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
Tag Archives: poetry
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)
0welcome 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)
0When 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
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)
0At 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
Children of the Earth (poem)
0children of the earth we are born
in the womb of mother nature we are nurtured
we feed at her bountiful bosom and we grow strong
as children of the earth.
we are born children of the earth
we grow strong feeding from her bounty
and when we are grown we forget how we were born
from the womb of mother nature.
we were nurtured by the rich bounty of our mother earth
we have grown. we have forgotten.
we grow fat taking more than our share.
we grow rich taking more than we need for ourselves.
we grow greedy taking everything from the earth.
we have forgotten how we were born.
we have sold our mother to the highest bidder.
we have sold our lifeline to the earth.
we have sold our mother.
we have sold our earth.
we were born children of the earth
and children of the earth we shall die.
children of the earth we shall hunger for more
and when there is no more, we shall hunger again
for what no longer is. for the barren mother
stripped of her glory
stripped of her bounty
stripped of her beauty
and when she can no longer give
how else shall we live?
as children of the earth we shall die
on the barren grounds stripped of beauty and bounty
in filthy oceans populated by flotsam
on bare mountains that will be bare sand
in the bosom of a dead mother
her children will die.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013
On Mother’s Day I Wonder
2It’s Mother’s Day and I wonder
where my children are wherever they wander
what my children are doing and if they wonder
at all about their mother
just because it’s Mother’s Day.
where my children are wherever they wander
what my children are doing and if they wonder
at all about their mother
just because it’s Mother’s Day.
© Cindy Lapeña 2013
Good-bye Stompin’ Tom (A song)
0Good-bye Stompin’ Tom
So it’s good-bye Stompin’ Tom
It’s been some years you’ve been singing up a storm
I heard people tell you’re a mighty fine guy
Now you’re singing up a storm with the Big Man in the sky
(verse 1)
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013
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