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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Thank you summer4soul for my award! I am truly grateful for your recognition. I have made an about turn, for now,  on my posting of awards and playing along with the “chain” of nominations. I simply can’t keep up with it and am selfish and only want to post what I want.  Blah, so there you go — I said it. I have indulged my impatience for the daunting process of the awards game. I am not ungrateful, just lazy. I’d rather spend my time with quick posts or the original reason I started this blog– to showcase and discuss Food, Art and Poetry.

So for now I bow down to the blogging award gods and goddesses, and bid you farewell and happy blogging! 

Yum Food!! Yum Art!!

 

Inside the Artist's Mind

Thanks fellow blogger for my award! But I’m too lazy to play along…

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There are things that seem
never
to get done
but who cares when
I’ve waited
for you to finally come
back to me
never knowing when
that moment will arise.

Blue jays screech
in the background
reminding me to do the laundry
sweep the floors and
wash the breakfast dishes
as I teeter on this precipice
this crazy lit up place
clinging to your essence
I won’t let you go, just yet.

chores can wait
chores are boring
chores will always be there

Finally, the jays have flown off
a distant caw scratches into the breeze
now I feel this day is ours
remember the ease of this
I will.

The dog sleeps next to me
on the chair as I struggle
to peck out every word
every seed, every kernel
of thought, as I gather them
and place this story in my head.

Bit by bit, and sound by sound
I grip my brow and
wonder where you went
as fleeting as the blue jay
your incessant screeching
lingers off…
into the soft powdered haze
of this hot Florida day
alone again and waiting
for your next visit.

The vacuum hisses
and screams
sucking dust
off the floor
as the dog
convulses
and whimpers
from his daytime
nightmare.

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Chores are Boring

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Art, Poetry

“Angel”

Angel

I was thinking you might like this

the beauty in

this

the soft delicate mood

the colors crying out loud

etched upon the wall

scratches

to remind us of the light

and how it warms our cold nights

how the light dances

an easy slow waltz

smooth silk like ripples

across your body

fevered with green yellow

warmth

and cool smooth welcomes

of blue

welcomes of blue

serenade, saunter, slip

into your chamber

holding your dearest and deepest

friend

that fragile white shell

from the core of the ocean

never seen

by the cherry red that burns

across your eyes

sad, intimate, and surreal

the vulnerable crescent moon

drips

yellow-white webs

chords of

the angels voice’s

Sirens from the deep blue

green liquid

effortlessly pierce

your skin

waking your sultry heart

alive with

viridian nights and

the pink pale days

electric

and ice blue.

I have seen the angel

she touched my hand

cool, sensual and for long

I lost my breath

but for a second only

to taste the sweetness

of her touch

do you think she is real?

for real I thought it

not a moment

but a century of wars

could arrest this heart

be still

I am sure it will come

to be

in time, not mine.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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In recent years, when I am home, I tend to live in silence.

There is beauty in the near silence.

My TV isn’t on and neither is my radio.

Yet, there is the sound of the birds twittering,
the voices of children laughing,
the cicadas crooning in the evening,
and the frogs calling for mates after a good rain.

True, it isn’t a perfect silence.

There is the thrum of the neighbor’s air-conditioner.
the yipping bark of some pocket dog,
and the rumble of the occasional train that passes by.

Yet, each adds, not subtracts from the silence.
Each noise reemphasizes the beauty of the silence when it seems to reach perfection.

I live in the city, a vast collection of noise and turbulence.

And yet I find silence when I seek it.
I find solitude and peace in moments others seem to miss as they scurry to fill their…

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Here is a cropped part of a painting I hope to finish one day.

I have coupled it here with some poetry I wrote.

Climb this ladder into the night

Gazing from up high

down below

turmoil under the stars

the worlds’ picture show.

Leave it for now

in the lens of escape

the fracture upon

the collective landscape.

Bask in the comfort of

peaceful black softness

resting the mind’s eye

weary from exhaustion.

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Poetic in Justice

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"Abstract Divide"

Oil on Canvas

 Painting and Poetry 

Dabbing and jabbing

colorful words grabbing

the canvas

conceiving

relieving, my creativity

reliving

the experiences

of my life

dropping

hitting the paper

not stopping

mixing and blending

intensity

sending

messages

retrieving

memories pretending

too vast

fast

slipping into the past

never too late

hit the page

in great feverish debate

depicting

pictorial landscapes

to date

poetry; painting

swirling

slanting

dream catching

panting

utterly entrancing

dancing

upon the plate

glass

scraping

screeching

brush rotating

sweeping

great strokes of

words

straightening the canvas

stretching

reaching for

thoughts

escaping then

enlightening

words soaring

heightening

fury circling

the canvas

completing

but never leaving.

This poem expresses the feelings and thoughts I often experience while I am in the creative process of painting, or writing poetry.

The painting I did was sold at an auction to benefit a friend and coworker who was diagnosed with breast cancer.

It is called, “Abstract Divide” ,  oil on canvas.  Since then, the friend is doing wonderful, living a full and enriched life!

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Art, Poetry

For the Love of Art: Painting and Poetry

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“Universal Day and Night”  

( oil pastel)  

Tonight

grab a handful of stars

throw them into the wind and listen for your song

the twilight ignites

and dances a tarantella for you and your love

take note of their steps

for they are quick and burn fast.

by, Jeanette Shihadeh

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Art, Poetry

“Tonight”

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I saw you stand up

You are a mountain

You are an eagle

You are this pen

I saw in your eyes

the world, they spoke to me

Of “forever”

the time that passes

through one’s pupils and into another’s

I saw the vastness of the black universe spill

into someone’s coffee cup

and they drank, and you

you stood there, a rock unmoved

It was as powerful as this moment

Unshook.

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Art, Poetry

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“Just the meat and cheese please”

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Today is the first day I will share my poetry with you.

My first poem will be, of course, about food!

“Just the meat and cheese please”

on some days you just ramble

and you think

is this crap any good?

or is it just crap?

but then again

it’s like the times you just want

only the meat and cheese

on pumpernickel please !

no accoutrements, no special sauce

no tomatoes, no lettuce or onions

and no fancy baby greens,

i’ll have,

just the meat and cheese

on pumpernickel please !

hungry for the simple goodness

of a fresh sandwich, you dig in.

mmmmm…..

now that’s a good sandwich.

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