Your not suppose
to wrap yourself
around my heart.
Do you see me?
Or, do you just enjoy
feasting on the flesh
of my heart,
as the devil enjoys
feasting
on your lost soul?
This heart,
is not on that menu.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Kaboompics .com from Pexels
Of sin Of abhorrence Of bent and, Of broken. In the dry bough wooden and drifting. Pretenses and pickled mouth Besieged by pines and corked by ...READ FULL POEM Many thanks to Lucy over at A LITTLE WRITING WORKSHOP OF HORRORS for publishing my poem THE WRETCH. I am honored to be selected by her, and Editor Mark Borne, for publication on their amazing blog.
Originally posted on Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author : Description via Amazon.com The merrow rule the sea. Slender creatures, fair of …
#BookReview-The Ferryman and the Sea Witch @DWallacePeach #Fantasy #Reading
Forever by day
words rain
like a roar
though soft
and still-like
your world
rememberest
forever
the change
the laughter
deceased.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by omar alnahi from Pexels
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 colorful words
straightening
the canvas
stretching
reaching
for thoughts
escaping
then enlightening
words soaring
heightening the 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.
This painting I did was sold at an auction to benefit a coworker who was diagnosed with breast cancer.
It is called, “Abstract Divide” , oil on canvas. Since then, the friend is doing wonderful, is happily married and has a little boy.
Art and Poetry © [Jay Mora-Shihadeh]
Well, it’s five’ til three
and wow! The sun’s gone
the skies lit a powdery solemn
gray with a silence that haunts,
as a scream of sirens sound off
in the distance.
The calm before the storm is here.
A midday thunderstorm is forecast
for Florida today, not unusual
but still ominous. The smell of humid
sidewalks and tarry macadam
waft in the front door.
Acrid at first but swiftly replaced
with life-saving oxygen, in between
the toxic fumes that mingle in
the breeze,
ahhhh I breathe
slow and deep
Boom!
Thunder strikes!
And,
I lose my breath once again.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Raychel Sanner on Unsplash
#Poetry #Storm #Freeverse #Poem
“In this time of a virus roaming methodically across the earth, infecting the earth’s population, this poem centers us in the natural world, and declares a healing. I imagine the voice of Earth speaking the first stanza. The Earth, and all beings, are always moving toward healing. This poem reminds us.” PARIS REVIEW
“The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee”
I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest …read full poem
I’m excited to announce my poem, IN THE HOURS OF CARE, is published in MasticadoresUsa today.
I want to thank the editor, Gabriela Marie Milton, for selecting and publishing my piece in today’s post. It is an honor to be part of this publication, please make sure to stop by and give them a visit.
IN THE HOURS OF CARE
in the hours of care
a rabbit dodges a shooting
and hobbits
into a hole in the ground
grasses burn and pencil a path
crooked footings land
grounded in sand
sun crescents the…read full poem
my sister thinks I’m a freak-
since childhood
her coldness has wafted about
hung in the air
stench blank and distant stare
steeled defiance
like the sharp pointed tip of a knife
her judging disapproval
stabs at the walls with a loud
screeching silence
fool-hearted and on the brink
of some kind of
manufactured insanity
spewing and churning out
a patented righteousness
a seal that blights my world
hoping to unfurl
that freakiness
she finds so disarming
she leaves me wondering…
after all these years, how did we relate?
speechless words
grating gratuities
our bloodlines deflated
flattened in fact
yearning for some
elusive return
of a closeness
we never had
never shared
never spoken
yet,
always wanted.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
(updated and revised 6/16/21)
Assumptions-
arrogance and gumption.
They walk in before all
displaying their gall
destroying all grace
leaving beauty out of place, hurting feelings
contriving, depriving, cut-open and dividing
boundaries widen to try and swallow
their conniving, sniveling embrace
only to choke on …read full poem
Frozen in stone
above the epitaph
alone I linger
amidst the ether
and the night whisper
becomes my hell
in limbo
I beg and wander
‘til my soul is stolen
unglued from the past and
delivered to rest
shepherd me to Gods
in heaven to myths that
pass by and delight my love
to light the flames that flicker
this candle held by under gods
of evil to torment my passing
the afterlife eluding but
the whip-poor-wills
ascend and lift me to heaven.
