What is it with Mornings

What is it with Mornings
by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
August 26, 1993

What is it with mornings

The fresh air and the slow radiance

Green leaves and purple petals

reaching out to the heavens

Their soul thirstily

Wanting, Waiting

For that unseen spirit

Sprinkling life to a new day

What is it with mornings

That makes your eyes shimmer

With renewed anticipation

To sing with the birds

To roar with the mighty engines of man

As they rise from their slumber

To sweep the dust

Of yesterday

And trod

The newly washed path

Of today

What is it with mornings

That makes your eyes glimmer

At times with tears

Not of joy

For the beauty that is the morning

Makes you wonder

On what is to be

For the rest of the day

That can match its splendor

To keep our hearts moving

Our soul erupting

Rapture Eternal

Longer Than the Future

Longer Than the Future
by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
May 15, 1993

Groping in the emptiness

Of none-life

Seeking

Hoping

Feeling

What is there

To live for

What is there

To die for

We have

The Future

We have

The Life

To live

Or to waste

A friendly reply

Not to worry

For we shall solve all

All these problems

All in the future

I continue

And say

And pray

Hopefully,we

Can mend our wrongs

Longer

Longer than the Future

Total Eclipse - Jovy de la Paz

Total Eclipse

by Jovy de la Paz

I govern the day; I romance the night

I empower the intellect; I inspire their arts

I am their source; I am their muse

I am your reason; I am your reflection

You are my heart; You are my crown

We never meet; Our shadows kiss

I rise; I depart

The mathematics of our game

Constant sum of fire and rain

Caught in between aerial space

Ushers the rise and fall of empires

Devouring sweet stolen moments

Immortalizing reason and emotion

On new leaves of undying poetry

Never to meet but in discreet

Shadows of the sun and the moon

To rise and soon to depart

Into the huge trembling stage

Of the unknown transformation

CRUMPLED

CRUMPLED
Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga
(May 8, 1993 – Given to my Mom on Mother's Day of 1993)


Crumpled in a womb of warmth
Gentle beats of a caring heart
A cry of pain, a gasp of blind life
A journey of uncertainty

Crumpled in a womb of mystery
The beats and caresses unceasing
A cry of pain, a gasp of a life gone blind
A journey of hope

BOOKS - a cinquain

Cassim (a revised ending for Ali Baba & the Forty Thieves)

This was written by my eight year old son -Noah as part of his homeschooling work. He was asked to write an alternative ending to the story of Ali Baba.- ADRL

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Cassim ( A revised ending for Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves )


If Cassim got out of the cave, I would like this to happen.

When Cassim was going home he slipped and fell in a river. He lost all his treasure. When he got out, he saw a yellow feather. He took it and dropped it in the water (by accident). When he found it again, he saw it turn to gold. He decided to keep it.

He travelled but couldn't find his way home. He found a water path that he thought would lead him home. He saw that the feather became dirty. When he washed it and took it out of the water, he did not see a golden feather but a golden wing. He was so surprised but he just kept on walking.

While he travelled he kept seeing his golden wing (once a feather) get dirty and the more he washed it the more bird parts it formed until he finally completed a golden bird.


When the golden bird became dirty, Cassim washed it and the golden bird became a real bird. The bird flew in one direction and Cassim followed it. When the bird landed, it landed on a tree next to Cassim's house. He thanked the bird and the bird flew away.

When he told his wife his story she was surprised.

Cassim became a new man.

The End

Even Titans Do

Even Titans Do
by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga

Rumbling in the
Sweltering icy chamber
Of longing
Gently comes the strokes of
Images past
Bringing calm to the whirling walls
Putting dreams into an embracing
Sleep
For even men of wax cease to melt
And form into another day
Dark Harmony
A majestic yellow of hope
Leaves and fields of green
For even titans do live
For even titans do love

Awaken

Awaken by Alan D. R.de Luzuriaga 

  Dreams are made of oceans 

Memories of roaring flames 

Atop the sunlit blinding Light locked in eyelashes 

Sunset lips amidst foggish 

Eyes. 

 Circling sounds 

That thunder to an 

Endless waking slumber

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