Fireman

The fire in your eyes
Burning me eternally.
Can I douse your flames?

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*Picture from http://www.ijs365.org.in/ENGLISH/originals_images/fire.jpg

Promises

Sealed words, spoken oaths,
Whispers in a moonlit cold,
Forgotten what's told.

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*Picture from http://utopiankitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/snow.jpg

Smacked

I have been betrayed
By my lover's rosy lips,
It tasted others.


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* Picture fromhttp://blog.lifesip.com/images/kiss-6.jpg

Desert's Flower (1st Place) by Dianne Pedroso

 This excellent poem really took my breath away!!! Great work Dianne!


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Desert's Flower

I seek not pity but to see beyond the physical
that I am not less a being to be incomplete,
I know I live to write the world but am out of pens,
not because i have none but have no means to hold them.

Indeed i cannot cover my eyes from the blinding sun,
or can i play the piano when my heart yearns for a lullaby,
neither can i touch the morning dew from blooming flowers
or tear the walls of reality and the edges of my dreams.

Fingers i never had,
chances that always pass.
But there is more than empty hands and a wishful heart yet to be seen-
dreams that lie unwithered in the midst of despair.

For better it is to do mighty things,
even though checkered with failure
than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much or suffer much,
Because they lie in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

And he that strives to touch the stars
oft stumbles at a straw,
ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
or what's a heaven for?

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*Picture from http://somethinggraphic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/600_06-desert_flower.jpg

The Storm is Almost Over

If you've read my previous post then this will definitely make sense to you, but if you haven't- I suggest you take a few moments to read it so that you'll not screw up understanding this. Okay?

To my dear Seven Followers and to those who habitually or "when their online" visitors , I'd like to announce that finally I was able to have a good night sleep last night-that was after a long soak at the tub. I won't say that there won't be problems later with regards to my clients checking in with inadequate rooms (my fault), but the feeling that I'm not alone in this made me a whole lot better. Thanks to all the Operations staff at the Hotel where I work in. You've made me feel like this was really a part of being a member of the Hospitality Industry, that this is all worth it if we/I learn from it. I honestly did!

I have realized that sometimes the very people you think who will always be there for you will not be there when you need them the most. And it is with the people you least expect it that you find comfort, understanding and  acceptance that will enable you to face the monster you have created unconsciously with tears-in-your-eyes-bravado.

If by chance you've met people like them, believe me, treasure them. Because in my case, for the lowest point in my career so far, they were there helping, protecting, and guiding me. They were like mother hens. My mother hens. I was their baby chick.

But for those who left you hanging and helpless, those who made you feel alone, still be nice to them. Do not shun them. How many times have we done the same thing? I don't know-but we have done it in one point or another.

Of course. I prayed that God help me on this. He did.

The Storm is almost over, I can almost see the shore.

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*Picture from http://www.bigfoto.com/miscellaneous/photos-03/boat-lake-9ir.jpg

Humongous-ly Stresses Out

On my way to work, students walk by like ants-oblivious to everything but their destination, unmindful of those they pass. The sun is up and its rays are giving hope to every one after last night's rainfall-every one except the solitary person who hasn't slept for two nights, with slumped shoulders and a tired face, waiting for the ominous bus, with tons of people, cutting through traffic like Charon delivering dead souls in the Underworld.

I have now forgotten how does it feel to walk through the start of the day, on your way to school, after multiple bus and jeepney rides then see and not care about other people walking by- see and not care about a solitary person who hasn't slept for two nights, with slumped shoulders and a tired face-  one of the many faces there is. I'm one of that faces, I haven't slept for two nights, my shoulders are slumped, my face is very very tired. I am TIRED. Do the students I pass by in their too-busy-to-care lives, take a moment to pause, and wonder if I'm alright? I would not know, because I have forgotten, and like ants, their oblivious to everything but their destination, unmindful of those they pass. I was once one of them. And it now seems a very long time ago
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*Picture from http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR8dKL3XDN8/SxL_BWehnCI/AAAAAAAAEz8/4V_H8hGNS7o/s320/man+crying.jpg

I Had A Dream by Glen Lagunsad (2nd place)

Thank you for sending your poem Glen! I was really surprised with your work! Good job!

