The Poetry Marathon

After seeing the flicks Bugs’ Life and Antz

I came to see you in a different light

I revered your solidity, oneness

I admired your orderliness

I regarded you as a force to reckon with

But

You’ve been pestering me for quite sometime now

I see your horde in my little eden

Mystified at what you’re at

Lining up and attacking my little plants

Why?

Much against my inner turmoil

I have to choose your bunch or my dear plants

And arrived at, my plants I’ve got to save

Gone was the reverence, admiration accorded to your species

You are killing my plants! Why?

By your mere presence? What?

I concluded  and considered you now one or many of those pests

So there!

I sprayed and sprayed water to break your rank,

To dismantle built-up soil you made on my flower pots

And wreaking havoc to my plants.

With a heavy heart, no let up on the spraying

Until the last of your soldiers cascaded down

with the water, dizzy (perhaps), dead or whatever

No regrets tho that I killed a platoon.

My oh my

A good reminder, yeah

To those who have been heartbroken twice, thrice

I’ve had my share of these old flames’ return

And oh boy!

Was I not been burnt but engulfed in flames!

You believed them, the second time, and again,

burnt you again

Whatever for?

Why did you let  them enter your gullible heart again?

Say those titillating words (again) and again

Why entertain them again for what they did to you

the first time?

I am at a loss for words

I’m gullible, trusting, lovesick, a romantic person

I cannot, for the life of me, give reasons for the

whys, whats, whens, and whatevers

I believe that when they come back –

it’s destiny, we’re fated, the Divine intervened!

But who am I kidding?

If they did it the first time, why not a second

or a third?

Yet I’m not a lost cause.

I am aware of the heartaches, of the pains, aches

and unhappiness

Please bear with me

I am learning, and learning, and learning

Just bear with me

I can look at the ashes more clearly now.

Never, really never

(Ashes blown away by the wind…good riddance)

Nary a night that you were away

Never skip a meet up every night

You uninvitedly drop by

You even stayed for a looong while.

Never get accustomed to your nocturnal presence

The shamelessness you shows, your temerity

Gave me the nerve to accept the challenge.

“Come on, Mr. Mosquito,

Let’s see your mettle now, your valor.”

But of course an invitation was the least

of your concern

With or without it, you’re on the go.

And lo and behold …

You landed on my arm unceremoniously

…and started your thing, you miniscule vampire!

Glad I was aware of your presence, your hovering,

Ready to stop your invasion.

WHAP! Goes my hand, palm opened

Got you, Mr. Mosquito! On the spot!

Without giving you the chance to do it again

Disposing the ‘evidence’ of your lifeless body

I came to rest for a second, for another bout  with your comrades

whom incidentally came in full force!!!

WHAP! SPLAT! TOINK!

Goodbye and a requiem to you all

Mister Mosquito(es)…

The battle was won, what a night!

Zillion of years ago

Taking meds was not a likely habit, even when sick

I could not take them, even the littlest of them

they should be pounded to smithereens,

put in a tablespoon with some water, and voila!

I’d rather  accept the pill’s after-taste

than take it as it is, in its glorious form.

Our Dad used to give us vitamins to take

Faked taking it in, then take it out again

(until it discolored) then to the trash bin.

Or had to pretend I took it then, again,

flush it to the commode.

Dad, the Doubting Thomas, did the unthinkable

Ensuring the pill entered my body,

by not leaving my side until the deed is done. Bright!

Oh how I hate meds!!

The Pill took it all in stride

Little by little, it wormed unto my system by way of

a pulled tooth? a menstrual cramp? birth control?

thyroid removal? and arthritic attack?

I cannot say no to the Pills nowadays

I came to realize their uses, their purpose, their aim

Bowing to the big P

Accepted that they’re here to stay (I have 6 of them regularly)

Humbly and graciously…

A Firefly, one of the minutest insects

If not for its light, Never! would you even notice its existence

Similar to wasps, sans the light.

Mesmerizing to look at, especially after a bout of rainshower

Twinkling, lighting the dusk, the surroundings

Miniature lamps in the dark.

A puzzle actually, on where it gets its power to produce light

What’s the alluring light life span?

And not able to contain the enigma of the firefly

In an unprecedented fashion,

Trapped a lone Firefly to satisfy the curiosity.

