“THE WITCH’S BREW” #NanoPoblano2019

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The Witch’s Brew

Coffee and cream

mixed together,

make a wonder;

add sugar

along the way.

Which is which?

Which is real?

Can you segregate

by what, by how

you feel?

The witch

and her brew –

stirring

tasting

swirling

in this little cup

that’s you.

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

 

Last week, I was in my element and was posting from Monday to Thursday. Came Friday when I sort of had a tight schedule and had to travel for hours going home. I thought I could post anything, but I was tired and had no proper Internet connection.

I did not have Internet connection throughout the weekend, too! Sure, there was mobile data. But when I blog, I am more comfortable with a laptop. I am more at ease with an actual keyboard than with touchscreen that freakin’ messes up my words most of the time.

Came Monday. Unfortunately for my blogging, I started with a new client. My main task? To write. That’s how it’s been till Thursday. I am usually too tired to blog. So okay, to go back to the challenge, I posted another poem written years ago. I chose it for the title since it’s still November. The meaning/reason behind the poem is nothing near supernatural, though.

Hope you liked it. Well, hope you liked all my newly-posted poems so far. There’s more where that came from. Check out my POETRY NOOK.

“TAUNTED” #NanoPoblano2019

TAUNTED

I am forever taunted
by the promise
of a new day,
an elusive dream
waiting on the palm
of my hands.

I close my hands
only to find
what has always
been there —
a touch of empty air
that I, myself, molded.

The promise is my own doing.

The new day is my own dream.

Until such time, I forever hold nothing.

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

 

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“SOULS” #NanoPoblano2019

It’s about time I post some poetry.

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souls

bared souls

intertwine –

yet never touch

does she dare tell

the secrets of her own?

***

small talks

small souls

I turn away

***

he knows not

or perhaps

he wishes, too

for a kindred soul

but she knows not

***

two souls,

ancient,

stare at

an empty

horizon

that i

refuse to see

***

the thin line

SNAPS!

oh dear!

poor soul

hanging

by the thread

of sanity

…or what’s left of it.

***

here in limbo

the soul dies

more and more

each and every day

and every day

every day

every

ev

e

.

all that’s left is a period

deemed insignificant

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

“WOUNDED”

Yesterday (my yesterday) was the right time to post something like this.

WOUNDED

 

Words fall on deaf ears,

lost in translation

where arrogance kills humility.

 

In this vicious cycle,

we learn only to unlearn

giving power to jealous gods.

 

We fan the fire

with senseless tears

and we feed the pain

with self-inflicted pity.

 

What evil there must be

that resides in broken hearts?

 

No hope. No pride.

 

No power over it

that engulfs us.

 

Only a hatred

kept with a force

that kills wounded souls.

 

 

Copyright © by J.Gi Federizo

“AMBROSIA” I & II #atozchallenge2015

It’s time for the A-to-Z Challenge! For my first post, I give you “AMBROSIA” I & II, written separately but “inspired” by the same people.

Now, my theme is MYSELF, and this is Me, raw. As a poet (poetess, to be politically correct), I am admittedly not as prolific as I want to be, and that is mainly because it’s my emotions that guide me. To those who still do  not know how I write, I think   I write best when I’m mad. Not something to be proud of, but that’s how I am wired…

AMBROSIA

If there is truth in Armageddon,
The earth shall open and swallow you whole,
Down to the deepest core where the fires of hell will burn you.

No, search not for your soul…
It would be futile, hell consumed it long ago;
You are a dead man walking, a man with no soul.

If there is truth, at all, in Armageddon,
Then I will gladly wait for it.
I will, at last, taste my ambrosia, my sweet revenge!

…And I will never have to lift a finger.

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

Written: March 9, 1999

 

AMBROSIA II

Dead man walking, your dark blood runs through me
Like an ugly, evil curse that never dies,
Evil in that cruelty you wield in the absence of a soul.

I will not yield nor die in vain, but avenge myself
Through your own shallowness and ignorance,
And your miserable, pitiful, unimportant existence.

Armageddon is mine to hold and mine to cast,
Mine, after all, as I patiently await your downfall.
My ambrosia, my sweet revenge, my exquisite nirvana!

…Justice will speak, and what price you will pay.

 

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

Written: June 11, 2002

“MITOS”

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MITOS

She glides through the night
like a specter in the mist,
silent to the world
lest caught in the war she waged.
She slides through the night
silent and unseen,
yet he hears her, sees her…
smells the very sweet scent of her.
Her touch may very well define
the meaning of his existence;
her eyes may very well hold
his soul suspended in a dream.
She is real to him who sees her
as he drowns himself in the wonder of her myth.

 

Copyright © by J.Gi Federizo

Inspired one day, I felt like writing a poem in relation to my fiction that was originally titled MITOS and is now temporarily called MAYA. The poem was an experiment, a sonnet without the restrictions, hee hee. I just followed the 14-lines rule. I am not sure if it’s still going to be a part of the story, nevertheless…Meanwhile, I am currently writing the next, long-awaited scene (long-awaited by me, at least).