Tuesday, September 28, 2010

21: Aching Legs

After a night's work.
To come home with aching legs.
Feels like rotting posts.
Of an old house.
Ready to buckle under,
My own weight.
Like a substandard foundation
Of an ill built house.
Ready to buckle under,
the forces of nature.
Patience my legs.
Oh how you've served me so well!
Someday you'll fare much better
Than how you fared today.
I promise.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

20: The Eyes of A Goddess

Such a pair of lovely eyes
That stares through your soul
Pierces through it with a
Stare as cold as ice
But oh so warming to the heart
Melting the heart like  butter
In the cold winter season
So powerful,
So persuasive,
So beautiful,
So cold and yet oh so warm!

The Eyes of a Goddess.





(Janice Grace  H. Francisco)

19: She Walks The Runway

She walks the runway
Spotlights shining on her.
Showing off her alabaster like skin,
Making it glow like neon lights.
As her hips sway to and fro
Tantalizing everyone who watch.
As she walks the runway
With pride and dignity.






(Janice Grace H. Francisco)

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

18: The Pump

Blood rushing through my veins,
Like a river so wild.
Flowing madly in an endless cycle.
Gorging every space it took.
Gives me the feeling so full and great.
Makes me feel invincible
At the moment.
Makes the flesh so hard and tight.
With a feeling of so much power with it.
Gives me a feeling of superior
Sense of well being.
Ah! The pump is so great a feeling.
Definitely more arousing
Than all sexual desires combined.
The pump;
Can't live without it.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

17: Rhianne The Lowland Deity



Tall, pretty, charming, sexy
Some of the words that would perfectly describe her.
A simple beauty with so much allure and charm
The epitome of beauty, poise and grace.

Almond shaped eyes, long jet black hair, long eyelids,
Pouting lips that were perfectly made to kiss a god.
Perfect long limbs to match her beauty,
Legs that would rival that of Artemis.

Charm and allure comparable to Aphrodite
With a wit that would match Athena's.
Possesses Hera's beauty and poise.
The qualities that drove both gods and men of the old,
to their knees.

With a beauty, charm and allure
Comparable to the goddesses of the old.
Also possess a sweet singing voice of a nightingale,
That would make you forget of anything at the time.
And could make each men fall for her
The minute they hear her sing with such a melodious voice.
A melodious voice complemented by a great talent in playing 
The six stringed instrument
Alas! Who wouldn't be mesmerized?

          
So much as being beautiful on the outside
As she is also beautiful in the inside.
With a degree of kindness rarely displayed on this world
And a happy personality that complements it all.

So, here goes my words trying hard to describe
Such a beautiful woman inside and out.
But words aren't sufficient to describe such beauty.
To be able to see her would be any man's wish.
The woman with a beauty comparable to the goddesses of the old.
 Rhianne, The Lowland Deity.





(Rhianne Sagalla Joven)

Monday, September 20, 2010

16: The Lady in The Coat

Sitting in a throne like chair
In a cafe resto called Volante.
Is a lady in a coat.
Sitting cross legged and demure.
Flashing a simple yet radiant smile.

Curly long hair does she sport
Wearing a beady headband.
Which goes together well
With her wide and sexy forehead.
Complementing her oh, so pretty face!

As she stands and walks away,
From the throne like chair
In a cafe resto called Volante.
Everyone stares in awe
At the lady in the coat.
Who walks with grace and poise,
Which the coat emphasize even more.

As she vanishes out of sight
Her image vividly imprinted in my mind.
As I finish my cup of coffee,
I take another look
At the throne like chair
In a cafe resto called Volante.
There she is sitting cross legged
Flashing that simple yet radiant smile
The Lady in The Coat.





(Janice Grace H. Francisco)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

15: SHEENA

Petite and cute.
With a pretty smile
And a pretty face.
Smiling all the time
Though sad at times.
Chatty and talkative
Most of the time.
Sexy albeit chubby,
Pleasing to the eye she is.
Short in stature yet
Tall in kindness.
A sweet and jolly friend
Sheena is her name.










