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Details | Imagism | |

FALL IN LOVE WITH THE PHILIPPINES

Fall in love with the Philippines...
Pearl of the orient seas..
Known with its lustrous green forests..
Famous of it's soft to white beaches..

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Hospitable and respectable persons..
Lots olf activities to choose from..
Mountain climbing, camping, diving, surfing..
Choose, try and actively explore...

Fall in love with the Philippines..
Seemingly poor yet so rich in history..
All around you will see white to bronze colored Pinoys..
Nurtured by values and of traditions...

Fall in love with the Philippines..


11/3/2013
9:05pm


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


Details | Sonnet | |

My Friesland

I've come at last, my Friesland;
I'll never leave again,
But watch the budding trees stand
Above the grassy plain.

From the smallest little flow'rs that grow,
To the tallest steeple's rise,
You're the fairest country that I know
Beneath the bluest skies.

Everywhere I walk, I see,
My memories are true;
The people smiling back at me,
Their eyes are sparkling too.

From Bolsward down toward Heerenveen,
The dearest land I've seen;
What shame I nearly left for good,
When I was but fifteen.

I've come at last, my Friesland;
My wand'ring I resign:
Oh, sprawling, comely sealand,
What joy to call you mine!


{Form begins as a sonnet and continues as quatrain.}


Details | I do not know? | |

Flirting with disaster

A life and a nation much like a flame 
When young burns bright 
Only to grow old and fade in the night. 

Especially when that wind is blowing right 
Too quick with the energy to take a life
Don't sleep that potential is much alive.

Drill those facts  into their brains now!
Forever embers are remembered vividly.                                                       
Fear is motivation but caution is the key.
                                                                                                                    Knowing right from wrong.                                                                                     as kids we were trained proud
Why fix what's not broke like tradition worlds plagued now.

While the concept of peace gets no love.      
Prioritizing war is in order 
Home of the brave lost my faith 
Are nations front line just got shorter.

These are my thoughts now certain I'm stuck in my ways 
One nation under god? 
I thought the whole world prays? 

Our nations flame that once burned bright 
Is now starting to flicker                                                                                Enough resources to share 
With are greed they went quicker. 

So how does it end? 
Eventually every flame does go out
It doesn't help that were blowing 
Until oops we burned out