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I Had A Dream

Once I had a dream, a dream that seem so far,
An image where everything is high so as the star.
And even a single touch wont budge into my mind,
That I can ever hold it, reach and then find.
Until this little statement come over from thee,
"If it's going to be, it's up to me."

From then I realized that life is a choice,
Where you are the creator from the inner voice.
Therefore I changed from nothing and less
Into a better and directed Benz.
Holding this statement I believed my chance,
"Always strive for excellence."

I finished secondary holding all these things,
Keeping them valuable as golden rings.
But I found out that it was still inadequate
To set a goal and just go on straight.
I whisper, "managing should not be alone,
Get out of your comfort zone!"

So when I entered college, I was used to this
Making things happen and taking the risks.
I learned to work with others in at best
And helping them to leave their nest.
Learning alone is not we deserve
As we were used to "Love Serves."

Seeing myself now in the final year
Where in my career is nearly endear
Changes my horizon on how life is
And letting me realize that it is not ease.
What matters most is not the money
But the life you spent with integrity.

To sum up, everything was change
From slow paced into a rapid range
That once I had nothing but just being broke
And due to this group, I became soak.
So why contented to just follow the stream
If there is something you can be more, If you only had a dream.

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*Picture from http://www.artmuffin.com/grfx/grfxoart/full/lucidreaming.jpg

Rain

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The skies cried and the clouds wept

Thunder roared, scaring the trees,

Wind blew and scattered the tears

Drowning the would have beens

Killing butterflies dreams.

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*Picture from http://matthainesphotography.com/photoblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/fujira-014.jpg

Reaching Out

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Your hand are like rolling hills

Mine like cracked up lands,

The first effervescent with life

The second holding onto the other.

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*Picture from http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/16/1647/YUEGD00Z.jpg

Human Ant by Rhea Delavin (3rd Place)

 Congrats Rhea! Good work!!! Feel free to join next contests. =)

Please wait for your book prize.

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Human Ant

I saw a line of ants marching on the sand,

My mischievous mind said I should block

their path through my hand.

They became confused,

Their minds were seemingly scattered.

They should find a way, so that they cannot be bothered.

One of them walked up and

over the top of my hand.

I felt a pang!

This ant bit me so grand!

I took my revenge.

I replaced my hand with a small stone.

Some tried to walk uphill again, but the struggle was shown.

Others did not stop until they went around and found their way out.

A blink of an eye passed.

The once disturbed path has been retraced with ease.

I was stunned and my heartbeat increased.

Epiphany covered me like a blanket of light!

So bright that it can make me so blind!

Humans should be ants.

Persistent.

Determined.

Relentless.

Whatever obstacles that we will face in our path,

KEEP GOING.

However hard the fight that we’re giving,

BE STRONG.

Life might seem cruel to us but,

DON’T GIVE UP.

If we think that we messed up,

LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES.

Know your destination.

It will be soon realized.

People who have unwavering persistence

finally see their dreams come true.

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Picture from http://freshread.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/ants-3.jpg

Feeling the Presence

When was the last time I saw you?
Last month?
Last week?
Yesterday?
Early this morning?
All true.

I saw you physically a month ago.
Lopsided Smiling.
With stars twinkling in your eyes.
Full of mischief in your body.

I thought about you last week.
When you were eating dinner without me.
Drowning in the the solitary silence.
I was there when you almost choked.

I pass by you yesterday.
On my way to work.
You were there also beside me in the bus.
Silent but present.

I caught a glimpse of you when I woke up.
I can almost bet you woke me up.
The distinct smell of your cologne lingered,
Rendering me immobile,distraught.

I closed my eyes,
And there you were.
Killing me with a grin.
Killing me nonetheless.

Bodies of Water

I cried like waterfalls gushing down the steep,
Bringing with it all the good and the bad of the land,
Raging against aged rocks and drift woods,
Passing by people along the banks,
Craving in to the pull of the earth.
Surrendering to love I feel for that water down.
I sprayed the air with my kisses.
And when finally I felt myself becoming one with the river,
The memory of my struggles uphill vanished.
I cannot figure out anymore where my body starts and stops.
But with the rivers every flow I feel myself doing the same.
The journey to heaven will feature us both.
I never realized that all along I am the waterfalls and the river,
The same way that the river is the waterfalls too.
This time I smiled like only two bodies could.

Pink Star

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They shine as bright and at times brighter.

Fulfilling the destiny that chose them first-not the other way around.

