"haling" poems
”good night, good travels, pitch black”
depending on how one counts,
cause size matters,
do have I
one small blessing
though little do I get, more-less,
in each twenty four measuring cup,
when the sleep gas has come-for-inhaling,
lidded heavy with greatful/tearful anticipation,
it’s less than sixty seconds till
dispatched to where all poems
plead like unborn angels for
good parentage
the spoken good night ritual signaled and completed
with a perfect half turn skating axel onto ones side,
preceded by, a single solid smacking of
an innocent but flaccid, equally tired pillow,
then lost in pitch black galaxy travels
with other sleep-drunk little princes
instead of the wavering, singular word,
a traditional goodnight,
a parting and a haling simultaneous mumbling issuing,
undebated and a wish shot to all within dream-shot, a title,
“good travels”
to places where ferment the aging words under
the winemakers watchful caring eyes opening,
names or titles, same difference, for the newborn babes
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, I shall embark!
In search of an ark
The ferry’s set sailing
You people that do sleep, hark
Anubis, Osiris, Hades are hailing!
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
Fulfilling the uttered destiny
Heart beats slowing, or failing
Curing the ennui of monotony
Life’s made of delights, some agony
What goes around, comes around
Seemed to be in perfect harmony
Not a thief, but the righteous’ crowned
6/12/2011
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Put genitals in your mouth
No one bats an eye
Eat a chip off the floor
After five seconds
People lose their ****
Whirl down Cupid’s Hill
Post office bound
Island air and golden sun bars
Through moon roof
Corner pocket
Western union
Mow down island dogs
Kintaro
Please mow down as many as possible
You love dogs?
I do too.
But, no, it’s the humane thing to do
Otherwise they cry all night
With suicide eyes
But no pointer fingers to
Pull the trigger
Or tug-of-war
A baby piglet in half
Red spray painted
Toe nails
And
I lose sleep
And get nasty with
Unsuspecting writing students
All day Thursday
And
Besides
It’s not like they
Won’t be dinner for
Your neighbors
anyway
Be weary
Menwai are tricky here
Find one who is the ****
And spend your time with them
Better yet
Choose a westernized local
Someone who knows and
Respects both sides
Because
For some reason
Menwai lack any ******* semblance
Of depth and loyalty
In paradise
No, no
If you want integrity and honesty
A westernized local is the way to go
You dig
Because who knows if that
One Adonis
“Friend” of yours won’t
Keep a secret local girl friend
Locked away in his forbidden,
No trespassing 4TY apartment
And **** all the girlfriends
You confided your feelings in
For said
Statuesque Portland haling
Lawyer
“Friend”
In your apartment
Lies
Fairytales
And fallacies
Get me off this rock
If only for a weekend
On Black Coral or Nahlap
I can eat ramen for days
Ratted, greezy and
Scattered-ass ramen packs
Two Kool-aid red fingertips
Away from grasping
Something that at least
RESEMBLES confidence
And security
Because when your
“Curls and Gurls”
Best Peace Corps mate
Isn’t around to make you
Laugh till tears
Laugh at the absurdity
So that you can feel:
“At Last!
Grounded.”
You allow your brain and heart to
Meet in that covert cloud
Looming above
Decrepit Kolonia-town
But,
But:
THE TEEJ MALI says:
More free
More free
So far surviving slum and street
Wearing these scars
Just as he is meant
To be
So you know *****
Gonna be alright
Soon
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
fly, be free
**A
B C
D E
F G
H**
I
Just
Kid
L ove
Me!
No
One (ever did)
Perhaps
Questions
Reveal
Secrets
Time
Unknown
Vows
Whimsical
X haling a breath
You land in my
Zone
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
winds of change began to blow
whirling in a different circulation
was the onset in alternate show
we did see its reverse oscillation
it would always be the same drift
in blew the current not familiar
inevitable this variable lilt's shift
instead of the ever so similar
the old guards twirl was replaced
timely this course of rotation
their admin's were all displaced
to permit substitute invocation
heaving with a breath of force
heralding another direction
how they did like this divorce
haling the swing of inflection
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Haling down a cab that's going far too fast,
standing on the roadside as it's flying past
turn and watch the tail lights as the next one's slowing down
Picking up the pieces that were left behind
Thought that you were broken but I've come to find
all these things were welded into something of a cabbie's crown
you were cheap, you were easy,going my way, going ******
not the Ritz, hotel cheesy,down in Helluva, that's Hell
then you prayed, and you pondered, and at once your sins were laundered
now your past won't weigh you down,looks like you're holding up quite well
once incarcerated for a job you did
spent a year in prison, you were just a kid
didn't even know enough to cover up the video
the drinking and the drugging and the life you knew
da pimpsters and da players with da cooties who
left you feeling ***** but I see you've got a whole new show
you were free,you were lazy, going my way,going crazy
almost pushin' up a daisy,you were halfway home to Hell
then you prayed.and you pondered,and at once your sins were laundered
now your past won't weigh you down, I see you're holding up quite well
Choking on the ashes of your history
how you got away from them a mystery
the gas was on the burners babe, and someone blew the pilot out
so now you drive a taxi for the NYC
working nights, you tell me, "no one rides for free"
Got to hand it to you, you're a hacker, but you've worked it out
you were rough,you were noisy, going my way, back to Joisey
going anywhere, but Boise,not just anywhere, but Hell
then you prayed, and you pondered,and at once your sins were laundered
now your past can't weigh you down, you wear your cabbie crown quite well.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
The road is narrow
The path is dark
The ensuing sparrow
This pilgrimage, we shall embark!
