Portrait

I want you to paint
the portrait of my soul.

Spare me from that intrusive flash
like a sneer of the present without a soul -
it knows nothing about the tremors
and the fiery, cold, fierce
shocking sensations
that I was.

I’d want each stroke and blend
of colours, to be as dainty and as light
and as stormy as what and how it was.

I do not wish to
lose me.

Allow that brush to trace each
cries and shouts and laughter -
confined within the fortress of memories.

Do not compel the canvass to just take
a glance instead – and look into the mirror
that was the past. I fear that a different image
would take my place.

Come, take a look
within me.

But when you do, remember
to stand on the side when
the inner floodgate opens -
for you, and that unfinished canvass, may
be swept away as the currents from within
would come out, exploding – invading
like a kaleidoscopic force.

Paint my truth.
Nothing else.

©2013leofinajanegalleta

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Translucent Shores

Along the empty harbor,
Breakwater’s lonesome shores
You seek for sign of freedom;
Sweet sacrifices, lost.

Within the sheltered meadows
You hope to find the cure
The healing touch of pleasures
To fill a barren soul.

In this asylum of wishes,
The past, frozen in frames
Lined on dimly lit corners
With faded prints to grace.

Canvasses on limestone walls
Adorned your austere world
Timeless tales hidden, untold
Missing parts of the whole.

Dreams faded with the sunset
Like lost, redeemer’s hope;
The sinking helm of reasons
Spoken through a song.

You lived to change the seasons,
Drifting within your world
As you pursue life’s signet
Along translucent shores.

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ODE TO SUNRISE

Soft, morning’s whisper
I hear- a serenade,
sweet heaven’s
cry.
The light, now
slowly creeping in
like untold secrets revealed-
destined to fill the gaps
in between.

The spell of
morning mist- you
bring like dazzling drizzles-
a touch of butterflies’ kiss;
like soothing rhythm of
raindrops falling-
sweeping away
cobwebs of
fears.

Here
I am
drenched-
though I’m not
shivering; as I bathe
with the blinding rays
that every sunrise brings.

©2010leofinajanegalleta

REDEMPTION

Note:  To mark the end of the Lenten Season, I wrote this poem (few years back) as my ‘offering’ for Easter Sunday, or what we, Filipinos, call as “Salubong ” (in Iluko/Ilocano, “Sabet”).

The last drop of tear has fallen-
Did time and space stand still?
Did the universe give out
a sigh of relief?
I didn’t know.

I have been grieving for
my demise; my soul was
lamenting for my
death.

I’ve seen heaven through
the eyes of hell, while I
was a living blind.
I heard the urgent echoes of
a pleading sigh- but still I
took my time and
I died-
long before
you raised the cup and
drank my misery.

I have been dead before you
perished-  but your last
breath was my
redemption.

©2010leofinajanegalleta
3 April 2010 22:51:28

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Unsung Hymn

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Constantly I sang the tunes
Of riddles and mazes in rhyme
With burning desire to seek,
Why I am what I am.

Hidden in assumed faces
In a world beyond reality
Where each one plays a part
As each fairy tale unfolds.

Could I possibly have,
A moment of contemplation
If reality exists,
In this world of illusion.

Here, in the dim path ways
Of intertwined kaleidoscopic thoughts
I come across those eyes that reflect
My unknown realities’ mirror.

Shed into light by searching tunes
Embedded in the laughter of serenades
Its silent power opened the inner eyes
To end my quest for understanding.

And there you were,
My beacon of soul who stirred
To life long-buried cries from the ocean
Of anguish echoing deep longings.

A child’s lamentation beneath
A mind of steel, cloaked
With indifference amidst praises
Of adoring eyes from well-wishers.

Then finally in full circle
Quest came to end, the search is over
My own enigma came to light, at last!
Born from the depths of your eyes.

A lonesome child lost in the cold
Battling the tide struggling to stand
To overcome the storms, rising
With each passage of time.

Didn’t I know a fragile child
Lies deep within a nurturer’s heart
The unsung hymns now, I could sing
The truth in your eyes brightly reflecting.

©2007leofinajanegalleta
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EPHEMERAL

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A photo taken during one of my recent trips...

A photo taken in one of my recent trips...

For you- I am
the rainbow’s grace
you wish to see after the rain
like hopeful signs- your world’s delight
Yet nothing but, an ephemeral sight.

You’ve said- I am the gentle breeze
a touch in passing, felt but unseen-
a lightning’s kiss sent in a flash
a dream before awakening.

Maybe I am- but a
seeker of light destined to
weave these untold rhymes- the
keeper of unspoken lines.

And,I have known that dreams are
but dreams- and that wishes are tales, like
thoughts- never ending.

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Note:

Poetry is timeless- eternal. The beauty of this art lies on its fluidity, which is something that I can relate to my existence- Poetry, like my life, I will always be “a work in progress”. Thus, I recreated one of my previous works- this one is derived from an old poem of mine- “Whispers Through the Wind.

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PRISM

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Borrowed lights to
illuminate collages- exposed
in arrays of sights that taunts
the unassuming ways of
idle tides.

Sudden flares abruptly
shine- fueled, not by contrite
heart, but cast by
empty lamps.

Believe that
sometimes- the strong winds
become the captain to stir
your shadow, and your
soul’s anchor would
not be your own.

