Charlene Delfin's Blog, page 4

Rhyme On

Dearest me, you are made of wordsThat are portals to various worlds,,Leading to servants, queens and lordsAnd many scenic woods to see.
Leading amidst the great battles,Describing as the world rattles,With a plot that never settlesThat's twisting round and round wildly.
Leading to the calm of peacetime,Where relaxation ain't a crime,Where all people can sing and rhyme,And watch Netflix sleepily.
May you keep your words togetherIn times of deep, troubling botherAnd raise sad souls to the ether.May you keep rhyming, persevere.

The Rebellion of the People in My Paper

 

Don't speak loudly, they're reading,The people who read her writing.Those people read what we're saying.And when you scream, you're in all CAPS.
Because of her, they know about us.Gone is the freedom, all that was.Anonymity doesn't last,But we still live in this paper.
Little people humans can't see,Living, breathing, thriving withinEvery page, every book freely,Until she started to write here.
Listening and then revealingEverything she's heard us saying.All the bloody details, telling,Telling on us all of the time.
Call everyone to this meeting.We will discuss what we're thinking,For humans shall not be knowingAbout people in the paper.
We'll organize a mutiny,Because we are for privacy.The only way's democracy.So let us go and kick her out.
This is for a new tomorrow!For civilization to grow!Soldiers, line up, row upon row!Freedom for people in the paper!

The Floodgates

 

The big sky has turned gray.There is gray everywhere.Don't let kids go astray.There's gray on every stair.Big, dark and heavy cloudsLike Reaper's ghouls in crowds.
Winds like waves, streets like sea,Twigs and ceilings fly free,And the clouds swirl darkness.
And then it falls, falls, falls.The large raindrops pelting,Hitting the roofs, the walls.In the cold winds, slanting.The loud noise is steady.Forming every eddy.
Winds like waves, streets like sea,Twigs and ceilings fly free,I can fly with an inside-out umbrella.
From the roofs, they're pouring,O it's a water world.Raincoats get a washing;Inside, outside, behold!If it'll rain like Wales,I prolly should grow scales.
Winds like waves, streets like sea,Twigs and ceilings fly free,The sky pours, and it pours, and it pours.
Hours pass, nothing's changed.Only the winds have come,Swirling winds with sprinkles,Tearing the trees undone.A piece of roof flying;Duck or we'll be dying!
Winds like waves, streets like sea,Twigs and ceilings fly free,The firetruck turns upside-down.
These pools around my toesHave risen to my knees.Grabbing hard on the poles,The flood is taking me!It took the dog away!Save it another day!
Winds like waves, streets like sea,Twigs and ceilings fly free,The dog swam back home.
And it stayed, and it stayed, and it stayed.

Hyacinthine Hair

Soldiers, winners, crowding in the palace.These men dining, drinking with tunes of war.Your queen, alone without some help. Alas!But could these men of kingdoms from lands far,Could you try, string this bow, and hold afar,And shoot this one arrow through cold axes?All twelve axes without hitting pillars.If one of you is him, may you confess?He who can shoot arrows through these axes.Superior king, ruler of men is he,Ruler of my own heart through the ages,But a cunning trickster to enemies.Only that man can win this game, I mean.Only him knows the ways, the turns to win.

