Category Archives: Poetry

Winter Haiku

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white snow-laden trees

outlined by shadowy bark

winter once again.

 

ii

green winter giants

arms reach out in silent plea

weighed down with wet snow.

the empty canvas (a poem)

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an empty canvas stands

in my living room waiting

hidden behind the layers of white

a myriad images call to me

begging me to coax them into being

clamoring for attention

paint me! one calls

no, me! croons another

me…me…me… another pleads

and yet another merely stares

with eyeless sight

the tubes and bottles of paint

sit silently accusing me of indecision

my brushes whisper hissing

static releasing sparks in the crisp september air.

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

i hitched my dream… (poem)

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i hitched my dream to a falling star

and like the star it didn’t go far

i hitched my dream to a growing tree

it grew so tall but was not free

i hitched my dream to a free wild bird

it soared up high but was not heard

i freed my dream, let loose its reins

it shouts, it soars, it grows without restraint.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

Just another weekend (poem)

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it’s a Friday night and i’m sitting at home

i’m watching TV but there’s nothing much on

i’m trying to write yet another poem

if the words don’t flow, then to bed i’ll be gone.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

Charlottetown

Governments (poem)

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I think that I shall never see

A government that is tax free

A senator that never lies

or rumours on their own that die

A government that lends a hand

and writes your debts in flowing sand

A government with open arms

and wishes all the earth no harm

with politicians who are wise

or act upon the people’s cries

A dreamer like me always wishes

for a nation free of issues.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

Charlottetown

Sometimes (poem)

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everyone needs a shoulder to cry on sometimes

someone to brush away tears from your face sometimes

someone to hold you tight, make things seem right sometimes

chase away shadows, scare off the demons sometimes

dark clouds, dark days just won’t leave you alone. sometimes

you need someone. you might think you’re alone sometimes

you feel the world is working against you sometimes

not every day is rainy and cloudy. sometimes

everyone needs to see sunshine, blue skies sometimes

but sometimes you just need to be alone. sometimes.

 

© 2013 Cindy Lapeña

Charlottetown

Summer rain (poem)

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welcome the summer rain that battles the heat

hesitant and uncertain

it drops like a spray in spurts then gushes then spurts

sorry raindrops cooling down the air somewhat

but not enough to soak the ground.

 

©  Cindy Lapeña

2013

Summertime in PEI (poem)

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When the sun is hot and the sky is blue in summertime

even the birds hide to escape the heat because it is summertime

and the heat can be unbearable. When it’s summertime

on the Island all the folk head for beaches to enjoy the summertime

and escape the heat by soaking in the cool ocean during summertime

or shed their winter paleness with a tan they get from summertime.

All the kids are out somewhere in the parks or beaches through the summertime

or dodge the heat in Empire  8 where movies run more often ’cause it’s summertime

and their moms spend more time shopping for the cool air conditioning

and their dads brave the heat at the greens or the club since it’s summertime

and Boomer warns of rain or the chances of it coming all through summertime.

When the heat becomes unbearable and the the people get irritable in summertime

they could not wait for summer when it was still the winter but when summertime

arrives they curse the summer 30s and look forward to some rain in summertime.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

Poems for Papa on Father’s Day

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by Kitt Lapeña

by Kitt Lapeña

thunder and lightning and papa

  

i was as proud as a little girl could be

at six

with my very own room

and my very own bed

and my very own closets

and a door i could close

to be alone

until the big storm

when thunder roared

and the lightning

turned the shadow of

our neighbor’s caimito tree

into grotesque arms

swaying and reaching

in the blue-white glow

of the stormy night

and the wind

lashed at the windows

and left an open one

banging

and banging

and banging

i lay awake

crouched under my blankets

trying to shut my eyes

not to see

the monster arms

reaching for me

but they did

and i forgot

how nice it was

to have my very own room

and my very own bed

and my very own closets

and a door i could close

and i screamed

until papa came

and papa stilled

the thunder and lightning

so i could sleep.

 

Pasig

7 July 1993

4:10 a.m.

 

…and papa was there

 

it was a dark and stormy night

and papa was there

to put me to sleep

 

i had always wanted to be a girl scout

and everyone’s mommy and daddy

was at the induction

to pin the tiny girl scout pin

and tie the white kerchiefs on

i thought no one would come

and just when they called my name

papa was there

 

mama brought me to my grade school graduation

but didn’t stay

and somewhere in the middle of it all

as i strained to see the tiny faces in the crowd

papa was there

with his camera and his big almost-smile

 

and when my tummy hurt

really bad in school and

i had to get an appendectomy

before the anaesthetic got to work

papa was there holding my hand

and his eyes and shining eyeglasses

were the last thing i saw

floating next to the iv bottle

 

and when i walked down the aisle

papa was there holding me

like a little girl again

and smiling and crying

as i was

 

and when bianca came into the world

i thought i saw papa at the window

in a green surgical smock and cap

and when i woke up

there was a bag of sweets and cakes

and papa

 

and when i die

wherever i go i’m quite sure

the first thing i see will be papa.

 

Pasig

7 July 1993

4:55 a.m.

 

At the end of the day (poem)

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At the end of the day I put my pens and brushes away

I shut down my computer, shut my lessons, shut my books

At the end of the day. I turn off the lights

Bid all goodnight and welcome the night

At the end of the day when it creeps in on spider legs

Swallowing the light and the sky turns gray

It’s the end of the day and the dark sets in

And my world narrows down to the thoughts in my head

Because at the end of the day the world disappears

And I live only in my mind pondering

If another day will end for me at the end of the day.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2013

Charlottetown