Haiku 03

雨の日に
雀の声で
僕が舞う

ame no hi ni
suzume no koe de
boku ga mau

on a rainy day
the tree sparrow sings ー
i dance

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Madame Pompous

You present yourself with a fake smile
And soil your teeth with those red lipsticks
Your ears heavy with chandeliers
Racing themselves to the ground

Voluminous hair that looks like a shroud
I wonder how heavy you carry them around
Deep colors surround your face
Made you look like Cleopatra in disgrace

Just that thought of you makes me laugh
Much more by your bangles that sounds
Like chimes by the window or cymbals clashing
Only gone wild, un-rhythmic smashing

Now, look at your dress, your most excellent I guess
You wear them well like you’re floating on air
In a parade of black in a rainy afternoon
Down the cemetery like a banshee on the lose

I pity the ground where your stilettos land
How painful is it, the pressure they stand
From those heavy logs and pointed heel of your shoes
I’d rather have a syringe than your piercing hooves

Madame de Pompadour or whatever you are called
Have it ever occurred in your mind it’s not delightful at all
I could not pretend like it is nothing to me
When everyone else is in a laughing spree.

Farewell to Broken Heart

broken


Let raindrop fall from dark August skies
And quench the thirst that my soul so desire
Flood the rivers and overflow to the field
Of my heart that has been the living battlefield

Let no man guise’s deceive me once again
‘tis been a masquerade I don’t want to begin
Let me stitch my cut and not yield to the pain
For in pain I know not love will gain

Stumble and fall but not once and for all
Let this circumstance teach us a lesson we call
Avoid the vanity where lies hypocrisy
To submit is a joy fleeting it will always be

Come oh soothing wind and dry this misery
Carry the memories that are painful to me
Rejoice oh mighty sun for I am now free
Now let me start again to where I should be

The beauty of a raindrop from dark August skies
Is a beauty to see now to my eyes
It calms my inner being and rejoices in my light
Learned a precious wisdom, now I wait in pure delight.

Farewell

As the wind blew and the rain poured down
You bid farewell in the early morn
Leaving your memory so precious to us
Gentle as it goes like your kisses and hugs

You stand strong at the days of tempest
And time is a friend, he gave you minutes
To finish the task left undone
And in time with the Lord be in one


Farewell my dear, ‘tis farewell indeed
My cousin, my sister, my family and friend
The day has come to meet our Creator
Our eternal Peace and loving Master

We are left with memories, ours to kept
We’ll shed happy tears but we’ll never weep
Farewell my dear, farewell indeed
We are blessed to have you, and in love bid.

To my beloved cousin Geralyn Dingcong-Tarra (March 8, 1970 – June 19, 2011), we bid you goodbye with a loving memory and we rejoice for in the Lord you have found our eternal peace.

On Missing Someone

People come and go. Some just passes by, others take time to say “hello” while a few leaves a mark. And more often than not, these few people leave memories enough to occupy a space in our hearts. These spaces, when not filled in for quite some time builds up a feeling of being forgotten, left alone or rejected. On the positive side, these good memories make us miss these people (because we love them, and we had good memories with them).

I can think of a lot, but only a few whom I can say “I miss you”.