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 Love Ends

Each night, tears drip hastily down from my eyes
Interrogations crowded my mind, these unanswered whys.
We have been together for almost half a decade
Then in an instant, you confessed that your feelings fade.

Days and nights, I found myself contemplating
On what I've done wrong to deserve this feeling.
I've been faithful to you since the day we've met
Oh I've loved you, how could you forget?

Did you find someone else who cares you more?
Someone who will always have an open door
When he knows what secret that you've been hiding
Truth that in four years, I have been heeding.

I've endured those days that you've gone away
To a distant place during my darkest day.
I've always forgiven you for your lame alibis
And just let them drift away with my thousand sighs.

Perhaps, now is the time for me to say farewell
Despite this pain, I still wish you're always well.
My love for you is now put to an end.
I just don't know how long my heartaches mend.

 

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Second Chance

It's been a while since the day we parted
Yet I still remember that moment you left me broken hearted
In sleepless nights, my pillows drenched in tears
My mind seemed lost, my days were engulfed in fear.

I never know how I could ever move on
The thoughts of you haunt me on and on
I always found myself in a daydream
That you're still by my side, so it seems.

Years passed and I can say that I'm now okay
Though in my heart and mind you will always stay.
The pain I feel now is lighter than before
Pain that penetrated deeply within my core.

When things are started to become right
One day, you came back and appeared to my sight.
My heart beats fast, the fire inside aglow
I think that I still love you so.

Then you asked me for another chance
My mind is hesitant but my heart seems to dance.
I'm afraid to accept you and take the risk again
'Cause I never wished to suffer the same pain back then.

 


Granted Solace

It has been a week now since the day you came
And yes I just knew you in some concupiscent game
Yet since that moment your eyes met mine
When our heartbeats collided, our hands entwined

         This feelings grow and conflagrates like fire
         And casted away the pain from a heartbreak prior.

I haven't been this happy, I tell you my dear
You've vanquished my sorrows, my worries and fear.
You've never felt even the slightest repugnance
And knowing this, my heart seems wanting to dance.

         That promise you said that you will always be there
         Is a granted solace, in my every night's prayer.


Oh how I felt relieved at this very moment
From bearing that fraught conscience, a week's torment
Finally I had found that courage to confess
The secret I've been hiding that put me in distress.

         Though I was frightened to tell you at first
         Cause I expected that things will be worst.

Your acquiescence put me in so much ease
Your acceptance put my boggled mind at peace.
I'll forever treasure this and emblazon deep in my heart
And I promise to be faithful and I'll do my part

         From now on until the end of time,
         So let's together trod in moments sublime.

 


Deranged Bride

In a dark, secluded, dilapidated room
A deranged bride was left by her groom
With shackles clasped in both her hands
Shards are strewn where she stands.

She laughs, screams, and then bursts into a wail
As blood oozes slowly on her veil.
With gritted teeth, she cries out in pain.
caused by the bruises from her chain.

Sweat messes up her once perfect tress
Clots stain her white wedding dress.
She tries to pluck each cluttered red
And gently clustered it on that filthy bed.

On a witching hour, when the moon shines bright
Still, in her place shines no light.
It's dark, like a pit where light has shun
In front of her rises a headless nun.

She screams at what she sees.
And feels the trembling of her knees
After a few moments, she feels beguiled.
Then she smiles and cackles like a child.


Word Count: 147 words
Line Count: 20 lines

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Lonely Sunset

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I slowly walk down the strand
I gaze at how each wave hits the slumbered sand
It seems as furious as what I've been
My heart, in utmost pain, seems pressed and pinned.

Every step I take leaves a transient trace
My footprints in waves are swiftly effaced.
A sign of my misery and hapless gain
I seem to be clasped in life's choking chains.

My detestation grows deeper and deeper
My dreams are starting to shatter
I am trapped amidst a trenchant snare
These life trials I can no longer fare.

I'd rather be blind; this I'd rather long
Or lost my hearing to a griefful song.
I will no longer feel the utmost ruth
And rather be deft to a painful truth.

The strength that I needed is beyond my reach
A life of fortune? An eternal beseech
Where will this torrent drift me by?
Will I still suffer until the day I die?

On this thorny path, will I forever trod?
In life's misfortune, will I continuously plod?
Beneath these forlorn, forsaken skies
Does hope await? What future lies?


