergarten, we were taught a rhyme that went like this: “…away with coffee, away with tea, milk, milk come to me!…” At home I was however reciting — nay, more like … Continue reading
Dreaming For The Extraterrestrials
1. An astronomer dwells as a hermit in my mind, An entity I reap alive from a scholar’s treatise Not so much for his science but for his calculated dreams.
