You've given me
a piece of your soul
inside a sunken brown envelope
written handle with care
as if I was born heavy-handed.
my soul once more
in its caravan
on a mountain slope
stooped by a bulky backpack.
It's good you've frozen
that portion of my long journey
I could have missed the sun
just because I stooped too low
that I could only see my heavy footsteps.
I've always known
when I unwrap your love
with my crystal-pure letter opener
I've trapped a powerful force
that allows me to forge ahead
with its timely smiles.
what I just received
is static showcase of a dynamic love!
NOW I KNOW
Now I know
you covered yourself
in coming to me
for I was too green
to know myself
that outgrows my form.
I am sorry
if I hated anything
that didn't speak
my unfulfilled language
though what it attempted
was to enrich it and my world.
You spoke my language
and maneuvered me
to my inner heart.
How could I resist
strangely familiar footprints
to a wide lawn home
in the dark smoke
of my activities.
Could it be
That my footprints
Have lead me
To meet and see you as beautiful?
I could have seen you
any other else
If these noise
would have stopped crowding
about my sensitive ear.
Maybe I was formed
To see you as I do
And there's no way
To be otherwise.
Or if there is
It could be a slim probability
I could not wait
For time to unwrap
Your true worth
For I have my heart
Filled with pregnant rose
And to wait a little longer
Would mean forever.
It could be
that you are an eclectic
that lighted my footprints
or, perhaps, watered them with tears.
in my case I chose you
and that's a footprint hard to erase!
In one clasps of our hands
Suddenly the murmurings
Are becoming warm and intense
As boldness left behind dumbness
As together now we sing melodious
Songs, caressing. kissing, and playfully dance
Till the wee hours which greatly inspired us.
Even the dawning sun it seems
It was kept at bay
And the stars twinkling and clapping
Witnessing how sweet we have shared
A blissful contrast of a newlyweds honeymooning
A balikbayan to waiting gentle hand
Though jittery they stood together to a
Now, shall we let it go
Vis a vis the doldrums
Of yesteryears which we didn't denied
After the high school years
Autographs, roses and chocolates
Were fads of the late 60's yet to a funny fan
Bestows to a man's erudite love for poetry.
The more it comes straight from the hearts
The constancy of exchange writings of messages and poems
Have become part of life's spontaneity
Even at the middle of the night, we are awaken
Laptops connected, phone conversation
Every little sweet words reverberating through!
Term: balikbayan: Overseas Filipino Worker
She is in her 59th summers, while he is in his 60th winters
The way they size up themselves
They are what “on” toward redeeming
And regaining each their respective separate lives before
To one lofty and solid momentum in their lives
If they are today an aged wine, they are the savor
They delve and sip on it to quench their dried lips
Their dried throats to their hearts’ contents
For they are still endowed in spirit, mind and heart!
Once more their paths crossed
Forty two years ago of gnawing, searching
And to a halt, they met again
Destiny, they believe in the making then
Finally they found themselves fulfilling
Lost paradise in a kubo (hut) at the back of a hill
Near a sand dune mountain near the China sea in the North.
A love never and never in their far fetched imagination
They cohabited and concocted this love story
Together they trek a new life with hope
A love never in their lives as separated and divorcees
Ignited a new love and a new, good and compatible relationship
That they alone knew.
Witnessing the romance are love birds in one nest
And bamboos swaying with joy acquiesced their longings
Together they drown themselves
And into high potion of endearment
They have not indulged into drugs like addicts
They were likened but this time
They are really HIGH..into LOVE.
Till the reawakening break of a new dawn
And beyond every pages of calendar
Their love will stay forever.
Dalila Agtani 1/5/2012
Entered in a contest
Tell Me a Story
Death chases Life to
Perfection through Death
I am inspired being loved
My poetry continue
Despite absence and longings
My heart throbs for you!
I need to stay
In a love cubicle, and
Love's innermost recesses
Where passion, joy and love rules!
LONGING TO SEE YOU
I’ve climbed patiently this far
Over the heap of piebald years
To have even a twinkling glimpse
Of your acclaimed effulgent face
A flitting moment to me bestowed
Enough to send my spirit leaping
Among the daisies in the morning sun
When time are short for squirt of joy.
At the height of celebrations
A couple inched their way out of the crowd
It was near midnight
Away from the maddening and argus eyes of the people
They found their love nest
Behind the rocky shores
Holding hands together
As they sat embracing and kissing
At the callous virgin sand,
No one could prevent them,
This very opportune time a feeling
Borne out of love and trust,
Before the dawning of another day
They sip the nectar of love,
Like crazy and bountiful love yet beautiful
Yes, it was founded with pureness
Answering its call…. A boom out
Dalila G Agtani 10/8/11
Entered in PS contest
12/1/2011 12:00:00 AM Soup Contest
She is the golden girl, Betty White
She states she has a two story house
For exercise she goes up and down
Hopefully she is not in a gown!
Coolest, wittiest lady, Betty White
She states, you want to be a toughie?
“Grow ******, they can take a pounding”
Her hilarious humor are outstanding!
Calming, quieting, relaxing
Mountains, parks, oceans, lakes
Breathtaking, mystifying, refreshing