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  Feb 9 savarez
Valsa George
After years of aimless wanderings
Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels
And the fevered journey in metro rails,
I am back at the land of my people.

Wherever I went,
Under which ever roof I slept,
I had carried my land,
As a jewel in a casket
And ensured it rested safe
Ever under my pillow

As I moved with aliens
Unable to merge with their cultural mores,
I saw my land glimmer in darkness
Like a dew drop on a moon blanched leaf

When I sweated in the blistering sands
A patch of green landscape, like an oasis
Wafted me in a cool embrace
Then dreams poured in like star light
And I wandered in the meadows of my youthful love
My heart struggling to forget old longings
And memories lashing upon me like tidal waves

Pursued by that inalienable shadow
Suddenly being born in flesh and blood
I hastened to the streets of my youth
With hopes galore and plans vivid

But alas! There is none to recognize me
Oh! I am a stranger here
An unwelcome stranger among total strangers
Now I wonder which is truly my land?
The one left behind or the one just landed in?

Oscillating between these two worlds,
My fractured identity looms large
With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh
And a myth suddenly dying in my brain
I am glad to share with my friends here that this poem- My Fractured Identity- is prescribed for the 10th Grade students-English for Junior High School- entitled Voyagers, in the country of Philippines. The exciting thing is that my poem appears among the writings of eminent men like James Joyce, Rudyard Kipling, Shelley, Virginia Woolf, Jules Verne, Jean Jacques Rousseau and the like. I feel it a great honor !!
  Jan 12 savarez
Jon York
Every girl wants a bad boy
that will be good just for her
and every boy wants a good
girl that will be bad just for

Morning    whispers,    legs
entwined, the tickle of your
skin in  the  soft  light  that
traces  softly through these
sheets  as  I  touch   you  in
places   you   never   knew
existed, and I've never been
in this place,
      with you,
      with me,
       with us.

I want  to  be  the  only  hand
you ever need to hold and I'm
ready  to  do  anything  to  be
                      your  everything.
                                                                                 Jon York   2018
  Oct 2018 savarez
what if the moon could see our crimes
from that far out
the night sky's yellow eyes
watching even in the day

what if day got its light from a candle
night blows out
putting its lover to sleep  

what if love were a ruthless hunter
and we the unsuspecting prey
skinned, exquisitely prepared
for the master of reason

what if reason had the keys
to the locks of all your dungeons
would you let it
set your demons free

what if freedom was a book
that contained a single truth

what if truth was just a lie
that death allowed its followers
and lies uncertain truths
that just could not convince life

what if life was a defiance
when time rebelled against forever
and if time was space
and space was time
could you tell them apart
if you first met them together

what if you could capture time
bind it in chains
around your wrist
divide it into more of itself
keep on dividing
until each individual part
became too weak to resist

what if time
like us
is only weak when its divided
savarez Oct 2018
Sacred airs on the morn, averse to fumes and din
Reach for what helps bring all of sane; it came.

Only one voice calling, far from tossing crumbs
Mercy in tiny increments in the lap of assiduous babes.

Lovely millimeters made the *** a replenished act
If a staid soul needs break the pattern, surely that waltz's not lost.....

Facile was of man's habit, a constant battle to evade
The one looking such of sweetness, rather reeks a tainted rag.
Lovely Milly, meter maid....
May I enquire discreetly
When are you free to take some tea with me?

Just a punny afterthought.
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