But alas! Instead of discovering the undiscovered

The Firefly’s light started to flicker, diminishing the intensity

In a dying way, and with it its life was unceremoniously extinguished

Too much inquisitiveness not only kills the cat but also the poor Firefly.

Google was not consulted, various reading materials were of no help

and no efforts to asked around.

The only thing left is the lonely jar

where the Firefly perished, empty, dark and forlorn.

No amount of “I should have nots…” will bring back the life

of the poor Light Giver

No amount of guilt will justify the wrong deed

For the killer, the consequence of the act will be ignored

His world will continue to spin and he’s still in it.

But for the Firefly’s comrades, a grave loss

A mournful time, a pity

It should not have happened at all.

I thought I’m healed

I thought I’min the same league as Wonder Woman

I thought I am solid-like any concrete monument

I thought my mind is stronger that my heart

I thought I am a stand-out, no ordinary soul,

that could forget the past so easily

I thought my bravado came back, intact

I thought my tearducts finally obeyed and stopped the flow

I thought …

But realization, that –

Wounds cannot be healed in a flash

I’m no Wonder Woman instead a definite fixture in a loco ward

Any monument will not stand the test of time with so-so materials used

Not to depend on my mind to win over my heart, not always, never ever

To forget is to forgive first, easily said than done

I’m not as courageous woman as I want to portray, no chance

Any reminder from the past will surely bring tears to the forth

The tearduct is not to be relied upon for non-supply of its commodity

And so I thought…but it was not so and never it would be…

Patiently scraping for borrowed time, elusive time

Fleeting happy moments out of the 365

A Pariah, a social butterfly nonetheless

Guilt, uncoursed, unparalleled

Restless nights, cold and solitary

Tear-stained pillows; impeccably clean and soap-scented sheets

Love inadequacy; stirred from deep slumber but more flammable and waterproof

A first person, but playing second to the magnificent One, the Loved One

Delicately principled; wasted, forgotten, uncivilized

Fiercely strong, custom-built; a jelly-kneed, spineless, yes-woman nowadays

Shamelessly boastful; but nothing to show, proof-less

Independent, mind-set; clingy and and reluctant to let go

Immeasurable joy, for a minute, an hour, a day?

Hopeful, anticipation, expectation, all in vain

But courage, self-love

Trying to accept the absence of her heart’s centerpiece,

the hugs, the kisses, the intense feelings

Dreading the looming emptiness, the dwindling intimacies,

the things not meant for her

Maybe…someday with still the presence of immeasurable Love,

another bout of the same? Or of delicadeza?

Heartbreaking realization, and heart-wrenching acceptance…

the Second She, the Other She…

There’s really no point, I should have known

You’ve been telling me, showing me

But I was not listening, missing the obvious

Dear Lord, my deepest, heartfelt gratitude

For patiently being the Omnipresent, the Great Decision Maker

And the Omnipotent…humbly thanking You

For the gift, for showing me how to get out

From the intricate web of self-deceiving

Self-incrimination, and realization of self-preservation

My Lord, Your presence and Your love is all I need

Your humble creation…

Be brave my little Warrior Princess

Conquering a new kingdom with the same big heart of yours

With your usual charm, resoluteness and steadfastness

Just be brave my little Warrior Princess.

The strangeness of your new kingdom  will add magic to your conquests

Make it real, make it enviable to all

Make it your formidable stronghold

My brave little Warrior Princess.

Your new castle, your new reign

Will be your new Haven

Frustrations, problems, issues will come your way

Be as it may, all will be a piece of cake

Once you confront these with your steady mind and loving heart.

Go my little Warrior Princess

Prayers will be your armaments

and Love will be your shield

Your time starts now, my Warrior Princess.

Absolutely, Team Myself can’t be trampled upon,

Team Myself love itself too much now to allow that

Certainly, Team Myself will not permit anyone or anybody for that matter

To run amok inside its head

Clearly, you are not licensed to slay Team Myself’s very core,

its precious heart, into smithereens

Definitely, no one and nobody can make Team Myself change its mantra,

its credo “I Love You Self”, “I Am My Own Woman”

Precisely, without emotional involvement, there will be no

physical aerobics nor gymnastics, taboo to all sexual innuendoes

Unconditionally, you are not at liberty to make significant,

relevant decisions for Team Myself, you are strictly prohibited

Unquestionably, no questions asked, will not acquiesce to any

inequality, partiality and one-sidedness.

Go Team Myself…no procrastination

Put those feet down…now

it’s about time