Gesture on Jan 22, 2012 in Poem by Kelvin S. Mangundayaopartially boiledoffspring of nature,pressed deepover salted earth -naked and still.then wrappedin plain sightalong with tasty sauce.because,this isn't for ownpleasurebut how it shouldbe presentedto the Gods.--- ><> &g...
The Faun on Dec 12, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. Mangundayaoi.Downhill in the woodland,intimate with the woodbinesand - yes - there lies a faun;there lies and alone.ii.Feeling the weed as it weepsin cheer of Phoebus' touchand list'ning to the walkingof the many li'l feet.iii.Breathing...
Morning Companion on Nov 8, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. MangundayaoAnd from this half-lighted room,behind the glossy window,I rest like the other birds waitingfor that stranger to feed mein his hands.But when I think how unknowinglythe light has entered intomy room and true-birds speaklanguag...
Mahogany Hour on Oct 31, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. Mangundayaowhen i hear how convincinglythe mahogany speaks to me,in behalf of my fathersand the many of 'em, i believe,i killed, i thoughti already mastered the flavoursof their tongues.'til one night i breathed-in,tasted the amber ofmy...
Secret Haiku Days II on Oct 26, 2011 in Haiku by Kelvin S. MangundayaoA buzzing sound cameEarly morning in the field -The flowers shivered.
Secret Haiku Days I on Oct 26, 2011 in Haiku by Kelvin S. MangundayaoThe morn awakes meBy some knocks at the window:A Maya's peeping.
After the Rain on Oct 20, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. MangundayaoThou risest again,dear Master,re-righting thyself above.Dark shades of un-ending rainpassest by, departingthy throne.Red roses burning brightere the boughsof a proud Mango tree.Holy firmament, prithee,loan me a li'lbird's feet...
Rainy Days on Sep 22, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. MangundayaoStirring cup of hotchocolate teabedded by saucerone familiar evein September equinox.Missing those prairie dayswhen only the silenceof scattered ancient rocksdisturbs your curiosity -ah, so long sincea cricket hummedhis early...
To Brother After the Storm (a Sestina) on Aug 26, 2011 in Sestina by Kelvin S. Mangundayao The morn awakes us by the blueing sky and of the passing by the fabric clouds. Are thou asleep? Dear brother please be not. The day is bright, Phoebus is coming out. Can't thou hear the Mayas re-righting hymns of bliss, h...
Scream on Aug 23, 2011 in Poem by Kelvin S. Mangundayao Fifth floor, room fifty five each step a path to Hell - still and gloomy. I can't hear. I can't hear. Doth the baby cry?: No. No. Never. Fifth floor, room fifty five each step a path to Hell - still and gloomy. I can he...
