Hic Est Poesy

Hic Est Poesy This is a collection of my poetry. I hope you enjoy it!

26/09/2025

MOANDER'S SHAMEFUL LEGACY

It's an obvs hobby
Of guileful peculators
To have spoiled morals.

With the trendy mess
Of falling paltry bridges
From the great Magat.

Bridging to the hearth
Where uppish muggers settle
To devour the pearl

Of the famished folks
Waiting at the rear bottom
For mealy-mouthed aid

The levee of hope
That curbs the harrowing spate
Form to disappear

As venal Eiffel
Lost its sworn pure avowal
Due for greed and pride

Drifting the bulk bag
By flood of reckless archon
While they save themselves

Bootlegging future
Of the children and nation
To fill their pockets

Sick becomes sicker
Hungry to malnourishment
Life is nihilism

When will this thing end?
When will it cease to happen?
Or will we not change?

***

01/09/2025

Celebrating my 3rd year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

27/06/2025

ORANGES
--- HicEst

This moment reminds me of you and oranges,
Like a tree that bears both simplicity and grace.
With sturdy shoulders that tempt me to lean,
Resting beneath your warmth and playful embrace.

Your leaves feel calm, confident, and bright,
Even when your eyes are quiet and still.
Your gentle presence softens the moment,
A subtle light that captures my will.

Like oranges ripening in the eastern autumn,
Your color shines, rare and sincere.
And even if orange were said to mean death,
I would still choose to hold you near.

For I love everything about you—
The sweetness and sourness you bring.
Like oranges that balance both taste and truth,
You fill my mind with peace within.

***

26/06/2025

WHEN RAIN STARTS TO FALL
— HicEst

This dusky morning I have seen again,
While the heavens wail aloud.
Their tears become a facsimile
Of my longing and silent pain,
As if they sense the gray clouds of my heart.

I place the clever lamp above my head,
Its glow brushing the fervent canvases that hang.
Within this four-cornered room,
A lonely pillow rests upon my bed,
While my melancholic days refuse to end.

Heavy raindrops run wild like horses,
Filling my roof with life and restless sound—
Yet leaving me in stillness.
I lie upon a blank sheet with doubtful senses,
Wishing I could overturn the depths of this sorrow.

Rain falls with a desperate sadness.
Will this day resemble yesterday?
Perhaps—since I have forced my world to narrow,
Making it impossible
To see a life touched by sunlight.

***

26/06/2025

THE PUGNA ANIMI
— Hic Est

I was once held in esteem within your eyes,
Traversing this vast and unsettled hope of joy.
In quiet attempts to assemble a piecemeal puzzle,
I sought to redeem my fading light and sight.

As I ascend the fifth ladder of this journey,
I find myself unready for the battle ahead.
Running toward the back door, I am suddenly trapped—
Upon this floor, I see no one but myself.

I wished to return; I asked you in silence.
Yet I am cloaked in the darkness of my infidelity.
I left my former self somewhere behind, alone—
With nowhere to turn, I stand without discretion.

***

24/06/2025

WRECKED COMFORT
--- HicEst

Squelching the iron sand beneath my steps,
Sunrays soothe wherever they arrive.
The waving sea calls its quiet witness to sit—
A usual portrait of a Cimmerian on a distant shore.

I asked the wind that careens toward me,
“Where have you been?” it seemed to cry in return.
Grasping the crummy herbage of the lea,
I realized how downcast I had become.

The heavy expectation that burdens my tomorrow
Frazzles my soul with every passing day.
The murmurs of sea, sun, and sand about my sorrow
Only makes me feel bluer and drearier.

Suddenly, heavy tears from the clouds fall upon me.
I can almost decode the heavens’ sympathy—
The many hurdles I must still break through,
For I remain a wight that longs for life and play.

***

24/06/2025

ASIAN HEGEMONY
--- Hic Est

In a sacred land in the middle of the East
Lies a group of Cassim doing some feast
In the Kaaba where they take the order
Launching its hunger with howitzer

Here comes a family of hooligans
Who forged to be the greatest of all humans
A living fossil of power from an empire
Fought back with fired yellowcake, dire

Panicked Gilgamesh surrounding the devastated field
Run to get away from being killed
In a strike by remiss bureaucrats
Rigid, inhumane, unworthy apparats

While the bald warns the hooligan to lie off
The crane of the great Manchu prepares its loof
A battle royale for hegemony is yet to start
And the global order will be torn apart

***

21/06/2025

ROYAL'S ADJECTIVE
--- Hic Est

It’s the date for the Kings and Queens though they’re placed in fifth
Delighted due to royal status, ruler as their faith
They came after the crab yet they just arrived!
Basking in the spotlight artistically and creatively inspired.

Celebrity as they were perceived by many
That is, friendship has been their forte
Ruled by the sun, they govern life and vitality
As they never retrograde, renowned for consistency and loyalty.

But be careful because they have high pride and get jealous easily
For they fear others could obscure their fancy
That’s why they should always be reminded by someone
That their own hubris could be the reason for their sun to go down.

***

21/06/2025

THE FICKLE (Haiku)
--- Hic Est

Sometimes I'm into
But most of the time I'm not
I wish I could stop.

***

21/06/2025

WAITER'S SHORT STORY (Tanka)
--- Hic Est

It's been a while, dear
I wonder of where you go
I patiently sit
Hopelessly waiting of you
Under the shade of the blue.

***

21/06/2025

NOTHING WORKS (Haiku)
--- Hic Est

Nothing works in me
I feel like I am drowning
In this self-distrust.

***

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