I could not pull the trigger
Her brook look had me transfixed
Her gentle brow killed the killer
My preying instinct nixed.

Her gazelle form filled my mind
She is forest mornings prancing
Very much want to go behind
Her to follow sunrays’ dancing.

My doe-eyed lover
To death my shooter’s ways pass
I feast on prized meats no longer
Instead I eat buds, leaves, and grass.

So what if I eat grass, so that you and I will be vegetarians that’s not so bad, we’ll imitate those cheeky peta models and put lettuce leaves on each other and if we would like to have a salad binge then well, we’ll get more from the supermarket, and we’ll have fun picking those groceries together and push the shopping cart like two pilots of a jumbo jet and we’ll whip up a nice nutritious sumptuous healthy meal and we’ll talk about our plans for night and the day and the weeks and the years…wow, why, let’s take a trip to the nearest tourist attraction with our eyes open and our pockets closed, let’s open our hearts to ranging the forests of dreams with no hunters but ourselves in disguise as does doing the impossible, being, staying, and fighting to be…vegetarians.

It’s inevitable
We’ve uploaded a lot
Just to update our relationship
Now
The bytes per second got slower
Surfing took longer
We could not search immediately
Our windows opening with agonizing pace
You just
Smiled
A powerful refresh
I just stopped looking at the computer
Just stopped
You opened a new window
I was refreshed
After all the fuss about uploads and pop-ups
Everything was reloaded anew
You
Smiling.

Seasons

When you serve the best coffee
It is summer
You give me a new tie
It is autumn
You slap me for looking at another
It is winter
You forgive me
It is spring
You cook me bacon and toast
It is summer
You are sulky silent
It is autumn
You sleep with your back to me
It is winter
You hug me

~added tidbit [whew! new!]~

Impatience with the Seasons

I can not wait till

The February chill

To buy all those chocolates

To shop for all those lingerie

Planning for all those dates

To wow with surprise menagerie

I just want to think now where I will be

Always with you

The you that never grows old

Never grow cold

Not by trinkets sold

But to stand by

Your twinkling laughter that turns

Our Moments to Gold.

A downloaded question

Is it

Possible

That I can

Upload

Our Connection

to Our Internet

So that

We will be constantly

One Online

Real time?

~~~

When I was lost in those unfamiliar streets
You took my hand and brought me to your garden

You opened the flower in my mind when I
Was supposed to buy you flowers

From lovers we became fighters
Fighting together and fighting each other

Till we drifted apart and came back together
Came back together

Driven from paradise by a flaming sword
Driven to love each other with an aiming word
I love you

These words will fall all the time
But they fly again
Always
In my heart for you always.

[I have rediscovered the pleasure of reading my poetry here like they aren't mine, and I feel that I would love to share them again with a bit of thought that I think must be on there, with the hopes that you would feel the same way. Rereading your own works will always be the garden from which you will harvest seeds for more wonderful verses of Verve and Velvet.]

Being a fighter is concerned with timing
Where time is not so golden as the best boiling point
Knowing when to thrust and when to stand still
Paying the bills while the vices are idle.

Being a being is to be
Not to be a wuss of what was
Or to pine away at what will
But to present the past, past the future, the future is presented
Tenses figure much to carve a contender from night to day
Tensions that need precision in being released or unsprung
Let nothingness end and the motion unsprung
Let the hero be unsung.

I settled on the sensuous sheen
Intense shiver of the sense of your skin
Intimate sashaying of my sally on
Intricate secrets that salved my soul

Valor vigilant but not on violence
Vibrating on a volume of vivification
Vanquishing and vouchsafing
Value of her vitality on velvet

Fine feelings of her felt of flowing
Fancy facing me as we flashed
Flamed feverish yet fulfilled
Forever freed from fear with freshness.

I floated on your warm current of desires
Was jerked awake with the thermocline of your convictions
Surprised by your talent’s marine fires
I swooned in the whirlpool of your emotions.

I dare not touch the jellyfish of your jealousies
Nor the hammerheads of your poseidon tensions
I clung to the dolphins of your siren ecstasies
Rode with the whales of your decisions.

Despite the storms above your ocean
I found the calm of your depths
When it’s darkest in my landlocked prison
Your bioluminescence of your sea creatures beckons me in the deeps.

Having swum in your ocean I can breathe better in you
Your wet embrace I’ll always seek
Your heartwave pours in me through and true
As we both scale your underwater peak.

Pacquiao gets another victory from the defensive and so very cautious Marquez. The history of boxing has acquired another jewel of a fighter in this highly accomplished but humble man from the Philippines, an eight division world champion, who grew up from the slums and is now a true Champion and a congressman, and just might be the next president of that country. This is not so much about Manny’s qualification as the undisputed world boxing victor, or saying that the most recent fight with Marquez was not controversial, but rather, we are looking into what Marquez was thinking when he came into that ring to defeat a warrior who had proven himself countless times over.

I will not belabor this writing with moment-by-moment, round-by-round description of the exchange of blows between the fighters, but I just want a question asked and answered. Did Marquez think that being on the defensive, to stick to the tactic of “counter-punching”, make him deserving of a win here?

He could have gone all out on this one, especially this is already their third fight. If he had gotten his memories straight, his old tactic that of a coiled snake in the grass, come closer and I’ll sting you, is very simplistic and has no creativity in terms of offense. True, he did try to throw small jabs here and there however, as a challenger, risk-taking and wholehearted combinations were missing from his attacks. If you lost by decisions twice already, why not go all out, try to pummel your nemesis till you run out of gas but at least show some determination, bravery, and grit into the round, and let the paying public get their money’s worth? A knock-out would really be a defining moment. I’d say I’ll floor my opponent first, then go on to the defensive, and I’ll really be ready for an all-out barrage from my opposite as well. No. He ran, he counter-punched, then he ranted.

Storming out of the ring after the fight is but a childish way of covering up a defeat he has no way of preventing. That bit about being interviewed with only a sombrero is but a comic relief after the public was shortchanged with a fighter not willing to go down fighting to just might yet win a crown. Of course, he would have definitely get bludgeoned and swollen-mugged if he did try to bash up the defending champion the same way Pacquiao’s other opponents had experienced, but at least they were going for the knockout themselves. Bumps and bruises heal anyway. However, it was either he fears Pacquiao’s knocking-out power or he does not have what it takes to knock-out the Champion. Pacquiao had stood up against larger fighters like Diaz and De La Hoya but Pacquiao’s iron fists had reminded them they’re only human. Marquez went to the ring, probably hoping to win by points rather than slug it out with the Pacman, and still ended up trounced by points. Just imagine a world champion defeated just by points! As if the Warrior does not know what it takes to win! Next time, Marquez, when you meet up with a Champion, make sure you knock him out, or fall to the canvas trying.

The win was not controversial at all. What we saw is a lack of heart, bravery, and creative offense from the part of the challenger, and superiority of boxing class from the Philippine Pacman.

~~~

But I can’t totally leave them behind
I can’t just let them drown
In that loneliness that is fatherlessness
That void that I can never fill
Filled up once more in my progeny’s
Malnutrition
By a million damn originators who just
Love being deceived
Yet not be the lioness that
Would fight for cub and coupler
Tooth and claw.

How many stars have died just to bring this about?
How many egos gravitated to neutron star status
For holding on to ignorant wants?
Solidifying and neurotifying the mind?
I will have to go nova
Novelty of holding on to let-gone sparks
Beware sharks
The final bell has not yet sounded.