jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

tattered clouds (haiku for One Stop Poetry blog)

tattered clouds
shrouding the sun–
my heart adrift

Posted for One Stop Poetry blog under haiku prompt. Image courtesy of Creative Commons and Leslie Moon.

January 4, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Be Sharp Or Else (for One Shoot Sunday)

litter on the beach—
fleeting clicks of feet,
timed echoes of Coney Island
soughing songs, root-less
throbs and beats
that pump the river flow within or
flints your thoughts
turn into, darting from

the breeze cavorting
on your tulle train
and into litter bins—
snag, entangle, entrap.
Be sharp watching:
your thoughts ginger-dancing
behind your parasol
must free your mind of weight

or else crushing any or all
essences that inflame your thoughts
turn into spits and sparks
you want extracted but
cannot so they rend your being
even if within you geysers
rush and pool in balance—the circus
has not started on the beach

they wait like you do–
the waiting could split you into
yawning jagged edges
for nothing. Be sharp: or else
litter turned sour heads wheeze from
and into spots you believe hidden, pushed
into crevices unknown to you, even
you, these cankered

wounds smoothed
over, but bleeding still
under skin could swell deluding you into
desires no calming breath
could stay these red bogs
within you heaving in wait for just
a drop, a sip,
a taste of pleasure.

Be sharp watching.
Or else, absent head-turns
throbbing temples blind you
to points in the fair—pennants flying:
when does the Ferris wheel stop
spinning? The roller coaster
wheezes by, the hotdogs
at Nathan’s grilling.

Be sharp
or else unseeing, you
slip into some thought
some litter you had tossed
that is you.

Posted for One Shoot Sunday from a photo of the mermaid parade in Coney Island by Danielle Kelly. Join other poets at One Stop Poetry blog who write verses for love, read those of others, leave a word of encouragement and/or insight with the same love and respect. Post your piece on your blog and sign up in the Mr. Linky list.

January 3, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

2010 in review–Huge thanks!

I posted this “Hello World!” on 02/02/2009 to introduce what I thought this blog would be:

Jornales. Daily Wages. Why have I chosen jornales as the name of this blog? I’m neither Spanish nor English but I was brought up on both languages and on both cultures. I speak and read only smatterings of the first, fluent in the second but I am much more. I live and exist on many spheres of thought that come out as poetry, stories, essays, feature stories, news stories, scripts if need be and whatever shape or form words that seem to write themselves when I compose take on. I work hard to keep alive where I exist. And where does my jornal my daily wage come from? What is my jornal, my daily wage? Ahhh, that’s the mystery you and I will unravel in these pages. Welcome!”

Apparently, on the same day, I wrote my longish rumination on what jornales, daily wages is for me in About. And my search for “wages” other than what is measured or weighed have since taken me into a journey I hardly mapped out. My wages have not been what I had signed for, even hoped for; my reach closer to the stars but beyond the span of my arm. This review from wordpress says, “Wow!” not for the numbers, I believe, but for how this blog had turned out. It’s not all mine–whatever the merits–but yours, too, dear friends.

Thank you all! Thank you hugely!

I quote from my reply to Margaret: “Because poetry is of the heart and the soul, how can’t (I not belong to you)? You ( and all readers who strayed into here leaving but a stat) have made the year just folded over a deeply meaningful one for me–I feel like a cloud instantly transforming with a breeze taking on shapes and forms only the heart can recognize.”

May the New Year with our hearts in place, uplift us closer to where we hope to be, dream to go.

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2010. That’s about 4 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 101 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 133 posts. There were 17 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 8mb. That’s about a picture per month.

The busiest day of the year was December 19th with 57 views. The most popular post that day was Escape (for one shoot Sunday).

