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Renato N. Mascardo, 22 december 2012
Complexities and complications
touches
they fondle
intermittently
so soft
so subtle
so sharp
like the palm of a babe
like an early prickly heat
seesawing
caressing
stinging
a pleasure
a hurt
a burn
your words//
renato
friday 21 december 2012
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 november 2014
Exodus V
haiku
at 2 in the morn
a thought: without you my words
mere bricks without straw.
renato
sunday 23 november 2014
Renato N. Mascardo, 14 february 2018
Asymmetry
asymmetry
love when
less than requited
bears bitterness in
its wake//
renato
wednesday 14 february 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 4 august 2018
exodus and le boulanger
first red ribbon
each dawn
bar Sabbath day
flakelets fell upon the
ground bewildered we asked manna
manna
meaning
what what without
knowing we could eat them
til one baked bread eaten on the
sabbath//
renato
saturday 4 august 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 11 august 2018
Elijah's Lament
hearth cake and water
pursued
by ahab
and jezebel prophet
elijah ended up in the
desert
thirsty
hungry tired and
so unlike job he asked
his lord to end it all under
the broom
tree with
a noosed rope but
gabe the angel smacked him with its
wing and
said you
are a man not
a mayfly elijah
you need to climb horeb so eat
and drink
grumbling
he complained what
am i a horse that drinks
water i prefer ale or wine
so gabe
smacked him
again and he
ate the hearth cakes drank the
water and slept under the shrub
until
gabe smacked
him a third time
with its trumpet this time
shouting wake up sluggard and go
to the
mountain
already for
the lord has things to do
other than waiting for you there
as a
burning
bush and so
the prophet went to the
mountain because the mountain won't come to the
prophet//
renato
friday 10 august 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 14 august 2018
Tongue in Cheek
remembering nitoy (b 21-08-1946)
if there
really is an
afterlife i am still
waiting for a postcard from you
maybe
you were
right after all
but in case you're wrong let
bygones be bygones my email's
unchanged//
renato
tuesday 14 august 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 19 august 2018
The Choices We Make
RSVP
in her
hilltop home with
seven columns wisdom
had set her table with ample
meat and
wine for
her invited
guests all simple sans nous
most went to the house of folly
instead//
renato
sunday 19 august 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 january 2019
heartstrings
before
poets troped the word
anatomists knew the
aortic and pulmonary
vessels
hollow
cables holding
down the fort we call
our heart//
renato
monday 31 december 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 january 2019
recension
every
decision that
we make we always think
we ought to rethink not leaving
what is well enough
alone//
renato
monday 31 december 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 22 february 2019
departures
in this empty room
no chats
day in day out
for days and days the room
stands still almost forlorn until
someone
departs
leaving the rest
still remaining to grieve
and touch before our room goes
empty//
renato
21 february 2019
for Rebecca Toledo and Liwayway Ibasco
Renato N. Mascardo, 13 october 2019
and so it goes
muscae volitantes
floating
pieces of my
memories just beyond
the pale of the eyesight of my
dim mind
in the
morass of my
past the flotsam of what
I thought I knew flit by out of
my reach
still in
blind hope I wait
unwittingly for thoughts
long gone for wit long lost to me
I wait//
renato
13 october 2019
Renato N. Mascardo, 3 august 2018
Poem of Being
habagat
ah the
southwest wind brings
thunderclaps and raindrops
playing staccato notes keenly
upon
the roof
it's been awhile
since i have savored the
vapors of alimuom before
the rain//
renato
3 august 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 29 july 2018
just being
po
strange it
sounds at first to
the ears after all the
years away back home again this
stranger
in a
strange land where age
at long last bestows a
monosyllabled title on
the old
when prose
is riddled with
honorific after
honorific it takes some getting
used to//
renato
sunday 29 july 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 30 may 2018
alternate landing
linguae ignes
legions
upon legions
of tongues of fire flew out
from the spirit in search of the
chosen
on that
Pentecost day
most found their marks in the
city of david except for
a squad
that lost
its bearings and
entered a roomful of
cooks in caesarea perching
on the
crowns of
bewildered men
these fiery tongues flamed
out and so the shish kebab
was born//
renato
tuesday 29 may 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 september 2017
love is
love is
between
two hearts love is
like learning to drive there
shall be scrapes dents and near misses
before
now and
along the way
but newness never ends
each find a wonder a skill
to love
the other
more//
renato
saturday 23 september 2017
(based on the movie learning to drive c2014)
Renato N. Mascardo, 24 september 2017
in names we trust
in names we trust
there's a street in new jersey named after
her you know/ lara looked it up googled
it really/ a pusill piece of unimagined
fact/ keilana drive in wayne new jersey
it's hawaiian for adored one
I wonder what nickname nitoy would
have thought of/ his first apo/ he loved names
ending in oy and ay/ I came to be forever an atoy
he was always nitoy far back as I know/will number one
granddaughter be kay/ short a long y I wonder
it would have been nice if he thought of a pet
name it would have been fun//
renato
sunday 24 september 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 september 2017
lacrimae rerum
lacrimae rerum
let it
peep between the
lashes of your lid for
the briefest of moments but don't
hold it
back but
let it let it
brim over the edge down
