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Philippines    Don't you wonder sometimes?
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Poems

Lunar  Nov 2016
tamia
Lunar Nov 2016
she sits by the bay window
of her favorite coffee shop
the Little Prince's and Bowie's girl
yes, both boys are her main bop
.
a child of the mysterious moon
who lives among constellations of stars
and quite recently
a certain sun captured her heart
.
she's shooting away for photographs
like how her pentax captures existence
he's shooting cupid's arrows
both converging into the distance
.
a well-rounded young lady
whose words will put you on edge
i read her poems and our messages
like stories that tuck me in bed
.
we have the same good friend
--who's called guitar
on some days i dream with them both
to play a gig at a bar
.
she's a protector of the flora
and lover of the trees
buddies with the fauna
nature's beautiful grown camaraderie
.
a lone traveler to cities and worlds
and sometimes to outer space
and other times just in her room
with her mind, pen and journal in place
...
despite us being born at different times
somehow both our lives rhyme
so remember: every day and every night
i love you, soulmate of mine
161106: for Tamia R., the soulmate of mine. i love you a whole, very widely, so deeply, much out-of-this-universe a lot. never ever forget that, and even if the world or you yourself brings you down, i'll be ready to catch and get you back up to your feet and give you a band-aid.
b mafika  Mar 2017
patience
b mafika Mar 2017
Should I wait sometime
to tell her how I feel for her? If so,
when does the coral reef know
when to spawn? They say on the fifth night
after the November full moon. Her birthday
is too far away to see from here; her eyes:
two flashes of light on the horizon.
My mother and sister mentioned I stay still
12 weeks, Lao Tzu said until my mud settles.
Tamia and Charmaine insisted now. I looked
to Rumi, and he smiled back patience.
A patient person does not have to ask how long?
And here I am: counting
the minutes between her texts,
on her replies as breaths;
poring over
the pictures of her - in my hand, in my mind.
One moment she feels close, the next
she is the grain of sand I try to keep in my palm.
Patience is praise, says Rumi.
In it the right action will arise, added Lao Tzu.
That is where I must be, whispers my heart.