(Sheena Panelo)

14: THE COASTER BUS

Sitting beneath a pole this morning.
Staring blankly at a mountain.
Trying to count the trees on it in vain.
Staring at the sky all covered
With gray clouds.
Feelings of loneliness, anger and neglect,
Starting to suffice.
Just because the coaster bus has forgotten to,
Pick me up on my way to work.


13: WORDS

I found some words which I could write,
But not the words I need to write to thee.
Not the words I long to write to thee.
For thou art one of a kind.
Possessing unique beauty that could be
On par with the Greek Goddesses of the old.
Special words need it be,
For me to write a verse as beautiful as thee.


12: GRADUAL DEFORESTATION OF A MOUNTAIN

Everyday as I pass by this mountain,
       I never fail to see and take notice
The carpet of trees that blanketed it once,
       Was so thick and compact.

As I go on my daily commute.
        I always pass by this forested mountain
Everyday I take notice that the thick
        Forest that carpeted this mountain,
Is gradually getting thinner.

It's Perplexing to think about,
        How  is this happening.
Never see any activity going on up there.
        Never even saw any people up there.
So how is it that this once deeply,
        Forested mountain is gradually being deforested?

Is it due to constant seasonal change?
        An act of nature? Wear and Tear?
Man's wrongdoing? Climate change?
       Or worse, an act of God?

I'm so perplexed and in a wits end,
        Trying to juggle my mind
Hoping to find the answer as to why is this happening.
         And if I ever find one,
Will I be able to do something about it?
         Will I be able to put a stop on it?
As I wonder I gave out a sigh of pity,
         To the mountain slowly being deforested.


11: The Fear

I fear that this day would come,
Feeling the palpitation of the
Mango like shaped gland.
Feeling the beat of it,
Pounding so hard beneath
The cavity of the chest.
Pounding and pounding,
Making me feel jumpy
As the thought of you,
Touches my quite dormant mind.

Is this the feeling that I fear so much?
Or just another knock off version of it?
If it's the latter then It'll be best,
To just flush it down the john.
If it's the former then I should take time,
To think things through.
So as not to enter,
Another half baked connection.
That would hurt and wound us,
For the rest of our existence.


10: Solitary Night

Spending time with one of the spirits tonight.
Feeling the solitude of the night.
Together with the loneliness it brings,
Of no one to talk to at this,
Time of the night.

Oh how I feel the emptiness.
Missing the company of my friends,
At this time of the night.
Spending time with one of the spirits,
While talking about idealistic things.

Longing for their company.
The communication and argumentation,
That this kind of night brings.
Academical, social, political and practical
Subjects we do enjoy discussing about
On a night of peace and solitude.
Like this night of peace and quiet,

I long for my true friends' company.
On a night where the spirits flow,
Freely and happily.
With good country, jazz, blues and rock
Music playing on the air.
Sharing smiles and laughter at one another,
Until the dawn comes knocking down on the door.


09: SUMMER


Summer's slowly passing away,
The sun still rises every morning.
It still flashes it's radiant smile
And shows it's golden rays.
Morning's gradually getting colder,
As autumn creeps up this September.
Pushing away summer from it's place,
To be the King of Fall..

08: Reign of Fall

The morning suddenly became colder.
Has summer come to it's end?
Has autumn began it's reign of fall?
Temperature has dropped.
Soon the reign of fall shall commence.



07: O Mr. J.D. Rock Me To Sleep

O Mr. J.D. rock me to sleep,
As I read some sad verses on the net.
While listening to sweet jazz music,
Waiting for the elusive sleep.
O Mr. J.D. rock me to sleep,
Let your influence and power - 
Be my lullaby tonight.


06: It's Pouring Rain

It's pouring rain this morning.
The pouring rain is drowning my heart,
The pouring rain is flooding my chest
As I try to go by the day's normal pace.
But alas, it's pouring rain on the world too,
Leaving me soaking wet and with a heavy soul.
With a drowning heart and a flooded chest,
Trying to get out of the rain but to no avail.
The pouring rain's dragging me down,
To the lowest part of the raging river.





05: SOLITUDE

Under the powerful spell of solitude,
I'm running out of comfort
At this time when it seems,
That I need it most.
Where could I get such warmth,
Such soothing effects on one's soul?
When he finds his soul under the cold,
Powerful spell of solitude?