"cereus" poems
I.
The moon sings the languid flower,
to bloom at midnight hour
Harmonious feast transpires -
luminescent choir
Petals mirror la hue de Luna,
but pale below her glow
Though the desert sweet aroma,
is fragrance plus photo
Neither causing nightly failure,
in idyllic charm
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
II.
The moon a long gone distant rock,
yet pulls on ocean tops
Cereus lures with sweetest tricks,
and stings with countless licks
Battered holy asteroid face,
woos flawless solar gaze
And even though it causes mire,
lunar eclipses fire
The cactus thrives in driest sands,
and chokes in fertile lands
Alluring lonesome wanderers,
promising mere water
The lucid beauty bewilders,
as much as it can haunt
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
III.
You, once my cereus and moon,
were drowned in my love well
Perhaps, I was this to you too,
though your hole I’d not delve
However, what was first velvet,
morphed into devil’s horns
Winter shed those thorns in my chest,
now spring gifts hope and more
The icy grips of each winter,
provides spring fuel to spark
In fact, those powers are greater,
together than apart
IV.
Although we've gone on our own ways,
I wouldn’t change the past
For each step was necessary,
to find true love at last
We were once greater together.
I’m now greater apart.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Artemis
my Lady
though she belongs to none
light of the Moon
frowning down upon
the empty land
and lowered mounts
the ten pointed Star
crowns her head
and comets string her bow
Her arrow pierces
the center of my forehead
and I am Made new
made eternal
until my blood
feeds the cereus
that blooms only
at Night
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
I shake like a drooling fool,
exhale a snore
am spent as my drizzle creeps towards her ******
The loose flesh of me weighed down upon her,
but she wasn't there
She was running through fields of fresh emerald spears,
chases the wild horses of Patagonia
never catches them as she is overrun
carried away by the stallions from behind,
blooms a water lily opens and closes over and over,
Cereus opens with the touch of the Moon over and over,
feel the dust hear the waves of trampling hooves
as her face, a tense string,
shatters into an open mouthed smile and shout of,
"I am life, and you are the most blessed of creatures, here.
I am the glamor of everything.
I am Mother Earth in this moment,
screaming, fitting, wailing, quaking, coming.
Your diminishment has made this possible.
Bathe in the spinning cradle of life,
and stay still before you retreat from it."
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 7:15 AM UTC
My most beautiful flower
Unnoticed allure and grace
But I let it wilt and dry away
Drenched and empty vase
Like your heart I left to break
Each day I wished and prayed
To witness your blossoming face
One night per year I hope to stay
But it can never be the same
Because all flowers die of age
Inevitably leave us in dismay
I just wish I'd taken care
Of the flower I loved in every way.
-djs
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Butterflies dissolve like honey-colored lacquer
as I wander the insides of this bright amber moon.
I look for Mother behind a shaded glow-tree.
It is there that I find her folding clouds while bluebirds
dance in the hollow of her heart…
She’s redolent like star-oil from a night-blooming cereus,
With hair never-ending like shadows
sealed from the palest of light.
Her eyes are like tanzanite orbs set ablaze.
She wears robes made of koi scales, and silk from the sea.
As I gathered pearls for her from the mouth of lapis lazuli
shores, my feet touch the chilled sands as shells scurried
from my foot-falls.
As I fetched gossamer from a crystal spider
hiding in a nearby constellation, gold web danced through
my cramoisy hair.
With all of these things, I sat beneath a niveous dune,
out of sight from Mother as I made her a necklace that
resembled the remnants of a galaxy that she once lost.
When I presented my gift, she smiled, then gently
whispered:
"The bright galaxy standing before me is more than enough."
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
O’ Maiden of jeweled Elysium,
kissed by golden moon;
Iridescent skin swathed
in radiant, silken plume.
Come silently through
the darkling visage of shadowed dune,
And bless my turbulent slumber
with your ancient tune.
Linger here in redolence
with the nocturnal uraeus
Wandering through your hair,
amidst night-blooming cereus.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Night blooming cereus.
Mom do you remember when we're at the backyard enjoying the night sky?
We were anticipating for the night-blooming cereus to show its beauty,
It was beautiful as soon as it spread its petals,
And you told me. "You're like this flower once you're fully grown you'll be taken care of because you're as precious as this one."
I could only smile because I knew this kind of flower only blooms at night and die afterwards.
Mom, I am now a grown woman,
But I haven't told you about uncle Dorman,
Mom, at age of five he showed this odd endearment towards me,
I didn't like the way he looked at me,
I could feel by the way that he looks that he had feelings for me,
I wasn't wrong,
He really did like me.