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com, Google Reader, alphainventions.com, haikuproject.wordpress.com, and thehaikufoundation.org.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for jornales, alegria imperial, jornales2010.blogspot.com, the “cantaloupe moon”, and lyrical prose.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Escape (for one shoot Sunday) December 2010
23 comments

2

the cantaloupe moon October 2010
2 comments

3

About February 2009
4 comments

4

white moonlight (edited) October 2010
4 comments and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

5

Count 1234 (One Shoot Sunday) November 2010
22 comments

January 3, 2011 Posted by | culturati news/views | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

a city asleep (for One Shoot Sunday)

Fifth Avenue
tonight breathes
on its own–
dreaming of tin stars
pulsing on its breast

the drummer boys
march to the silence
to a city veiled
in plumes of heaven–
not from gutters for once

the day’s cacophony
drowns in the quiet
steps both furred and steeled
jangles of gears and iron
grating in its belly

only the soughing song
of an empty shell
rises floats on invisible lights
those piercing slants
from tips that hold up the sky

in unison tin soldiers
rhyme the even sigh of sleep–
no siren screaming
screeches to halt the drumming
the shimmering of stars

Posted for One Shoot Sunday from a photo of Rockefeller Center on Fifth Avenue on Christmas by Adam Dustus. Join other poets at One Stop Poetry blog who write verses for love, read those of others, leave a word of encouragement and/or insight with the same love and respect. Post your piece on your blog and sign up in the Mr. Linky list.

December 26, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 11 Comments

Masquerade (for one shot Wednesday)

On stubbly grass unthinking on my heels, I crush a pair
of yellow dots here on a nameless hill-rise where
spark these fallen stars—
perhaps?

Thumb-sized faces, touching shyness, such subterfuge for such
malicious growth: these weeds whose birth in helium
augur choking death to promises of
rose-lipped tulips and such

or nodding daffodils and flare-collared narcissus. But my pupils
to its petals the dandelion-look cannot but inveigle, openness
its sheath of innocence so unlike
the earnestness

ivy creepers throttle a birch or the blatant avarice a herd of agile paws
and furry tails sidestep my indifference, trembling to un-husk
a single nut, pointed jaws nibbling time—no
pretenses there. Masquerades

I would rather find, disguises to my own guises—the sun-gazing
adoring face-thrusting-trust dandelions pose on a universe
of pupils, mine for one but not mine, whose malevolent
leaps spring from

fear. I, who face no fear of thwarted rebirths from tumescent bulbs
or such other spurts of life I could cause, see no power in these
weeds I now half bend to gaze at as if loving them
flowering, relishing

the sound of their name. These weeds, are they perhaps a kin
to Leo, the constellation the overbearing sun
rules? Could they be remnants of colliding
stars, battling their way

as if certain a center lay in the black void and bursting, littered
a blue dot where on patches, this hill-rise for one, struck
a bed for them to mutate and transmogrify? If
they were

I need not wonder then why they deserve such spite—rolling as
weeds these minute suns in masquerade, I know as
I know what I am.

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.
Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):
1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

December 22, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

Lullaby (yet another lyric poem from haiku-strays)

I wrote this poem on one of the early days when obsessed with learning haiku, the form seemed to shape my brain–wherever that part is where words run into lines. This thought, this memory sparked after I wrote a personal essay that I submitted to Passager about my grandmother’s bath-hair washing ritual (“Digos: a ritual” also posted at my other blog, http://filipineses09.wordpress.com). The rhythm apparently timed in with my measured strides during my daily walk at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore where I lived then. Water, birds: seagulls, ducks, robins, ravens, orioles, sparrows; trees: conifers, chestnuts, magnolias; weeds: dandelions, clover, jewel weeds co-inhabited the dome–a span of sky. I walked daily toward dusk, which is why perhaps this poem—or haiku that strayed—is a lullaby.

grandma on a swing
flying on a lullaby–
a smile thin as breath

combing her hair, my fingers
the teeth untangling silk knots–
her tiara

cheeks I kiss–once
a cushion of veined organza
now loose ripples

Paloma, she warbles–
a dove, my name, alights
on her lips, flapping wings

moons chasing suns
sprout wings–in the darkness
whispers grow eyes

in her flight

December 21, 2010 Posted by | free verse, lyric poetry, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Escape (for one shoot Sunday)

"The Arrow Shot" a photomanipulation by Claudio Mufarrege

She leans on her toes, picks up lead
in the light, streaks in the wind
—gold melts into indigo on her feet.

Shredded knits soaked in dregs becomes
her, a princess biting at grit, thrusting
her feet into the roar, a moment

to dread yet to want to slip in, a
gaping so inviting—the tunnel’s mouth
slurping the sky—but she turns back

drawing tight like a lover her shadow
and flits toward the light.