By Jay Mora-Shihadeh
I would like to thank Kristiana Reed over at Free Verse Revolution, for editing and publishing this fantastic looking second edition: hermes (the kaleidoscope).
The summer issue celebrates the abstract, surrealism and the multi-faceted with many contributors reflecting upon life and death
You can download a free copy below, to read all the other talented poets and artists included in this summer edition.
The digital download is completely free but if you wish to donate/pay as you feel, you can do so through the Donate tab.
Our summer issue celebrates the abstract, surrealism and the multi-faceted with many contributors reflecting upon life and death
There are things that seem
to never 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 …READ MORE…
Love is to the spirit what a moon beam
is to the night
A smile so bright
that 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.
Original Post– Revised 6/8/21
Art and Poetry ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
You won’t get what you want
from those who believe
love is cheap or sell their souls
for a knock-off of self-esteem.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
The bamboo whistles as night sets in
the sway of the palms, shivers his skin
and he raises his brow to the West.
Let the sun go, let it go for today.
He melts back down with a silenced
surrender, as his * Amber Alert * buzzes
from the kitchen table. * Kidnapped
Children from Miami-Dade, in Grave Danger *
Annoyed by the constant onslaught of bad news
marking the violence, of this, or that kind,
perpetuated against children, he hangs his
head down and prays. Planes and hawks
intermingle in the clouds, no real silence is found.
Calm, but not silent. Sadly, nature untouched by
human hands is a prayer unanswered.
How many times, how many times, to count the
numbers of stars he left hanging in the night
with the moon calling his name, clear as
day. He vanishes into some hurried way of
forgetting that none of it matters. Only the
way of the grey, the dark matter, the star’s vaporous
dust, the way of the sun, the way of the moon
the way of the solar flares, the explosions, only
the way of the magnetic energy and
the way of the cosmic force fields,
only they care, about the fortitude
and good fortune of the sun and moon.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Ryan Holloway on Unsplash
#Prosepoetry #Poet #Cosmic #Writers
The melancholy of sweet depression
like Poe and Vincent Van Gogh,
those who were fraught with despair
have created haute cuisines
of flesh, of reds, of spleen.
They’ve picked up their brushes
their pen and ink
and palette’s exploded
fit to repair,
splayed open wide-
their vision
their loneliness
and,
the haunting beauty
that possessed their mind.
Their art wild and wanton,
masterpieces of expression
born out of tongues
that spoke with hysteria
and sights of historical blessings,
that spoke about the Starry Night
of Annabel and The Raven’s delight,
that spoke of shimmer, shiver and fright-
of howling, wailing, wicked light!
The melancholy of sweet depression-
like Poe and Vincent Van Gogh.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
revised 6/1/21
Photo Credits: Vincent van Gogh and Edgar Allan Poe
Shakespeare was an insomniac
A maniac, word-slinging poet
who ate his delights, masticating
his sorrows, while feeding our
wide awake hearts
with his poetic desires.
Shall we in return dance tarantellas
to celebrate you and…( read more )
I go inside where rain pellets the skin
piercing and drenched
I recall, as I sit and feel the years
of despots and dictators reign control
my belly contracting like a beast,
unwanted and violent.
I recall my youth, the beginnings of me
I recall my innocence, I retract and recoil
the memory of despots and dictators
lurking around and about every corner.
Rough, tumble, soft,
plush innocence.
To un-know would be pleasure.
Yearning to un-know
that the absence of light
is black dark colorless
thrusting that back inside,
is all but impossible.
Yet, to be wild again
if I can for a minute,
even recall how that feels.
The un-infringed upon mind.
Freedom.
Yes freedom. Free-dom
Free dom dom
dommm…
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
The short tale has arrived
Hand feed
them
one
at
a
time.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh revised 5/22/21
Photo by Porapak Apichodilok from Pexels
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