Five Short Lunar Poems by Teresita Banco

Shaming Furies 

by Teresita Blanco

The sun turns gray.

Oh, the foolish day,

Brings calamities

From his stupidities.

Bow, bow so low

To feel its flow.

The salty smell

Permeates this well.

Cephion pierces the sky.

These heavenly tears

Brings, so much fear.  

Shame is our song,

Hear it sound.

Oh! See her hounds.

Silver Moon

by Teresita Blanco 

The silver moon

Rises at doom,

Whispering our doom…

I wait for a tomorrow,

Without sorrow.

Must I forsaken,

What you have taken?

Death

by Teresita Blanco 

The sun turns green

As we all scream.

Beauty and death behold,

Horrors left untold.

See the nightingales’ pain

As the King cries “again”!

The sun burns

The fragile urn,

Making the shell

Brimstone’s hell.

The scarlet eyes

Retain her lies.

Laugh again!

Cry with pain!

The bells are screaming,

The tide is turning.

Watch the blade fall

Beyond the seventh hall.

The pendulum has swung

Its final painful hum.

Morning (Night’s Shadow)

by Teresita Blanco 

The moon waltzes

Above the starry planes.

The sun grows restless;

It burns the sky

Carving my name.

Swallow the moon,

Bring forth her doom.

Erase night’s shadow

For she makes me hollow.

Bring forth the coming day.

Light forth my path, my way.

Old 

by Teresita Blanco 

These chains pierce

The ironing flesh.

Her eyes are fierce

Beneath his mesh.

The sun grows cold,

His eyes grow old.

Their once burning fire

Now taints them with ire. 

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