I posted this poem for One Shoot Sunday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):

1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

December 19, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 24 Comments

Toward the unknown (One Shoot Sunday)

*composed from a photograph of Feininger, Andreas 1906-1999

The journey slices
into our landscape:
masses of time shaped
into probabilities
a curve of doubt teetering
on the side of smoothened mounds
–a solid time our past–
veering off its mirrored likeness
the now
careening to a zipped line
the unseen our eternity.

Our heartbeats stall
among fissures of rock
the chasm in our feelings.
Scarred we cease at thought
–the beat pulses unfeeling.
Our fears swarm as
sounds in our being:
a rhythmic splicing
a phantom hand cutting
in swaths its mode a sharp embrace.

We drive on into the now
to the unknown cruising
the air a fragile silk–
if we could but leap
this landscape among clouds
would be but maps frayed
in the edges as maps to nowhere:
our unknown
the only now we know
is infinity in our journey.

I posted this poem for One Shoot Sunday at the One Stop Poetry blog.

Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):

1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

December 12, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry, reflection | , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

la luna blanca/white moon/puraw a sellag(a tri-lingual lyric poem)

…tri-lingual in English, Spanish and Iluko, the language (dialect) I was born with and as I keep saying whenever I post one that I wrote with it, hardly spoke and never written with from my early teens when I moved to the city for university until two years ago when it reawakened first in a yahoo group and later in a website I stumbled upon. Iluko of the nothernmost edge of the Philippine archipelago traces its roots to Austronesian languages. Like most of the major Philippine dialects (87 of them not counting sub-tongues), Iluko tends to be metaphorical and thus, poetic. Melded in its spirit is Spanish not only as a language but a culture and a soul–both of which we, Filipinos but specifically Ilokanos, can hardly discern on the conscious level. English sort of flowed in only in the past century. I believe that when I write I do so from three cultures uniquely one, uniquely mine.

This song again is for Margaret Dornaus at haikudoodle to whom I promised I would share and to my new ‘family’ at One Stop Poetry blog.

1.
la luna blanca
white moon

pimmuraw a sellag

rising in the east
a patch on my shadowed
wedding veil

rimsua idiay daya
anniniwan iti narusingan
a belo ti trahe de bodak

en la bahía
on the bay

iti baybay

white moon melts on ripples
its path on halved waters
we braid our hands

ti pimmuraw a bulan malunlunag iti ayus
agdalliasat kadigiti birri ti danum
nagsillapid dagiti dakulapta

un velo bordado
an embroidered veil

bordado a belo

mira mi cara blanca
la imagen de una noche solitaria
un corazón vacío

look on my white face
the reflection of a solitary night
an empty heart

miraem ti pimmusyaw a rupak
kaas-asping ti rabii nga agmaymaysa
kawaw a puso

2.
la luna blanca
white moon

puraw a sellag

sets at midday
wraps me in a cloud
invisible in blue

nalned ti tengga’t aldaw
binungonnak ti ulep
pinukawnak iti mara-azul

un brillo en los árboles
a sheen in the trees

guilap dagiti kay-kayo

returns at ebb tide
creeps to my bed
stays

nagsubli iti malem
kimmaradap iti nakaidlepak
nagtlana

un blanco sueño
a white dream

puraw a darepdep

se decolora en un beso
caído como rocío en las rosas
un cielo rosado

fades into a kiss
falls as dew on the roses
a pink sky

pimmusyaw nga agek
natnag kas linna-aw kadagiti rosas
ti derosas a langit

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.
Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):
1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

December 1, 2010 Posted by | lyric poetry, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 16 Comments

First snow (one shot Wednesday)

Hush,
heaven stealthily drops to earth in clouds that cease
breathing, wings folded on trees, prayers
poised for flight.

We walk tipped on toe-points
to taste to feel this heaven dropping,
melting, sizzling, burning through black grounds—
our iced-beings.

Hush,
heaven drops from ir-recognizable skies
on whorled grounds our rages disowned
muting prayers of those who sigh.

Hush,
though the heart has no ears.

I am posting this poem for One Shot Wednesday at the One Stop Poetry blog.
Join us – throw in your verses. Here are the rules (taken directly off their blog):
1. Write a poetic piece & post it on your blog
2. Then let us know about your post. Link back to One Shot
3. Sign up in the Mr Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you’ve posted it.
4. Go visit others who have signed up! Offer support & encouragement. Share your love of words and insight respectfully. Please try to visit as many participating poets as you can. We all could use and appreciate kind feedback.

November 24, 2010 Posted by | poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments