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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
A Geek philosopher named Democritus
With his companion Leucippus
Believed matter is made up of tiny particles.
It is hardly noticeable.
At the turn of the 19th century
Dalton’s atomic Theory progressed Chemistry.
Supporting many important laws governing chemical changes,
Answering the many questions and mazes.
John Newlands made the Law of Octave,
But could never be a perfect octet.
Only a light in the obscure mind,
That could never be declined.
Many made changes in this table
But could never be settled,
Sooner perfected to perfection,
Later in admiration.
Realization for the Scientist,
Knowing the elements for the students,
Imparting knowledge to our minds,
It is unique and one of a kind.
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2018
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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
I’ve been here waiting for your breath to come.
Still, I would have move and forget the ruin,
By then you’d say I’m just a fool and Idiot to some.
Please, I already beg the Great land of the Bruin,
To receive this transmission from a far,
Neglect not this for it’s my soul you mock.
My poppet I beg and bleed for this to par,
Will you now take my empathy and unlock?
Touch the layer that breaks so you can see,
My depth is that you toyed and ache.
Search my soul for it holds an empty sea.
Lay your hand on me and take.
Whatever you say or do I miss.
The trace of you left behind I tart.
No matter how dark or painful I search in this Abyss,
I will never leave you my poppet for we will never be apart.
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2008
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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
I, as always stare at the hopeless realities of love,
Looking at the vague picture of her, full of beauty and so impracticable to bear.
Contemplating daily praises to my dove,
As if she was mine to declare.
I know too well of her but only to the extent of an admirer.
Watching every step she makes.
Even the most drastic encounter with her lover.
Though she never sings a hymn that takes.
I continue to protect her as if she was mine,
Cleaning every mess she makes.
She’s always in my mind.
I don’t care of the many fallacies that breaks.
I’m infatuated with her style,
But when I heed to someone I don’t intend to wound.
The least I could do is to tile,
But the greatest is to be your fan and that I could.
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2009
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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
I used to wonder why there isn’t a star in the sky.
Pondering on the interstellar ado
Staring endlessly at the blank cosmos.
I searched for an answer.
I look up and far for my star
Unknown to me the answer had come
I was able to see my star
The star that would shine for me
As days passed, I quietly found an answer
I waste no time to pass
I seemly had a riposte.
I quickly held her hand.
I know why the stars reside
Coz they know you are the brightest
At this canopy I wrote an emblem of my love
I gave to you
This forlorn world might be dark
And even when things are undone
Always remember why I love you
For all eternity you will always be my star.
(This is for you my love Sarrah)
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2008
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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
With a blink of eye the color is black and white.
The silver screen has led us into their mendacity
We’re stuck in this piece that they write,
So much so that all believe in the fallacy
We choose to echo their ways,
Covering our obscurity so that we can show
But no matter what we do, we’ll soon come out of our bays,
Our exclusiveness makes us glow.
Our curiosity brought us to the unreal
Thou its use was to give us amity,
Look for they have brought us to their ordeal,
Now the world has seen the calamity.
As we gaze into the whiter side
Our hopes of knowledge is at hand
We no longer wait for the tide
It comes and goes with a trace of land
This can’t be called a problem
For it has given us more and prospered humanity
But everything has a consequence in them
Remember its cause, long live unity.
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2008
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Joseph Loren Tavera Poem
In this bright array of light
I see myself shy,
I allow my fears to fright,
still In the dark sky.
From my agony of silence
I tried to hide what’s beneath,
surrounding myself with a fence,
I gasp to catch my breath.
You are the stellar breeze,
I felt this so fast,
you’ve taken me with ease,
I dazzle at this that it may last.
I’m hopping that you’d stay true
for I’ve waited so long,
I’ll never be blue,
I know that we belong.
Copyright © Joseph Loren Tavera | Year Posted 2008
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