The ferry set sailing
In search of an ark
Anubis, Osiris; hand in hand, hailing!
You people that do sleep, hark
Heart beats slowing, a few failing
meeting the written destiny
Shred by shred, bit by bit, haling
a sense of ennui envelopes amply
Vicious circle, round after round
moments of delights, some agony
what goes around, comes around
Seems to be in perfect harmony
6/25/2015
* New Version
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Hallow, most serene,
Wooed with words wonderfully woven
Into love scrolls and scrips;
That delighted the pages of her heart...
Suddenly, his wind strayed,
Became the author of all her pains;
Scrambling every word...
Haling, hurling, hurting; till they taunt.
Love died that fateful day,
Buried beneath bosoms of frustration;
Amongst tormenting thorns,
To sprout anew, bud and blossom but....
She lingers, assured someday,
She'll become the bouquet on his gravestone;
Whence fate will cheer and jeer.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Light knocks skyward...the world opens
unto itself.
One immense illumination felled--
despite ourselves we find shadows
outstretched...rationed eclipses to
ground.
The light of the world secreted...
becoming ominous upon thee.
Motioning, as if haling the soul's
transport...the living seem untimely.
As an arm raised to the wind to better
feel of it, discern direction--a handful of will.
We pull one another from moments...
and in that pulling agree that time has
passed.
We wear a mind of welcome--to make
our way through what's forbidding.
Light knocks skyward...the world opens
unto itself--we were meant to move and
be moved by its embedded cognizance.
Till love has become of us, and the light
of the world we are...undone.
For that which knocks must be answered.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
At first glance, I was fascinated
It wasn't love or lust
Infatuation or adulation
But a straying glamour
On an endless route of time travel
She didn't speak much
Just a routine of infinite euphoria
And a numberless mist of cigarettes
Ex haling her pains through every puff
I stole glances frequently
Wandering what lies behind
Those un tainted lips of bewildered smiles
Hoping to exhume her hideous secrets
I listened with lustful enthusiasm
To a saddened tuned tale
Halting my curiosity, many a time
To take a puff
As I await tiny to lit another cigarette
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Paano ba mag simula uli?
Paano ba muling ma haling sa dating pinapangarap?
Ang musikang inaalay sa mga makikinig,
ang mga linya't katagang tumatagos sa damdamin ng iba.
Kelan ba ito papangaraping muli?
Kelan ba mag-aalay muli?
Ngayon? Bukas? O wag nalang kaya?
Ang dating silakbo ng damdamin sa musika, nasaan na?
Nangangarap paring ito ay bumalik.
Sa tuwing hinahagkan ko ang aking instrumento,
umaasang ako'y muling masabik.
Umaasang muli.
Nangangarap uli.
Hanggang sa muli,
aking pinangarap.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
I see her
Tubed up and drugged
Up where
She's telling me
She loves me
But I see she's somewhere
Else.
Anxiety of her
Own self.
Who could blame her?
The roads we've walked before
Is the same as that meteor shower
Haling from above
Without any kind shove
And what you've got what you wish forever more;
Fragile as a dove;
Delicate as imagined love.
Take real life
And paint it.
Let it rain on top of you
Like hail
In the Spring
Unsuspecting and
Unknown.
She told me there
Was nothing to worry about,
Yet then,
The story took a turn
For the worst.
The young go to battle
For they think
Death will never
Cross their path.
A bullet sails grazing
Just like they say it does
In Time
Magazine.
You know...it pays to worry
Every now and again.
Have you ever read Céline?
It's ironic,
When you hate life,
And He lays in strife because of life,
Yet are so protective
Of life
When you realize it is your own.
Lord knows,
He knows,
She knows,
You know that without life
One would be
Without it.
Oh' then,
Who then,
Who would we
Be then?
If the golden hen never
Told us to wake, no,
Never told us to wake.
Who would we be then
If the naked sun never set or the
Shallow moon never set?
Kel:
You are the love of my life.
I'd go round the world as long as I could be
Your howling hound.
You make the sound and I'll
Be your pound.
Grant me the notes and I will tote
Your grievances, your mishaps, your mistakes, for I'll
Only smile, sometimes in ill confidence, taking yours as mine
And mine as yours; taking you in like honey dew in the
Spring time, bees buzzing like a thousand and one dimes.
A bell behind the mirror; a prayer behind the box; a thousand years from now when we're dead and buried, we'll still talk.
Yeah, babe,
We'll still
Talk.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
It will always appear
Confusing
To most quite amusing
So I will attempt
To confess
How I can be
Both
So **** cursed
And yet very
**** blessed
The hang man
Isn't hanging
Death defying
Flaying
Upon the cliff
I'm scaling
The crowd
Neither haling
Nor for me rallying
I'm a star
Yet a hellion
Because
Higher thinking
In their eyes
Is rebellion
But then again
The hell with them!
'Cause I'm **** blessed
The end!
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC