poem, Poetry

Beeswax Neighbors

the man down the alley and across the street

is my guard, my night owl who beckons the night.

a lamp-post squared and watching; the neighborhood.

his cigarette glows, he puffs

with nary a ruffle of his body he sits; perched

in the early pitch of morn’

as i walk khalil, my fearful chocolate lab

past the obelisk monuments

of beeswax neighbors

sleeping with solid vacancy.

they are resting now

while the streets hum quietly, expecting their return.

a distant lowing bark muffles the gray black dawn

my heart races, moves me along my routine path

allowing khalil to sniff briefly

at the sleeping earth’s musk

marking his scent upon its’ dew.

and as the sun’s messengers begin to call

i retreat. while suddenly, silently, one by one

they awake and attack daybreak.

 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

 

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poem, Poetry, writer

“Under the Lotus Moon”


Love is to the spirit

what a moon beam is to the night

A smile so bright 

darkness hides under a rock

defeated by the brilliance

of the white-hot light

dancing on the stars

staying awake all night


darkness runs

to the corners of the earth

escaping the wrath

of its’ competitors heart


Love is to the spirit

what a moon beam is to the night

reflections of galaxies

upon the oceans bright

mirrors of adoration

adorning faces despite

the darkness that challenges

loves white-hot light.


Art and Poetry by, Jay Mora-Shihadeh

© Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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poem, Poetry, winter

Cabin Fever

This small hut is closing in on me

anxious energy burning

within

the boring stale air

the household chores

contemplating the dirty bed sheets

that litter my floor

the broken record of weather, news

skipping, frozen in time

snowbound blues, all boxed in

not amused.

Over-consumption

stuffing my moods with

winter’s brew and howling winds

pacing this room, milking

the season, dry teats depleted

shriveled with fever

icy bones re-heating the leftovers

of last night’s abhorrent gloom

feeding my anticipation of

winter’s impending doom.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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