the precipice that is your now
pale cheek
taste it
as it slides through
your trembling parted lips taste
the bitter saltiness of your
deep loss
let it
herald the start
the endless cascade of
grief after the numb denial
has gone
he was
you are
let what you shed
link you//
renato
monday 25 september 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 26 september 2017
a parthian shot at an ex
non sequitur
please do
not when we kiss
my lips against your lips
sweet dreams call the act our late night
suction
just 'cause
you're ticklish it
still sucks//
renato
tuesday 26 september 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 october 2017
carnage field
carnage field
the hate
paddocked in your
deranged mind you let loose
dead dying maimed lay on the ground
but why//
renato
monday 2 october 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 21 october 2017
trickster time has the last laugh
in time
has it
been that long since
our minds touched
has it
been ages since
we spoke in whispers
has it
been such a long
while since we looked at each other
and smiled
like oil
time smoothens the
the jagged edges of
the memories that we shared in
the past
but now
that you are no
longer here i wait for
memories of life without you
to smoothen
in time//
renato
friday 20 october 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 21 october 2017
holy haptics
simeon
enough
enough oh lord
this babe in my arms has
heard my beating heart full of joy i can now
depart
renato
saturday 21 october 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 20 november 2017
lure of the dance
terpsichore
the muse
tapped Anetand
you to share with us your
joy on the floor void now of a
bel-esprit//
renato
monday 20 november 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 19 february 2018
Schroedinger's Cat
yes and no
asking
whether she loves
me or not she merely
smiles in her quantum way leaving me
hanging//
renato
sunday 18 february 2018
Renato N. Mascardo, 26 october 2019
A Hymn to Him
rondeau en rondeau
round he is not my little pet
ten will he be but not just yet
I love him like an only child
but his feelings for me are mild
t'was love at first sight when we met
nine years later love has not set
it will remain lest I forget
with time's toll we are reconciled
round he is not
French is his name yet he is nyet
all day asleep and he is all set
just don't expect him to run wild
my puppy and I are just mild
being laid back he has no regret
round he is not//
renato
26 october 2019 11:37am PHL time
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 may 2020
under siege
while we wait
in this
time of the crown
this deadly devouring
scourge love persists and distancing
unites
renato
saturday 02 may 2020
Renato N. Mascardo, 8 may 2020
remembering the missing & missing the remembered
and then there were five
and a half
those were
the days when life
was now and tomorrow
had nothing to do with the past
we were
we thought
forever the
gang of eight and a half
Jess and Jun Ray and Roy Cris and
Chito
Rudy
and Edgar with
Bobby the great one half
we all had high hopes for life was
so good
Rudy
was first to go
with a burst vessel in
his brain while asleep leaving just
seven
and a
half of the gang
next went Roy felled slowly
by a virus he denied he
had to
very
end followed now
by Edgar the kind who
was taken by Azrael the
crowned one
too soon
too soon they have
left and gone leaving five
and a half of us to wonder
who’s next//
renato
wednesday 6 may 2020
Renato N. Mascardo, 9 january 2021
falling leaves
forty eight
the years since
we parted
you went your way
so did i
between then and
now
things and nothings
happened
and did not
leaves lucent and dark
have touched
our heads and hearts
we’ve seen the glitter
of lights so brief
we’ve felt the touch
of shadows so long
laughs and sobs
our ears have hearkened
our tears have washed
yet we are
you and i
after forty eight
still here//
renato
friday 8 january 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 19 january 2021
each little loss
with each little loss
not a portent of total ruin
or a herald of perdition
each minor separation
a note kept in the inbox
too long a reply idling
in the draft box a friendship
going slowly to seed
slow slow
tau proteins accrete
united they stick they
entangle fibrils in the brain
letting go the recollection
of a face perhaps
the remembrance of a smile
slow slow
no need
no urgent need to haste
to bridge the breach so tiny
when you still can hear
the sound of her laugh
savor her humor
marvel at her wit
no need
no urgent need
each day
becomes an inertia
sluggishly entangling grows
a memory peels off
seeds your garden of remembrance
leaving confusion behind
still there is tomorrow
no need to hurry
with each little loss//
renato
monday 18 january 2021 (mlkjr day)
Renato N. Mascardo, 21 january 2021
awakening
january 20
hope in hibernal
unrepose finally stirred
from its nightmareland
of carnage and frenzied rapture
of trumpery waking up
to a new day at noon//
renato
20 january 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 january 2021
if love were a multiple-choice exam
tell me how you prefer this love
like a deep well where light cannot penetrate
where darkness with secrets becomes the norm
like a rivulet rushing down a slope
just to die a rueful death on the dry flat ground below
like an armchair ride that goes nowhere
a stationary rocker lulling you to sleep
tell me how you prefer this love
before you leap across the precipice edge
the instant when there is no return
before you fall head on and free hearted
through a cloud of unknowing
into the maelstrom that is love//
renato
sunday 24 january 2021
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Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
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wielki wypas - był albo może będzie. kto wie...
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