“AMBROSIA”

Day 7 (for November 7) of the #NaNoPoblano2021 challenge, here we go! Major Theme: “A Few of My Earliest Things”. Sub-theme: “10 of My Earliest Poems”. You can find more of my poems (written from high school up to, well, now) at the POETRY NOOK.

I’ve decided to skip a poem or two, which topics is/are somewhat similar to the most recent ones. The Filipino/Tagalog ones, I will share some other time. This poem I am sharing, I especially like. I can definitely tell how much I grew as a poetry writer. I do realize that I write best when I am going through something. Full dislosure: I shared this before along with a “sequel” for another challenge. It’s also been published online before.

ambrosia 1

“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