#mediterranean
Orchard of orange
trees bathing in the sunlight-
the cicadas sing.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
I walk alone
Purposefully,
I rest afar
From home.
These aching bones,
Debride me of such woes
And deliver restitution
Of with what I was born.
Painless, happiness,
Life without sorrow
Free from fortune.
To live as I was young
But with the benefits of growing old.
Bless me with that gift of insight
And provide me with good experience,
That I might grow & blossom.
Into the butterfly & not the buzzard,
Into the dove & not the eagle.
From the deserts & the mountains,
From mediterranean to peninsula.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the needy,
Who have their fill
And are even fat because of it.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the greedy,
Who can't stomach more
But make room by vomiting.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the seedy,
Who have good families
But can't keep to themselves.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the piety,
Who possess nice quarter
But must room in others'.
Let me walk away
From the affairs of the ******
Who know what is wrong
But still freely engage in it.
I walk alone
Afar from home,
I rest purposefully.
Painless, happiness,
Life without sorrow
Free from fortune.
For the sake of wisdom, virtuously.
For the sake of virtue, wisdomously.
Modest & humble.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
tangerine and cerulean
cool beneath our feet
in a spiraling mosaic
while we rest and eat
olives from the groves
salty as the sea below
lapping on the shores to touch
fields marvelously aglow
with the shimmer of the fireflies
as they perform their dance
a lilting, evanescent display
that leaves us in a trance
we amble back to the villa
as the setting sun paints the air
a dazzling vermillion
that reminds me why i'm there
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
'twas there
in lore
a voice
hit veranda
then flowed
with message
this vigorous
front they'd
atone with
a writ
where cretans'
favor absorbed
ware their
certainty clay
became sugar
that'd square
their dominion
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
A couple being playful
Holding hands occasionally,
A man tuning his guitar in the sand by the sea,
A lonely woman coming back to the hotel
White plastic bag in hand,
Cars swooping the yellowed
Street silhouettes
And the man who can't sleep
Because his body's clock is upside down
Because there were 37ºC during the day
And body can't be refreshed by hot salty water
Because he dreamed and she was there,
More time than he needed
With such tenderness which couldn't be imagined
And the Mediterranean is getting bluer by the minute
And the boats now visible
And the guitar player never left the sand
And the man who can't sleep will remain awaken
By a dream which had put him to sleep.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
*The red light of the sun
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see
It’s never ending
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Music on the hillside
Piano in a villa over there
Violin below
Fireworks above
A beat – a beating heart
Someone begins to sing
The red light of the sun
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see
It’s never ending
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Is this place real
The ocean below
The red sky above
The music
Romance on the wind.
Sing with me
The wind plays with the leaves
The weather turns colder
But as long as we believe
Love doesn’t get older
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Only after one leaves
Does this place become real
A crown jewel midst a rocky cliff
A place so beautiful its
Memory etches itself into your soul
Food to die for
Drinks to fight for…
On a journey of the heart
There’s so much to see
When the sky is dark
You’ll be right here
Right here with me
Good morning I vow*
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Hinihikayat po namin kayong lahat na magbasa patungkol sa panitikang mediterranean. Ang panitikang mediterranean ay patungkol sa ibat ibang uri ng panitikan na nagmula pa sa ibat ibang bansa. Ang inyong pagbasa at pag like nito ay katumbas ng inyong pagmamahal sa amin at nangangahulugan na kayo ay magbabasa na patungkol sa nasabing tema. Kaya basahin na ito at i click na po yung "heart" sa ibaba. Ito po ay para sa aming proyekto sa filipino.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
I swam in the mediterranean
and you mattered more.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
I never met the Mediterranean neither
His bride’s land nor their aquiline nose
I saw them as shifting images
Like a pair of oily eels.
They came with the waves tumbling-
Forward from few days journey
There was no wave of anger, only an
Insecure spring of a shell-less snail.
I cannot disremember the salinity,
The stretched little boy on its shores,
Floating pieces of lost hope
And the airless nights that followed.
Dear Mediterranean, there are
Millions out there, distant kin
I don’t want those dead on rectangular-
Cement slabs, bring them alive!
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Pink and said to be mean
Your tentacles tend to scare me
You're often alone, are you lonely?
Drymonema larsoni... don't worry
We can be friends, just don't sting me..
Native to the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and The Gulf of Mexico..
Searching for Moon Jellies and feasting once they're found
They wrap their tentacles around- them and drag them in
What a cruel fate? you may think that but we do the same thing.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
~
**Crickets, cicadas
orchestra meditates me. . .
I hear the bird's song.**
~
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Compliments to the baker
and so too my Barista
Smoothest crema on the tongue
juxtapose to lemon vapour.
Intense acute sensations
insist I close my eyes
Submit in rare humility
in awe of nature's true franchise.
Clarion note of citron zest
resounds on mellow creamy seas
Mediterranean sun distilled
now is witnessed here in me.
Tempered, rounded bitter hues
from Amazonian dark recess
waited aeons to infuse
and bring about this wanton bliss.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
I was breathing in the beauty of Scala dei Turchi,
as I sat atop pure white marlstone crescendo,
etched by the winds and the rains of time;
the view emphatically embracing the coast of Agrigento.
‘Twas along those balbutient banks of the Mediterranean sea
I saw him silently standing there,
his hands resting in white linen pockets,
the salt wind blowing through his peppery hair.
Serenely somber in quiescent stillness,
he was dashingly debonair,
his form earnestly beseeching, a wish
delicately wrapped in the guise of a prayer.
He peeled his stare away from crystal waters clear,
I was transfixed by eyes that gallantly gazed at me;
eyes that emerged from pools of a deep sorrow,
eyes as transparent as the turquoise blue sea.
Deftly ascending those limestone cliffs,
he was reminiscent of Saracen pirates penetrating;
with such determination of gait and surety of purpose,
he approached me with palpable power emanating.
His drawing near sent my heart swiftly a-pounding,
a halo of light behind his sun-kissed face –
I imagined I saw a shadowed smile emerge
as he nonchalantly quickened his pace.
He took his place beside me
atop the pure white marlstone crescendo;
and we waited for the sun to descend,
against the skies of beautiful Agrigento.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC