Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Classic Warfare - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The alley cats are lost
Behind the caliginosity
Of the secluded enigmas.
The stray cats and their
Endless rumbling over
The rooftops as the dreary dogs
Sleep amid the nuisances.

Even the populace spar with the night.
The turmoil of the trees
Effervesce in the night, unsealed.
The bedlam of the streets recede
During the night
And once again ignite during the feisty Sun’s
Glaze.

Wherever we go,
Everything seems to undulate,
To ripple
In a mad series
Of means and extremes,
Sun versus the Moon,
The harlequin against the flambeau,
The reticent dogs at night
Adjacent to the frantic felines.

Even the women
Wage war against lacquer,
Against their insecurities,
Infidelities,
Falsified judgments,
Misdemeanor,
Coquettish affairs,
Lustful liaisons

Against

Men who tinker with the
Warfare of wooing women
And bringing them to bed
And gird their loins of love
That they coalesce with their
Flawless blarney.
Men who deal with savagery,
And sometimes misogyny
But we are not here to compare
But rather compel
A war in between
Oceans.

In the scriptures
Even the gods waged a war
Against their adversaries
Who meddle with hellfire
But that is not my concern.

The gods watched
As the women destructed the men
And rendered them alone.

As the men violate the women
And bestow a besmirching carried
Upon centuries.

As the cats make a mad clatter
Atop the rooftops, fighting for
The sake of scathing another cat.

I swear, the dogs thought of mischief
As they were languidly resigned to their
Kennels, thinking of where to conceal their
Beloved bones.

And moored to this melee,
The night battles
Like love.
The morning dew retaliates
Like enmity.

I do not know where these
Hostilities come from
Until I engaged in a war myself

And I knew where it came from.
It sprung from a vacuous space
In one’s heart that will never be filled.
And so, the vastness seemed conducive
For these petty conflicts -

Until we are never
Filled to the brim
With anything at all
In our pathetic lives.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011



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