POETRY ON CANVAS
Carol Tanjutco welcomes you!
Art is not only visual, art is rendered from the heart to the canvas, with feelings of love, passion, gratitude, sometimes grief, at times heartbreaking, but often times comforting.
Poets Laureate, come share your passion in art and poetry!
Voice from Beyond
The Eye Within
©by Carol Tanjutco
Silent as a grave.
It does not exist
as his mind resists
what he thought was brave.
A moment of rage,
can’t cease or desist
plagued passion persists
bitterness engaged.
No one knew but him,
so he thought, until...
muffled voice whispers
echoed in his dream
her eyes haunt him still
doomed to die in fear!
One Restless Soul
©by Carol Tanjutco
It’s 3:00 a.m., the hour of death.
Felons of the hour that past stalked,
the spirits chanting in distress,
poor victims silenced, cold and choked.
Her body lay still, begging for answer.
Why does it have to be Mother?
Like I could hear her lullabye …
one more time, please, then say goodbye
Pray. Amen to God’s will and wrath
but the ax of judgment is mine to cast.
No rhyme nor reason can possibly match
the angst and agony I have amassed.
Deep inside I hear howling winds of fear.
Grip of terror prevailed, in pain she wailed.
Forsaken by heavens, she could not bear.
Deadened by roaring rains, her cries unheard.
The rest of the world sleeps unsuspecting
woman in torment dying helplessly.
Where were we whom she loved, raised and nurtured?
Where were we when she was beaten, tortured?
Overwhelmed with grief, the Angel of Death
transgressed, let me fathom life’s mystery.
I shall never be in this tragedy.
God help me, divine justice is my plea.
Wounded Tiger
©by Carol Tanjutco
Slighted, blighted, marred, scarred, beaten
I pick my tail that has fallen
carried my cubs and walked away
tucked them safe from fears that allay.
The healing starts. Contemplation
of infallible plan of action.
In the silence of this holy hour
Reasons run dry. I must devour.
The stealth and stillness of the night
slowly consumes the fire inside.
Blasphemy made a daring stunt
crushing my vulnerable heart.
The chance is now, one paw a time
veering verily, vengeance is mine!
Mother's Grave in Vain
©by Carol Tanjutco
The night is young, been waiting, still hoping
to hear my lover’s ring, my heart’s bleeding.
So many times I ask myself, why? How
these things had turned my dream into nightmare.
‘Twas just yesterday we’re teeming with glee,
happy hearts beaming with light, hope and joy.
Prayerfully counting the days to wed,
two souls vowed as one ‘till life after death.
Then, out of nowhere, turbulent sand storm
struck, vanished all the love and heart’s treasures.
The sands of time had ran out forever
breathless beings’ prayer in vain, lifeless.
Didn’t we ask blessings from mother’s grave?
What went wrong? Woman in love, easy prey!