Teresita Blanco Poems: Control, Kiss, Rhythm, and Light a Candle

Teresita Blanco Poems: Control, Kiss, Rhythm, and Light a Candle

These four new sets of poem are among the last I wrote. These past few days I have been trying to digitize my poems. You cannot get much exposure by reading them in libraries. The world is open in the internet. The first poem is about a Control freak. The kiss poem is kinda sad around the edges. One could call it a love poem. However, that would be stretching things a bit too far. Light a Candle is about a mother who gave up her baby. Its not about me. I simply was just annoyed to death by that fool. So, I am immortalizing her evilness in poetry format. In any case, these poems of mine deserve 5 stars rating. 

Control
by Teresita Blanco

Listen to my voice,

Hear me speak.

I know what you seek.

I am your only choice.

“Time’s aglow

Flames now behold,

Life knows no end,

Now you must bend,

Ever, down low,

Forever cold”

My song is just beginning,

I must keep on singing.

“Demons raving of maidens

That lie forever jaded.

They seek new havens

To escape what’s fated.”

The illusion of control

You can never behold!

Kiss
by Teresita Blanco

Look behind the stonewall

And find the beating hearth.

She wishes to flee,

She wishes to see,

Kindness from all.

Seek not their hiss,

Reach for their kiss.

The snakebite

Was a mortal one.

There is no respite

For now, be gone.

Live past today,

Forget your pain, your way!

Rhythm
by Teresita Blanco

Lazy slumber,

Hazy hunger,

Tell me, who?

Tell me, you?

What I listen?

What I Christen?

Tell me love,

Tell me dove.

At night your sorrow

Fill me with horror.

I grow stronger

As you grow hollow.

Dance again,

Die with pain,

Bleeding love,

Singing dove.

What I hunger

Is your slumber.

Who can tell me.

You can’t help me?

Light a Candle 
by Teresita Blanco

Light a candle

For an empty cradle,

Your endless hunger

Does not let you ponder.

Light a candle

To your dead dreams,

Say a prayer

For your empty screams.

Your signs of passion,

Your heart’s longing,

Ignored all reactions.

It knows no beginning.

Say a prayer to your sorrow,

As you become hollow.

Just light a candle,

For your empty cradle. 

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