She Watched

Through eyes

Blurred by tears

She watched

Crouched in hiding

Unable to breathe

In fear

What has become

Of me she whispered

Her lips trembling

As she fought for control

She watched

From her secret place

Surrounded by four doors

What will become

Of me she whispered

Anger roiling

Churning 

Rising from the depths

Her stability

Slipping

Cracking

Snapping

Unable to think

As she watched

Her heart

Tearing in two

Her love

Her life

Holding

Another woman

Who loved him too

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*Allene Angelica*

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Crimson Fire

An old man

In a land of giants

Faraway

Where they speak a language

That I can not say

Back: broad and strong

Salt and pepper head

Lowered, engrossed

Tools carefully spread

Hands busily digging

His wife of thirty years

In the kitchen diligently cooking

Our lunch

Rose bushes in pots

Aligned like soldiers

Some pink, some white

One crimson fire

The old man looked up

Peered intently at me

His blue eyes

Fixed piercingly

"Which do you like?"

As he gestured to the roses

Red, I falteringly pointed

He nodded as he rose

From bended knees

And continued his work

After

Wrapping a blanket around me

A few years later

Long after I'd gone

He and his wife with

Their wandering son

Looked out of their kitchen window

At his prized blossoms

They turned to their youngest

Their expression solemn

"Allene looks beautiful today."

Their nomadic son turned away

With not a thing to say

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True story. ;)

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

Returning

Through the open window

A soft warm breeze

Gently

Lifted my hair

The haunting melody

Of the Adhan

Drifting to my ears

I lay

On a divan

Supine

In repose

One arm flung

Overhead

Fingers fidgeting

With the fringe

Of a pillow

As I held back tears

I peeked

At the man

Who held my heart

Feet standing firmly

Shoulder width apart

Looking out

At the land

He loves

Contemplating

Returning

In a few long years

--

*Allene Angelica*

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As The Lights Fell (Google+ Prompt of the Week)

We marveled as the lights fell
The soft golden blush of the setting sun
Receding away as twilight made itself known
But the dark of night will soon have it on the run
With its cloak of glittering stars
And the ethereal glow of the moon goddess
As she makes her journey from afar
Her cool comforting gaze upon us
As we prepare to slumber
And drift into the world of nothingness


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Tilted Sly

She walks on billowy white clouds

With flowers in her hair

A smile painted on dark red lips

Ambling without a care

Thoughts of the future

Brings a sparkle to her eye

Her impish face can't hide

The glossed lips, tilted sly

Good things will come to pass

She can feel it in her bones

The past is history

The screams and hurtled stones

The glow of radiant happiness

Surrounds her

A glistening protective shield

An unpenetrable barrier

She glides gracefully away

Lost in her musings

As covetous eyes follow

Rapacious and yearning

She continues her journey

With a devilish sparkle in her eye

A smile painted on her dark red lips

Shiny and glossed, tilted sly

--

*Allene Angelica*

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Everyday Affairs

The tediousness

Of everyday affairs

The boredom kills me

-- 

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

I Have Nothing

I have nothing

Nothing to say to you

Thoughts of you

Bring emptiness

A vast vacuum

Of hollowness

Can this be all that is left

Of the passion

I once felt?

An all consuming

Mind numbing ardor

That blinded me

From complete candor

Was it a waste?

Of time, of energy

Of vitality?

Your arrogance

I mistook for confidence

But it was selfishness

Self-importance

And conceitedness

My eyes unseeing

Has opened

What once was concealed

Has been revealed

The verity of your soul

Has leaked its hideous goo

Your false and duplicitous nature

Will take its toll

And one day you will rue

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

Mornings and Night. (Haikus)

Mornings are wretched
When you have to go to work
I hunger for sleep

Mornings are lovely
When you are on holiday
I crave for breakfast

The night is mystic
It cloaks its secrets in ink
Where ever you are


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Does He Know?

I brush my fingers

Through midnight coils

Long ebony lashes

Flutters

Does he know?

I tip toe daintily

Up and down

Hills and valleys

To velvet moans

Does he know?

Astride my heart's desire

I gallop towards a wanton bliss

Only he can inflict

Does he know?

With every tumultuous sway

Beads transudes

From a porous shell

Does he know?

Fires burn from within

Ignited with one scorching glance

One heated touch

One sultry kiss

Does he know?

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

To Begin Again

In an old attic

I explored

Moldy, cracked boxes and steamer trunks

Littered the floor

Clothes; ancient, moth-eaten and musty

Dust bunnies, centuries old

Hiding in every nook and cranny

Discarded, scattered and jumbled here and there

Were odds and ends, knick knacks, thing-of-a-jigs

It made me wonder

If I touch them, will the original owners although long gone care?

