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Hernor De Asis Poem
A space with no end,
bruise that doesn’t mend.
Like cheap spirit,
filling the bottom pit.
A lover’s cry.
Tears run dry.
That’s Heartache,
As love’s fake!
Waiting for the scythe of time,
To whip this unknown crime.
Innocent as charge,
But suspect at large.
In the end people forget
When you faced defeat.
Lost in void,
A magicless druid.
Prisoned in the past.
Soulmates that never last.
Present is the witness,
that alone is a mess.
Looking back is unjust,
And the die is cast.
There’s no going back.
Just try another luck.
So let’s move on.
Healing will be soon.
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2019
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An answered prayer for those opportunists,
Stealing valued objects on their lists!
To make money out of what’s left and danger,
The goal of every human-scavenger!
Fire shocked the town’s men,
They run on errands from here and then,
Evil counts from one to ten,
Oh, my! What a mortal sin!
Inferno devours most abode,
As enforcers having insufficient load.
Basin’s empty, that’s what the gossips tell!
Hey, that’s an interesting story to sell.
Witnesses have their posed for FB cover
Looking proud and exclaimed,“I was there!”
Flame won over peoples’ hopes!
Since they keep on saving forks and scoops!
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2019
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This poetry is inspired by the NCoV (Novel Coronavirus) pandemic.
No bell can buy a rose
By SirKnor
I need a rose as my mom is sick.
Her body is really weak.
A rose can cheer her up,
And a tea in her favorite cup.
But roses are getting expensive lately.
Where can i find and have it for free?
As my mom is now pale,
I need to rush and make her well.
When I went to the park ,
I saw a flower shop hidden in the dark;
Yet flowers were not on sale,
And it's not free for a poor male.
I only have this rusty bell given by my late dad
But the owner refused and got mad:
Oh Boy! No bell can buy a rose!
With a loud bang, the store is closed.
It's late, and still no flower in my hands.
I want her happiness, so I risk this chance.
With desperation, i made a rose out of paper.
I know it isn't enough; I wish she won't suffer.
"Mom", I called. "Here's the rose I promise."
I got no response, so I gave her a kiss.
Her cheeks are cold with a beatless heart.
I cried as I was too late to do my part.
The next day we are all at the church.
I move slowly, I can't even march.
Then the parish bells echoed in every corner;
And I saw all the flowers beside her bier!
I remember what the store owner said.
I realize that roses are free when you are dead!
It's true that no bell can buy a rose;
As it's given when you rest at the cross.
(End)
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2020
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Psyche might be confused
Why Cupid’s arrows no use?
On her, it was just a stick
As true love is not a magic trick.
Delilah must be hooked
Not on Samson's look!
But on his strength by his hair,
Then love is not clear.
Romeo died for nothing
When Juliet faked the dying
It might be destiny's game,
Their fate was such a lame.
Apollo’s in a one-sided affair,
As hatred became his pair.
Poor Daphne she was fooled,
By a lead that struck her heart of gold.
Clueless as it seems,
But true love is unread’s dreams!
Like a tattoo of the man’s skin,
It’s pretty, but the pain’s unseen.
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2019
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It's a bottomless hollow.
No ending.
It is free falling.
A gravity in sorrow.
Ambrosia can't satisfy
the tyrant’s hunger
of expanding its lair;
Laws, his greatest adversary.
A man on the pedestal.
Alone but he has the world.
The emptiness there is; so is cold.
Discontentment is an autumnal petal.
Satiate, people pray!
Bless thy gifts,
Uttered by Judas's lips.
Like his kiss, a dirt; a clay.
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2020
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