frolicking
on the beach
she feels overdressed
and changes her bikini
to a thong

HAIBUNIC ANECDOTE

Wrote these lines today on the back of my sales receipt while having dessert, after a late lunch in a neighborhood buffet restaurant. Probably still thinking of "In the name of love" poems I recently posted here. Being a wordsmith that I am, my poetic persona meandered to a familiar magical place where the past and the present meshes into one. With just a little bit of remembered lives or events, an avalanche of words spews out from nowhere and weaves themselves into a poem. Like this one.

the entwined ivy
and blooming rose
reach for the sun
the entanglements
of forbidden love

In the name of love

she gunned him
as she can't bear
to share her lover
then she killed
herself

mystery solved
he disappeared
only to admit later
he's with his other love
in Brazil

summer break
I sense the silent ticking
of the hotel wall clock
it's the same place
but without you

for Marivie

now I know
why our embrace
was so tight
your last farewell
to fleeting life

VANISHING STARS

In memory of Ed Mcmahon, Farrah Fawcett,
Michael Jackson, and Karl Malden

a series of shocks
rocks Tinsel town
who's next in line

a Hollywood script
has a beginning, middle
and ending
after the show is done
its essence still remains

with differing
allure and aura
the stars brightened
touched and entertained
our mundane lives

we basked
in their triumphs
and wept
at their failures
what a ride, what a ride

one by one
they arrived
one by one they left
thanks for the memories
we all mourn your deaths

Victor P. Gendrano
Author of: Rustle of bamboo leaves

For Diana (Another version and that's it folks, no more)

grandma's ranting
the weak wipers no match
to the relentless rain

For Beatrice

how long
shall I wait for
your empty promise
after winter chill
or summer heat

For Gwilym

a commotion
in the sidewalk
for a tossed quarter
voiceless victims
of society's failings

For Nora

a cap and gown
crowd his empty room
postponed graduation

graduation day
his friends keep asking
for my missing son

stillness surround
the star-crossed lovers
in their misunderstandings
the silence between them
is deafening

Waikiki Beach
so many bare bodies
so little time

I gently brush
the wisp of hair
crowding her unmade face
trying hard to fathom
her heart's hurts

Father's day

surrounded with love
of my children
this Father's day
I only wish their mom
is still here

a hummingbird
follows the falling leaf
my friend's untimely death

Seniors Singalong

in cane or wheelchair
they sing at the karaoke center
for brief magical moments
they’re Sinatra or Doris Day
aches and pain forgotten

she looks through me
longing to ignite
love's dying embers

a shred of kite
flaps in the wind
their missing son