Read the Tagalog version here:




Lonely Sunset

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Ako'y naglalakad sa baybaying dagat
Minamasdan ang mga along nagkalat
Tila ba ay galit tulad ng aking sinapit
Damdaming habag, mistulang naiipit.

Bawat yapak ko'y nag-iwan ng bakas
Bakas na animo'y tuluyang nagsilayas
Katulad ng paghihirap at pag-asang nawala
Ang buhay ko'y tila niyapos ng tanikala.

Ang aking sinusuklam ay lalong namayani
Ang aking minimithi ay mistulang nahawi
Ako'y nalugmok sa mapait na tadhana
Itong mga pagsubok ay di ko na makaya.

Ako sana'y maging bulag nalang - ang aking daing
O kaya'y maging bingi - mahirap man na hiling
Nang ang paghihirap ay di ko na masaksihan
Nang maging bingi nalang sa masakit na katotohanan.

Ang lakas na ninanais ay 'di ko mahagilap
Ang maginhawang buhay, sakin ay mailap
Hanggang saan kaya ako tatangayin
Ng masidhing buhay na aking naangkin.

Sa matinik na landas nalang ba ako manatili?
Hatid ba ay kamalasan hanggang sa huli?
Sa silong nitong mapanglaw na langit
May pag asa pa kaya akong makakamit?


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Satan Triumphs
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In a dark chambered asylum
Devils planned their slay
Haunting Caitiffs' unpleasant night
With nightmares - bringing tremendous fright!

Bones, skeletons and skulls scatter
On the floor are strewn cadavers
Empty coffins dance mid-air
Light flickers - queer faces suddenly appear

Black shadow engulf entirely
The abandoned altar of humanity
Darkness grip the struggling flame
Then to ember - die and leave its frame

Heads are stringed adornment
To foster their only endowment -
Bloods of innocent humans
And putrid souls of unhumane

At night when foxes bay
His advocates stray to slaughter
Those who come across their way -
Satan triumphs on their offered preys

Magical Clouds

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On an island called Gapasan, there lived a couple who had no children. Though they were not given one, they still lived a life of bliss. Every single day, they've been praying, wishing, and hoping to have just one child. One day, Danilo noticed something that grew in their backyard. He called his wife, Dina, immediately. Dina was so intrigued by the plant that she decided to care for it and allow it to bloom and grow until it bore its fruits. Danilo agrees to it. They took good care of the plant, watered it, and even put some bamboo splinters around it as protection from stray animals. They also decided to come up with a name for it. And at last, it was named cotton.



Days had passed. The plant grew bigger and healthier. Its leaves were all green and had many stems and branches. Every day, the couple visited the plant. Weeks had passed. And weeks turn into months. Danilo was just amazed when the plant got its flowers—white, smooth flowers. He called Dina immediately. She was taken aback and tempted to stroke its white and smooth flowers. Dina suggested she pick it up and turn it into a soft cushion. But Danilo refused, for they have to wait until it bears its fruits. Dina doesn't insist on her husband's suggestion, for it is a great idea. Danilo cultivated the soil and watered it.


The couple waited so patiently for the fruit the tree would bring. They waited many months. One day, they decided to visit the plant again. Flowers, however, were still in bloom. Nothing appeared and hung from the tree. Its flowers covered the leaves and the stems. It's similar to a large bouquet of white flowers used for weddings. Dina got mad at this. She waited so patiently but came up with nothing. She realized that they were just wasting their time waiting for its fruit to appear. She decided to pick it that very day, but Danilo insisted again and promised to cut it the next day.


The day has finally come. It's picking time. Danilo prepared his knives, and Dina her baskets. They proceeded to their backyard and were just shocked. The tree has gone. Dina got angry at Danilo. If only Danilo had listened and obeyed her, then that would not have happened. Danilo was still silent and stared at something on the ground. Dina noticed him and became intrigued. The couple came closer to the place where the tree stood before. And there they found a huge pile of cotton flowers. As they carefully watched it, they were surprised when a baby appeared in their eyes. They were silent for a while until Dina began to laugh so loudly that they eventually found a baby.


Both were very happy. They brought the baby into their home. She was so beautiful, with a face like a fairy and skin as white and smooth as the cotton flowers. The couple gave her a name. They even got into conflict over choosing a name that suited the baby. At last, Danilo suggested one, and Dina liked it—it's Cloudine.


Danilo decided to have Cloudine bathe. He brought her to the well. Dina was busy on the bed of Cloudine, fixing it with the pile of flowers left. Danilo now has a basin and a pail of water. As he poured the water on Cloudine's body, the water turned to a foamy, white cotton. He was taken aback and immediately called his wife to inform her of what had occurred. He poured again, and the same happened until they'd finished bathing. Dina collected a big pile of cotton that was enough to make a pillow for the two of them and a cushion for their chairs. Dina devised the plan to sell their cotton in the nearby town. Danilo agrees. Without much ado, they bathe the baby until the well is dry. They collected a huge pile of it, which was enough to sell. Danilo arrived home with plenty of money and lots of groceries. They were so happy for these.


Danilo brought Dina some good news. There was a wealthy man willing to trade his mansion and many hectares of land for more cotton. Dina was surprised. The couple decided to bathe Cloudine again. Unfortunately, no water was left in the well. Dina had a brilliant idea. She suggested bathing the baby in the river. And so, Danilo agrees. When he dipped the baby's body in the water, in just a second, it turned into a river of cotton. The couple was so glad. Dina even jumped and dove at the cotton.


They called the rich man for a deal. As a result, they owned the massive mansion as well as a thousand hectares of land. The man used those cottons to make clothes, mattresses, cushions, and many other expensive items that only the wealthy could afford. Dina was not satisfied with the mansion or the land. She wanted to own the villages. She suggests it to Danilo, and he agrees. They find a place to bathe Cloudine. Because neither the well nor the river has water, they decided to bathe the baby in the sea.


As Danilo dipped the baby's body, in just a second, the water turned into a sea of cotton—a vast, huge sea of cotton. The couple were very happy about this. But they were just shocked when Cloudine spoke. "I thought you two had a good heart." I gave you everything you wanted, but you were not content. You were greedy; you did not know how to share your blessings with others. And with that, all you have possessed will go back to me. "I will give you nothing but sorrow." After saying these, the baby disappeared.


After a while, the cotton rose and floated in the air. The couple did nothing but cry. As they looked up, the cotton was now in the sky, floating and being scattered by the wind. None were left on the ground. There was no water in the sea, river, or well. All people come to thirst because of their greediness.


The people were very hungry and thirsty. There was no more food to eat or water to drink. Many had suffered and died. The couple realized what they had done and felt sorry for what had happened. They asked the people for their forgiveness and pleaded with their God to forgive their sins. After a while, it rained. The people found their hopes, their strength, and their happiness. They shouted in laughter. All had returned to normal.


The well has water, the river flows, and the sea has waves. The cotton above was the only thing that remained to remind the couple of what they had done. Later on, the cotton up there will shower its rain when the people are sad. And that cotton was named Cloud—in memory of baby Cloudine.


Written on October 30, 2010

New mown hay

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Memories of my High School Days
Before the morning sun could shower its first golden rays,
We were all awake, and we'd hustle to do our chores.
My brother and I would feed our cattle with our freshly mown hay.
My sister would prepare our meals. Then she'd clean the drawers, floors, and doors.

Before the clock struck seven, I was all prepared for school.
My father prepared his gathered tuba, which we would transport downtown.
Then we would walk a kilometer with gallons on both hands. It's never cool.
This daily routine often makes me feel upset, and I always wear a frown.

Because of this, I always arrive at school late.
The good thing was that they never closed the gate.
As a consequence, our counselor obliged me to do the flag-raising ceremony alone.
Oh, and before I forget, I also had to gather some pebbles and stones.

Despite this, I was earnest about coming to every class.
Even if in a few minutes I came in last.
It didn't matter how often I mow the grass and cleaned the glasses,
As long as I am first place in all my classes.

When everyone's most awaited time arrived, vacation time!
My mother planned a picnic at that river near our grandpa's place.
We had plenty of food, including appetizers, veggies, and fruits. We all felt sublime.
From my once frowned upon look for not having classes, emerged a gleeful face.

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04/05/22
 
Love Flame

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My Heart Will Forever Burn For You

Our days fleeted in haste, now we're getting old.
Your pristine allure still lovely to behold.
Though our path may not be all traces of gold,
In future tales, our love will always be told.

In times when our days - clouded with sorrows,
I saw us rose and soared like lovely sparrows.
We had faced each billowing wind without fear
And we sometimes found ourselves drenched with our tears.

Your heart might grow arid - tired of loving me.
I will be here for you as I'll always be.
You might want to leave me. I will set you free
My love for you will stay, that I guarantee.

It will be a pain to see you bid adieu
My heart will forever, ever burn for you.

An contest entry towards "Search for a WDC HeartThrob Poet "

Prompt: Lyrical Sonnet containing the phrase "my heart burns for You."

Lyric poetry expresses personal emotions or thoughts of the speaker, just like the songs of today. Also, just like songs, lyric poems always have a musical quality, or a specific melody which makes it easy for you to sing along with. The term 'lyric poetry' actually comes from the ancient Greek word lyre, which refers to the instrument in that era that accompanied the reading of the lyric poem. Almost like the first version of a live concert.

One type of lyric poem is the sonnet. Overall, sonnets have 14 lines usually written in iambic pentameter, which is five pairs of stressed and unstressed syllables. This overall structure of predetermined syllables and rhyme makes sonnets flow off your tongue in a similar way that a song on the radio does.
 

 

Diverging road

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Life's Choices
In life, there are lots of choices that we will make.
Things must be carefully chosen because the future is at stake.
In every decision we make, in every choice we take,
May it be the best one and never a mistake.

For instance, we would come across a road split in twain.
We struggled to choose one, but we can't just complain.
The one that is covered with lush green, in years untrodden
Or to the other that's paved but long-winded and barren.

Same thing in love, when we're choosing someone
It comes the hardest when we're bound to choose one.
A person whom we love but whose love is unrequited.
Or a person who loves us more but we never feel delighted.

Sometimes we may think that life isn't fair.
Worry not, because we all have our share.

Written for: "April 30 Poem--Multiple choice"   in "Dew Drop Inn
Prompt: Multiple Choice(s)—create a poem that is somehow like a multiple choice test, OR turn this into another “free day” for our last day of April and write any poem of your choice, OR write multiple, short, linked poems…like the sidewalk poems!


14 lines | 139 words | 747 characters
 
Move On

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Moving On
Unloving someone isn't an easy thing to do.
All those treasured memories, you have to let go.
It's like letting a bird flee out of its cage.
And like effacing your love notes from each page.

First, you need to learn to forgive and forget.
From the very start—the day you first met
All the things you've shared, be that good or bad,
Forget all the happy and sad moments you've had.

Delete all the photos that you dearly treasure.
I know it's painful, but you have to endure.
Quit your habit of stalking him on his Facebook page.
And let everything burst out in one victorious rage.

All those heartbreaking songs, if you're ready to hear
Without feeling the pain and not shedding a single tear,
When you already wear a smile and have trimmed your hair,
Are marks that you've moved on from your saddest affair.

Written for: "April 29 Poem--Directions to...?"   in "Dew Drop Inn
Prompt: Directions—Tell us how to get somewhere (a real “destination” that might or might not be a real place, or might be an emotional place, etc.)


16 lines | 148 words | 812 characters
04/2/22 11:27pm EDT
 

 

Hardworking father

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My Parent's Hard Work
It's been nearly four decades since
Toiling soil on the field
You work tediously to yield
Provisions for our daily needs.

You scaffold each beam with tenacity.
You're the sturdy foundation.
The strong, unbreakable post
Of our glorious home.

While our mother shed to us
Her incessant shining light
Our torch that brightens our way
As we traverse the dark side of life.

Your wrinkled face marks
Your struggles and sacrifices are enormous.
Your sinews may already be weak.
But you pursued and persevered.

Life is a continuous battle.
You take the hard blows
To let us appear victorious
In our chosen endeavors.

Father, mother, you are the heroes
In all of our glorious tales.
Because of your hard work
We've reached our woven dreams.

Now you both rest and savor the fruit
Of your great deeds and tireless labor
As we continue, what's left undone
And take over the blows for a better life.


Written for: "April 28 Poem: Hard work"   in "Dew Drop Inn
Prompt: Hard work—write a poem about any kind of hard labor (physical, mental, emotional, etc.) you have done or observed


28 lines | 155 words | 893 characters
04/28/22 09:05pm EDT
 

 

Love and Hate

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Love and Hate
Love
Is not
Blind as it
Opens the eyes
of both lovers to
The realities and make
Them succumb to each other's
Flaws, mistakes, and imperfections
By embracing it with all their hearts
And slowly find a way to make amends.
Yet most of the times, having too much love
Tantamount to being possessive
That often strangles the other
Partner and lead her find ways
To flee from your choking
Grip and that in turn
Will bring sorrow,
Sadness, grief,
Pain, and
Hate

Prompt: “Define” or “explain” something difficult, like a feeling or abstract concept…
Poetry Form: Double Etheree

20 lines | 83 words | 456 characters
04/27/22 08:01pm EDT
Taurus

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Born a Taurean
Who among you knew I was born a Taurean?
In the glorious month of May,
Zodiac signs could be a whimsical notion.
But I believe it somehow, someway.

Taurus is the second sign in astrology.
Governing the months of mid-April to May
Represented by a bull - is it the bully?
Not at all, listen not to what they say.

Google says we have a regal quality.
We are graceful and diligent laborers.
Despite his obstinate personality,
But very dependable and good listeners.

Taureans are said to be very intelligent.
Understanding and very hardworking.
But way too lazy to be consistent.
And are imbalanced in various things.

We are known for our kindness and honesty.
To our friends and loved ones, we're great loyalists.
But what holds us back is our jealousy.
And we have run too far to be perfectionists.

There's one more thing that you need to know.
Taureans are fated to the orderly Virgos.
Their loyal best friends are the opposing Scorpios.
Even if they are often found in a ceaseless imbroglio.

There are lots of weaknesses a Taurus may possess.
But not enough to overshadow his best traits.
Take time to get to know a Taurean and you'll be impressed.
At his own great ways that none can dictate.

Prompt: Astrology or tarot—let a tarot card or astrological sign inspire a poem

28 lines | 212 words | 1,198 characters
04/24/22 01:33am EDT
 
Yesterday

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Yesterday
It doesn't appear to have been a long time ago.
When we're still young and still don't know
That love has already taken its place.
Back in the glorious young days

Now that we grow older with time,
We can't just think of things sublime
We also have to taste a pint of sorrow.
And take a glimpse of the morrow.

Things changed quickly as we grow.
We were only going lazily with the flow.
Ignored all great deeds we once had,
And often do things that are bad.

It was just like yesterday.
We thought this feeling an easy game to play.
But pain came in all of a sudden.
And it's only me who suffered the burden.

How I long to live like yesterday.
But I have to live for today.
Be it happy or full of sorrows
'Cause that's what makes a better tomorrow.

Written for: "April 25 Poem--particular piece of music" in "Dew Drop Inn"
Prompt: Music—write a(nother) poem in response to a particular song or larger musical work (or, alternatively, to a jukebox situation connected to “drunken barroom layabouts” to quote Harlow Flick)
Song choice: Yesterday by The Beatles

20 lines | 147 words | 749 characters
04/25/22 09:07pm EDT

 



"Yesterday"

The Beatles


Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong.
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong.
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm.
Vengeance is not ours

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Vengeance is Not Ours
         "Vengeance is not our's, it's God's"
         ~ Patricia Latay Bernabe


In times past, he trod along a glorious track.
Fiends sought out his flaws in order to detract
And tamper his great deeds with things he lack.
They held him as the culprit, and he was taken aback.

Everything he did was sordid in their eyes.
Their candid statements, their stares that fry,
They even judged him for doing nothing.
His friends are foxes in sheep's clothing.

The ones who laughed loudly at most of his jokes,
Were the ones who laughed louder while pulling his yoke.
They're the best at finding all his faults.
Spreading hearsay and throwing insults.

He wished that he could still courageously bear
Their bullies and mockeries are right here and there.
He sought revenge while he was still alive.
And putting it all in his hands, he contrived.

Then came his conscience, speaking loudly in his head.
Don't be wary self, keep praying instead.
"Vengeance is not ours", neither mine nor yours to give,
But comes a time they'll get what they deserve.

Written for: "April 24 Poem--quoted text"   in "Dew Drop Inn
Prompt: Text—use a short quotation in your poem, imbedded or as epigraph

20 lines | 168 words | 962 characters
04/24/22 09:26am EDT