Wednesday, July 25, 2012

poetry session


When He Speaks


I.

Am.

Humbled.
When he speaks
I am moved
When he seeks the appropriate speech
To bequeath his vocabulary
Onto my soul
And spiritual physique
He…

Does.

Not.

Mumble.
Every word
Every syllable
Every verb
Every soliloqual
Lingual adjective
Native tongue
Melliloquent
And
Superlative rhetoric
He
Is the sum
Of all my poetics
It’s almost as if
He
Spoke
In
Tongues
And I am there to receive
The Holy Spirit

When
He
Speaks
I am forced
To challenge
All my beliefs
I no longer
Beseech
The need
For clarity
He excretes
Lyrical techniques
To the degree
That I am
Brought to
My knees
Begging
For this conversational piece
To never cease
He…
Articulates peace
More like truth
A decree of his existence
The triumph of his being
The struggle in his youth
He
Speaks…

To represent…
Not
To reprove

He
Speaks
Profusely
Never uncouth
Or Abstrusely
And I
Welcome it conducely
He…

Infuses and introduces
Altruism while loosely
Seducing my mind
He
Is
Proof
That chivalry is adduce
And elocution is alive
Revolution is certain
And that momentarily
He was mine
And
I only
Strive
To be as fervent and refined
I requisition
To be immersed and baptized
In his energy
And hindsight

When
He
Speaks…

I
Realize
That something in me
Has changed
And I will never
Be the same
Suffice to say
I
Pray
Next time...
That I
Gather all I am
My air
My breath
The motion of
My diaphragm
The alignment of my spine
Allow my voice
To resonate
Let my aura assimilate
Into his inspirational
State of mind
So that
When
He
Speaks…

I am granted
The courage
Just to say
Hi


-j.sanjuan


Sunday, July 22, 2012

micropoetry - sixwords



Breathless. Ceaseless. Sleepless. Restless. Speechless. Weakness.

micropoetry session



Extinguish the undistinguished
Parts of your mind
Be inclined
To this linguist
Relinquish the refined
To coincide with mine.

micropoetry - ninewords



Fingers caress crevices in hopes for undressed coalesced cognizance.

microopoetry - 2lines



He strums my pages as if they were shards
From a broken heart.

micropoetry - sixwordsplusone



Create conversations to instigate unforgettable touch sensations.

micropoetry - sixwordsplusone



Euphoric mornings derived from late longful moanings. 

micropoetry - 2lines



Reflect and take necessary steps back
To move towards my advancement.

micropoetry - sixwords



Translate the language of my touch.

micropoetry - sixwords



Love remains steady and unbroken - Focus.

micropoetry - sixwordsorless



Compelled to circumvent vexing complexity.



micropoetry - sixwords



Your vision appears inside heavy lids. 



Tuesday, July 10, 2012

By Invitation Only

When you get caught up in one thing, other things seem to get left by the wayside.
AND, it's been brought to my attention, (not once, but many times), that I completely forgot to post my final product for my best friend's wedding invites!  
For those who are new or weren't even aware - yes, I am a card crafter, as well as a poet. :)
Two of my most beloved creative outlets.
Last year, my best friend asked me if I could hand make all her wedding invites. You can read more of that here. After graciously accepting the offer, AND much revisions (four to be exact), I present to you some snapshots of this challenging yet, most gratifying, labor of love I've ever done. All 150 of them... :)











I have to admit, I didn't want to let these invites go after all the hard work and care I put into making them. Afterall, they were like my babies! LOL

But as much as I'd like to take credit, I actually need to thank the 'sweat shop' for helping me assemble these.  Thank you for not driving me into insanity. Also, thank you for presenting me with new headaches along the way...(too much glue!!!!) LOL...

So with that said, conjuring up those laborious memories made me want to post this last card I made.  This was for a my son's best friend's birthday not too long ago.
This is just for fun, plus it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)




Until next occasion..... :)


j