Struggling to continue glowing when others are dim.

Twinkling with honest light and brave soul,

Defying others lore.

When you look at the sky above,

During the dark spell of the night,

It will be there giggling with friends.

Lightening and warming the bleak shadow of dead Suns.

Maneuvering galaxies who seem not to understand

That your worth is not based on the color of your light

But with the lives you've changed because you decided to shine.

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*Picture from http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/oao_photos/reply-00000028820.gif

I'm Missing You

This is for you. You know who you are. =)
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I'm missing you.
Not in the past
And not in the future.
I miss you now.
But now spans all the time.
And that is another way of saying,
That I miss you all the time.
I know this is crazy.
But what is not?
I miss you.
I hope missing you is enough
For you to miss me too.
I wish that wherever you are
The wind will tell you that it is you I long for.
It is you I think about before I sleep.
But when the time comes you make a fool out of me.
Start praying to your god so that your life will be spared.
Now,this is the new "I miss you!"

Twisted Love Affair

This was inspired by a real twisted (sad) love affair. It's not mine. And I don't want it be.

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I kissed you.
You kissed me.
She kissed you.
You kissed her.
Does it mean I kissed her to?

I love you.
You told me you love me too.
She loves you.
You tell her you love her too.
Does it mean we love each other too?

Countless swigs of vodka left me numb,
Clouding all thoughts and reason I followed.
The very reason and the very thought that lead me to vodka,
And here I am lost with the sneering circle I created.
With bloodshot eyes and a now cruel mouth
I dissected Life the way butchers kill grass grazers.
Murderous,guiltless and yet surprisingly with tears.
The reason for the tears, I do not know.
Then, I vomit, my body undergoing a vodka induced catharsis.
I let it all out-the pain,regrets,frustrations and fears.
And God help me that I don't eat back what I puked.

I don't know how to count sheeps.
But I'm adept in creating them.
Numbers confuse me
But I can make them jump and roll
With my words that I can't count.
I don't know where to look for shepherds,

So I used my pen to make one.
And before I knew it I was already trading wool.
All because I can't count sheeps.
All with words I can't count.

Why is it that somewhere somehow
A face beckons you to look.
Not once, twice nor thrice.
But a lot of times.
Waking inside you emotions
You thought stopped existing.
Reminding you that under the
Hard layers of cynicism
The person who believed in
Love at first sights and happy endings
Still struggles to exist.
But for the last time you decided
To look once again.
And the face wasn't there.
You ask yourself if you were just
Hallucinating or if it was really real?
Not being sure of your answer
Your face did what it does best.
Hardening it's contours again.
Unreadable,inscrutable.
More cynical than before.

I sleep with my eyes open
Oblivious to the fuzzy whir of the world.
I walk with my eyes closed.
Bumping into other people's sorrows.
I sing with my lips shut
Voicing heartaches I once kissed.
I pray with my hands writing
Passing on the life that I was given.
I love like there's no tomorrow
Fearing I'll go into slumber and not wake up.

Street

The incessant noise unnerves me

for I am raised to enjoy peace.

I'm out of place amidst all the

squacking and purring of people

I don't know.

And I don't know a lot.

Honking cars disrupt the little peace

I have left.

Making me regret stepping 

out of the house.

Where all things bow to me.

Everything pleases my eyes

and my ears the way 

my stepping out of my house

did not.

I feel drowned by all the busy-ness

around me. 

I feel weak and nauseous. 

Then, I saw black

And I can't hear anything.

During that fleeting moment

I felt euphoria.

Cafe Creation

I wrote this while I was having coffee in Coffee Bean. =)

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You are my consciousness,
My bitter elixir.
The reason why my clock still ticks
Lending me strength and vigor
-even for a while.

I flourish in wakefulness
When time seems in a tether
Urging my soul to speak
Resisting usurping rigors
-just to see that smile.

BIG THANKS TO ADF POETS/SCHOLARS!!!

Good morning scholars!!! Thank you for submitting your poem entries. I'm now in the process of evaluating them. Hopefully, next time more will send their works and participate. So while you wait for results please feel free ro browse through my posts and leave comments. You can also suggest future contests we can try here.


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If you are have been visiting my blog every once in a while you'll notice that most of them are poems I've created recently-and I haven't written anything for quite some time now (busy with work).

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