At the age of fifteen, my purity is tainted with blood and that 1985 grape liquor in the cellar,
Mom, he touched me,
He snuck into my room and covered my mouth with his filthy hands,
He violated me,
He murdered my youth,
I knew then it was the end of me,
His heinous activities continued,
Every night he would stab me at my purity,
Use my temple for his libido,
**** my insides with his condemned being,
Mom, I can't take it anymore,
I hesitantly told you but,
But the expression you gave me wasn't the expression that I was expecting,
You started shouting at me and told me. "How can you disrespect a relative who kept you living"
I tried to explain,
I wasn't disrespecting him,
I was telling you the truth.
Time passed and I found an escape,
College happened and it was the time for me to live,
I had boyfriend and brought him home for dinner with the hopes of uncle will not touch or lust on me no more,
I felt secure until then.
Little did I know,
Uncle Dornan had a photograph of me,
Naked and tainted with his fluid,
I could only cry as the water run restless inside the bathroom.
Mom, I am now filled with anxiety,
I couldn't eat nor talk properly,
My whole life is breaking down and no one is there to help me,
That's when I started to tie a cheap rope that I bought from the nearest convenience store on the ceiling of my room,
I did end everything,
The sorrow,
The pain,
And the hurting,
I am in a better place now, Mom.
And you we're right, I was like a night blooming cereus,
I only lived a short life
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks now
my eyes are drier than driest deserts
I feel like a flower slowly losing my colour and petals
my ears long your laughs
which were never for my humour
like a night blooming cereus
mysterious, unique
and I am just a simple daisy
common, innocent
it’s just a crush they told
can a simple crush change me? No.
but true love can
he loved you for your beauty, who wouldn’t?
meanwhile I loved you for your real beauty
beauty that comes from the inside
like a honeybee I come to the smell of nectar
not to the deceiving colours
please come back
even if you don’t even acknowledge me
your face wakens a part which I never knew
and your smiles and laughs fuel it
all these fantasies breaking away with
every passing day without your presence
I don’t want it to end,
it is the only world in which I can feel love
and moreover where I can love you
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
Princess of the night,
Kissed by the romantic breeze:
Moon glows with envy.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
It was time to
modify the heritage―
in a delicate bid to
aid the dying.
A wrenching decision was―
to ask for an apology
from a living god.
I will crack, but
not come to you, to
invoke the grace of mercy.
The twilight sits at
my door to seek the nemesis.
Why did I swallow the moon
without asking the sky's womb?
Cocooned. Afraid
to show the scarred skin.
Your words bloom in dark,
like a cereus. I collect the fame
to light the candle in wind.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
The parched night-blooming cereus
aches for la lune’s silvery caress,
the same as I ache for the words
etched in secret codes on your tongue.
There’s a nightly symphony in your touch;
chamber music inspired by the hints
of heavy crimson within your lips;
velvet petals spreading before a rapture...
How I long to crush them to mine
with a sweet, savage brutality!
How I long to hear the angelic aria
of your moan.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Flowers that blossom at night:
those who open in the dark,
those who open to the dark.
I sit in my rum-bottomed boat,
thinking about the turns
& branches of my life.
No: my boat is dry-docked.
Let's be honest:
it's just a lonely bed, no oars.
But I am open, at last:
I am ready for someone
to come and turn their key
in this reddened lock.
Behind this door are rewards.
Behind this door I am waiting.
But let's be still more honest:
no one is racing down the hall
with a key in hand to try their luck.
I am a night-blooming cereus:
open in the dark, scented,
waiting for something in the black
to land and spread pollen.
I will breathe it - I will inhale
the sweetness, the gesture...
Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 9:50 PM UTC
He wants to revert
back to mutism.
No thyme―
no secrecy.
The half-baked pursuit
of non-violence,
accepting the violence,
on other way round.
The otherness.
You want to identify yourself
with a new religion.
Terror of anonymity?
A night blooming cereus
wanted to avoid the sun.
And love, must you
play desert?
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Did Romeo know Juliet would be the last beautiful thing he saw?
or is the Night-blooming Cereus fine with only seeing the night once a year
I always thought that falling in love would be different
I thought a day wasn't enough
but after I met you I realized that I'd die for just a glimpse at your face
a moment to hear your voice
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Another lonely night
watching night-blooming cereus
wind quietly passes by
dewdrop touches my eye
lonely street
traffic coming
going
dusk quietly leaves
the face of this
lonely window
looking at the world outside
alone
raindrops turn into tears
on my fingertips
memories fall heavily
on my heart again
and again
lonely spring morning
riding alone in lush surroundings
sounds of birds and water
sorrow of the wind
gently blows.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC