#3 “The Provocateur”…[Series Poetry-Painting]

“is nature the eternity i expect?”

final HD the Provocateur Cover page

i am at the winter of my life, my mind works like a horse on a gallop…  from a walk to a trot to a canter… unnoticeably galloping! 

this gold glimmer of 7th heaven

is somewhat a passing breeze

and even if i take a snap of it

it will never be back, 

never to be duplicated


if only time will keep still

even for few seconds

then, i can get a glimpse of eternity. 


i try to retrace my shadows

but it also won’t keep still

for every movement i make

goes to yesterday

a yesterday that refuses 

to clarify, so elusively zeroing

 my mind in its blurry image 

whether it’s joy or sadness

my fingers refuses to portray.


9:30 am (having my cup of coffee here at my ‘pergola’

As i lean against the corner post of my pergola, weighing the passing drizzles that have been on an off-on gymnastics for more than three weeks now, i caught the tail end of Roy’s motorised wheel chair, which i often refer as Roy’s ‘Ferrari’. Roy, a 92 year old neighbour, can still proudly walk inspite of that bundle pillows his back carries- but only for few minutes or else, he will be romancing and kissing the shadow of his steps. Gads, he still exhibits a pair of googling  eyes on beauty like a teen; every morning, he would be on his way for a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe and when he comes back, he would be handing me a stick of choclat ice cream! My other neighbours tease me as his lover! hahahaha!!!

sing a song of love in a bath tub

dance the conga while cooking

sway dream on a hammock

walk a mile a day

eat what you like

make love…  lol make love!

enjoy your life

why count the minutes 

in complaints?


death is always

but a foot away

we are all destined anyway

so why worry

go lucky be happy

throw all your garbages

make beauty surround you

be youthful and healthy

look at me… lol!!!


do i labour in abandonment  

won’t i ever reach a conclusion 

would i ever know my own praises

would i always be in mysticism 

not knowing how when do i end?

would i be a part of your nature

a tree a flower a bird or rain

is nature the eternity

i expect?


Impressionist art is a style in which the artist captures the image of an object as someone would see it if they just caught a glimpse of it. They paint the pictures with a lot of color and most of their pictures are outdoor scenes. Their pictures are very bright and vibrant.

impressionism poetry-painting by _ade caparas manilah

friday 6:59pm 19 october 2018

Lanecove West NSW Sydney Australia

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