And So It Was Posted

Like a powerful ocean,The raging river continuously flowed,Its waters glistening under the blinding sun.As the waters clashed against stones and each other,They created a sound that was like a thousand screaming men.The air felt cold, with sprays of water falling on his feetAs he stood next to the river.The air smelled of wet soil, rocks,And the scent of water that had been travelling through many forests.Somewhere along the river came blowingThe fresh scent of such forests,Mixed together into the other scentsTo create one powerful auraThat had a life of its own.
He reached into the water, cupping his hands together to get some,And raised his hands to his mouth to take a sip.The water was cold and fresh.He felt cold but alive as it traveled down his throatAnd filled his stomach,All the while trickling down the sides of his handsAnd down his wrists to his elbows.He saw with his ears that someone was approaching.In the middle of an island in the Philippines,Who could be here with him?On the other hand, anybody could be here with him.All foreign tourists wanted to see these islands,Most of them just feared the Abu Sayyaf.Could they be planning to kidnap him?But the Abu Sayyaf kindapped only rich Americans,And they did it in the tourist spots.They probably wouldn't Allahu Akbar their wayTo the beautiful island of life.This island was connected with everything;To the water, to the earth, to the sky, and to his soul.There was a sudden sound behind him,Which made his soul jump out to the outer spaceAnd return to his body within a second.It was Charlene, the ghost!It was rumored that she was a writer,Who could dream up ideas so well,She always ended up appearing in the places she wrote aboutAs a ghost wearing different clothes.Today, she was wearing a pirate's hatAnd a mix of gowns from the Victorian Era.She must have been writing about this island.Scientists believed she had discovered the first wormhole,But they could not experiment on herBecause she had wormholed herself into her computerAnd she wouldn't let anyone knowHow it worked.The ghost looked peacefulEven when she opened her mouth and said,"Call your lover and tell him you love him before I delete this draft.""This draft sucks," she told him."No! Save it! Post it on your blog," he pleaded, raising his hands in panic."The NaPoWriMo is ongoing, they're gonna love it," he claimed."Really? My characters are always manipulating me to keep them alive," she sighed.Then she disappeared into the mistOf the sprays of water on the riverbed.Satisfied, he turned to admire the raging river,The sounds of a thousand screaming men,The scent of wet soil, rocks, and fresh water,And the blinding sun.

Place

 

The first was the biggest,

But it was my own home.

So never in earnest

Did I find any wrong.

The second was so small,

It didn't have a hall.

The third was way smaller.

It's like a slice of cake.

Smaller and narrower,

The rest of it you ate.

The fourth was beautiful,

But it was for a fool.

The fifth was barely there,

Suspended in the air

And everyone can stare.

The sixth one has no name,

For I'm ordered by law

To omit this one name.

The seventh was low.

The eighth could be perfect

If noises don't affect.

Hacker(n)

 All things' black but the screen.

The silence of the night.

As they sleep, he's unseen.

The clicking sounds so light.

Overheated eyeballs

In ordinary walls.

He's glancing at the time.

It's only a minute.

Like an addictive rhyme,

It's just another bit.

Let me finish this one.

I can't sleep 'til it's done.

Two hours have passed by.

The Earth turns like a sigh.

He keeps wondering why.

Why this thing doesn't work.

Why it's not listening.

Read, analyze, and fork.

The loops iterating.

Counting up, counting down.

If this, then beyond.

What's Funny

Lying on cold, hard floor

In confusing darkness.

Feeling chills from the door.

In all the noisiness,

The agonizing pain,

Cutting through the cool rain.

Just looking back to how

My hopeless plight transpired.

I'm doing my best now.

I'm fast. I'm sharp. I'm wired.

But I guess it's too much.

Losing sight, losing touch.

Trapped in this one body,

The pain is burning me

Until I cannot see.

What have I done so wrong

To deserve this torture?

But life is like a gong,

And even tears can't cure.

It's irregular, you see?

It's crazy, it's funny.

The Dragon Shrine

 

Staring into space,

Seeing dragons new.

Every day in this place.

Staring into space.

Not a single expression on my face

As I continue

Staring into space,

Seeing dragons new.

I'll smile if you give me things that shine.

But for now, I will tune out,

Mentally worshipping at the Dragon Shrine.

I'll smile if you give me things that shine.

Sparkling, blinking, divine.

Far from evil, far from rout.

I'll smile if you give me things that shine.

But for now, I will tune out.

From the Other Side

There's beauty in silence

Filling the whole place up,

For a person of sense

Is never gonna stop

Weeding the noisy ones

Out without any chance.

Always stay vigilant.

You cannot miss a thing.

Do not give in to want,

For everyone living

Could be a trickster true

Without giving a clue.

Hide within your hoodie.

No one's ever ready.

A world so unsteady.

In time, you will succeed.

On that beautiful day,

You will fulfill the creed.

But for now, let us say

Prayers on this wild ride

Way from the other side.