I rifled

And sorted

Investigated

And recorded

I was beside myself

With awe and pleasure

And pleasure and awe

Amazed at all the treasure

My two not so young eyes saw

Through the dim and faded light

I lit upon an old book or maybe a journal

Where a person of long ago might write

Sitting innocently on an old corner desk

As if waiting

Waiting patiently for me

For me to come a calling

My fingers trembled and shook

As I reached out for the book

I caressed its worn leather binding

Traced the gold and intricate carving

I opened the cover

To my delight

There was a title written there

'To Begin Again' it said

But no author anywhere

I turned the page

It was blank

I flipped to the next few

And my heart sank

The pages were empty

Disappointed I sat

I sat staring at the title

Is that all there is to that?

Finally as the light dimmed lower

I stood up and made my way

To the attic ladder

As I climbed down with book in hand

I thought to myself

Maybe this was a sign

Maybe it's my time

To start writing in this book

To give my life another look

And begin again.

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

*Allene Angelica*

      =^_^=

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My Fun & Exciting Weekend With LMC

I had a very interesting weekend this weekend.  I had expected my Easter weekend to be a quiet and mellow affair but my instructor, Leslie, had other plans.  Let me give you some background.  I workout out three times a week at a gym but I only take the dance workout classes (Zumba, Ujam, etc...) because it's what I enjoy.  One of my favorite teachers is a professionally trained dancer as well as a musician and singer.  I think she's awesome!  Well last Wednesday she asked me, my sister and another student of hers from a different gym to dance with her for an Easter gig she was offered at the last minute.  She had one day (Thursday) to make up the choreography, one night (Friday) to teach it to us and then rehearsal with the other performers and rapper on Saturday.  Sunday morning we performed.  We joked around on Friday night that we were the 'Last Minute Crew' (LMC)  It was an amazing experience.  I was terrified but got through it and enjoyed it immensely   If she were to ask me again I would definitely say yes!  But even if she doesn't it was an experience I'll look back on with a smile on my face.

-- 

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

Mole Removal Experiment - Part 3

I know it's been a while since I've updated you on my experiment. Well the reasons are:

1. I haven't been consistent because honestly I got tired of smelling vinegar.

2. I ran out of Bandaids.

3. I truly believe I have a supermole on my hands. I swear it's impervious to bullets, speeding trains and can probably leap over tall buildings in a single bound. Seriously!

But all is not lost! I can say that I have seen progress. My mole has flattened somewhat, albeit slightly slanted but flattened nonetheless! This weekend I will arm myself with fresh supplies and I will continue my ongoing saga of 'Allene vs Supermole'! Fear not! I will succeed!

*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Broken Bones

With broken bones

I stand

Limp, ragged

Body

Coursing with pain

Needles and pins

Knives and swords

Protruding

From the cracked shell

Of my form

I stagger

Crooked steps

One more painful

Than the other

Where do I go?

To hide and mend

To crawl and cower

To cry and lament

To heal and recover?

I stand

I stagger

Towards the setting sun

Limp and ragged

Taking crooked

And broken steps

One more painful

Than the other.

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

The Scourge (Poets of G+ Prompt of the Week - Molotov Cocktail)

***Last night I made changes to this piece because I was so not happy with it.  I can't make the change on G+ because it would disqualify me but I'm making the change here.  The rhythm was off and it was driving me crazy.  I think now the rhythm is better and the ending doesn't seem as chopped off as before.  I hope you agree.***

The Scourge

The dark scourge's heart thumps

In a dark recess of my town

Da dump da dump

Its roots buried deep

Opaque tentacles slithers silently

From street to street

Searching, searching

Skulking, sneaking

Always creeping

For its next prey

It is ravenous

I can sense its hunger

The stomach cavernous

It howls in desperation

It hasn't fed in months

Forced in isolation

Its prey has evolved

Smarter, quicker

More resolved

Out of reach

From its inviting talons

Talons, poison-tipped each

Fear oozes

From its pores

For death will soon be

Knocking down its door

I walk through the silent street

I know where the heart lays

I've heard it beat

Thumping, humping

Seducing, inviting

In my left hand

My weapon of choice

I will take my stand

A bottle of premium burns the best

I always say

In my right, my street chrome zippo

To help light my way

My fuel soaked rag, lit

I stare at my target

The time has come to end it!

To burn, burn, burn it!

Flames lick at my skin

As I ready my stance

My pitch is true

The blaze dance

It meets its mark

The thing screeches and shrieks

While I watch in the dark

Its death is final

We can now and forever breathe

And ease our vigil

But I stand alert

You never know

What is buried

Deep down in the dirt.

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

I Dance Through The Green

The prompt for the week in the Google+ community I'm in (Poets of G+) was this picture.  These are the words that came to mind.  Not quite happy with it but that is life.

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=