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Prism, defined- A transparent body, with usually three rectangular plane faces or sides, and two equal and parallel triangular ends or bases; — used in experiments on refraction, dispersion, etc.


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HOME

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(orig. version)
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This isn’t a new piece- just a
“recycled” old poem of mine…


Recently, I
took a step wider-
wiser.

Though I can’t see
the future- I sent my
silent voice to seek, and
to plead for a gift of
time with you.

You must have heard
me, and you came
home- my soul at
last had finally
known
me.

©2009leofinajanegalleta
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SPECKS


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Who am I
to be loved and to be
showered with divine graces-
the wondrous gift of enthralled
glimpses that I only have
to touch with
my eyes.

Because- far beyond
most brilliant words are enthralling
specks magnified- beyond sights of
blissful moments that
consumed my soul.

Sights-that I’ve always
tried to catch with my eyes- like
a dream that merely passes through
but my hands won’t even
dare to touch.

I am, indeed is- but
a living part of those tiny specks-
lost in the vastness of
the universe, yet I
feel loved- and
I love.



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NIGHTINGALE’S HYMN

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Another recycled old rhyme.”

The lavender sky kisses the earth
As the Nightingale starts to hum
The sweetest tunes of tenderness
A soulful serenade.

The music sheet’s still unblemished
Keynotes, about to be revealed
Enchanted time- now stands still
To listen to a masterpiece.

With eyes alive in an inner world-
the Nightingale bowed to behold
while nocturne souls could hardly wait
For grand citation to begin.

Taking the stage in purposeful strides
The Nightingale’s voice comes to life
Some unsung sighs suddenly pour
Along with these unspoken words-

“Could it happen if
faith prevails
If it is written-
signed, and sealed;
Would unborn seeds of
promised bliss
Sprout and grow amidst the heat?”

Indeed, sweet echoes rule the night
Accolades aimed to glorify-
to show the treasures from within
Love’s offering- the Nightingale’s hymns.

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LISTEN

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Heed to the cries of a knocking soul-
a pilgrim from the past
imprisoned beyond the
memory of dreams
that fade.

Listen to
the hum of the cunning
waves- enticing souls to embrace
a world wherein agony holds the reigns of
evil desires fueled by illusions with
overpowering spell stronger
than currents of guilt.

Listen to the sigh of the passing hours-
as the mocking beats of blackened hearts
would know defeat and perish with
the deafening roar of cheers
when the breathing earth
shouts to proclaim hope
from the tomb that’s
never empty.

Keep on listening until time
will expose the shining truth beyond
the sweetness of pretensions hidden at
the lustful valleys within the hearts of
unrepentant souls dwelling
in illusionary thrones-
but not for long.


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SPACES

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So it seems-
that I remain to be blind;
oblivious with the whisperings-
stranger’s sounds with wishes to fill
the open spaces where
freedom reigns.

My heart, indeed
remains to be longing- not
for a chain or a golden cage, but
for spaces that wisdom fills-
lost paradise,
most desired place.

That my soul- may
live, and not wilt from the
glaring lights of a rhinestone’s world-
where sweet words are some mocking
snares, and scrutiny is-
a hidden praise.


Copyright: Leofina Jane G. Galleta
©2009leofinajanegalleta. All Rights Reserved


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THINKING OUT LOUD

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Solitude and
serenity reigned in
my self-built paradise, with a
fragile innocence that owned
the cloaks of gaiety and freedom.
My own soul was
my knight and my valiant warrior
while strength and sanity was
my fearless shadow- graced
with a sense of being
that nurtured
my soul.

Peace has been my own sky beneath
sunrise and sunset in the
endless cycle of bliss in
a charmed world
I’ve set.
Until our
worlds collided.
Out of nowhere- you’ve came
with a spell stronger
than mine.

The wind whispered- you’ve known
that I always hide in the middle of crowds,
I grieve amidst cheers and laughter, and
lonesome in the height of victory.
In the silence of your voice, I heard
the songs of hidden truth unsaid.
Indeed, you are- the mirror
to show the way beyond
the world I’ve made.

I fear the force you bring
Strong, unknown, untamed, for
mine is, but- a tiny speck from
your overwhelming sky.
Should I then take a
safe retreat for sanity to hold me high-
or, should I run away again-
like I always did when fate seems
to lead me towards the pathway of hearts
that others mostly seek.

Thus,
here I am- thinking
out loud
again.

©2009leofinajanegalleta


[not a newly penned one... only freshly dressed... - ljgalleta]

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ETERNITY

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Could eternity be-
alive when the heart dances
into the beat of its own sound;
embracing freedom- like an
emblem of undying assonance?

Could it be measured through
the spaces of breaths and hidden sighs
owned by the souls left with nothing-
but to wait for the sun
to set and then, to rise?

Could eternity be-
born from a seed of thought
scattered by the morning winds and
nurtured by the dawn of reason-
until the moment of efflorescence?


Could eternity be-
revealed when springtime paints
the world with lush and lively colours-
until it goes and commences
to blend with the new season?

Could it be lived through moments
that comes and goes as time
goes on, and the world keeps on-
adorned with traces of
laughter and tears that grace
each births and breath?


Eternity -it could be real or falsity;
A life beneath the grave of sorrow
A torch of illusion, a bearer of hope
An anchor or a sail -hope of the unknown.

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