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Best Poems Written by Hemarcs Osoteo

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Big Fish

By the grace of above you came, humbly came in my aim.
Shock I am as you came, I defy everything that the above bring in.
Even storms from the angel I never gave in, just to get away with Him.

Rotten clothes from the storm I warp me in, expecting for the cold to be drift apart from me,
Yet holes I never saw gave chilling cold to my bone.
Due to my pride, walking chin up was my game, even though my bones are fractured in.

Eating the smell from the restaurant where I just pass by, gave me strength to continue the game.
Yet growling bigger my stomach I have, catching every scent from the resto was my only food for the game.
I suddenly pass an old maiden by the street, eating bread and butter from another poor man’s bin.
She held it to me with a soft smile from ear to ear, yet I refuse for I now this is just a temptation for me to fall in.

As the sun bids goodnight to the light of evening sky, cold wind blew into the street of the place I call home. To His might, it rain, pouring heavy as if waving goodbye to His prodigal son.

I am definitely tired, tired for the day and even for the night, I want to cry under the crying sky hoping for it will not be of sight.
Then the old maiden came, bringing umbrella of gold and silver to where I stand. “Take this young boy, I know you need it more than I do” I want to refuse but before I do, just like the wind blew she fly away from where I stand.

To my deepest heart I cry, calling His name I try not to mind, “Oh Lord, forgive me I pray” the only words that came out to mine. Then the rain poured harder as it may, washing every dirt from the street I live in.

Then bright light came to me, as I kneel down to where I stand, to my sight I thought it was His blessing but it was just a car passing. To my knees I never stand hoping this light will illuminate the darkest part of mine. And so it does, the car passing has a blessing, sparing me from the bigger tires to hit me.

I thought for a while, I am blessed beyond what I did, ignoring and defying what the above bring and giving in.

And so I know, its time for me to go, go far not from Him.

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Coc - Close,Open and Close

A storm breaks the window of the things that are unseen.
A gush of wind blew into the open pane, a moment to think if it’s a blessing or a pain. Then cold hydrogen and oxygen sprinkled and touch my irritated skin, thinking of how this would bring a change to my everyday living.
 
The broken pieces were shattered on the floor where my soul rest, then a blood spill from within. I can’t imagine, I can’t explain, I can’t even spit a word to describe this pain.
 
A sight from the inside with bloodshot eyes, I’ve noticed this place for quite a while. A place where broken pieces of mine lived and stored for the longest time.
 
The smell of it one can understand, rotten feelings don’t differ from sins that we have done.
 
I try to shut the open pane with my might, hoping for the sun to rise so it can be sight. Scars from the pieces in my hand, I try not to mind. Yet as I push myself further to shut it, I notice blood still spilling from the inside. I may not totally shut it, but I can if I want to.
 
Close from the start, ‘twas open from the inside, yet I still, will and do to close it beyond the hurt I have from the inside and praying to forget the storm that once break the window of the inside.

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Pragmatic Evolution: Love and Pain

Wandering wind unlock me
Through the ages I forgot to count in
For it never came to me
The longest time that forever seems to be right all the time.

Whispering wind caresses my soul
I hear knocking right outside the door
Then wind came in to my post
I suddenly feel ecstatic joy rushing to my core.

Flow me to the river of unknown
Just hold me and never let me go
Touch my hand and wrap me in
For your love will keep me warm, safe and sound within.

But…
As the wind came in
Dark and heavy with shattering as it came
I almost faint yet I try not to fall in.

I dream of this ecstatic feeling I can’t explain
Then why does it bring heavy dark clouds to mine
I dream of this with butterflies and dancing grass from the meadow
Then why does it came shattering everything that I care somehow.

Flow me to the river of unknown
Just hold me and never let me go
Touch my hand and wrap me in
For your love will keep me warm, safe and sound within.

Should I be thankful of this?
Should I curse myself dreaming of this?
Should I face this with boldness and strength?
Or, should I just fall to its trap and let these clouds burry me in forever?

Great choices I made
To just flow from its dark and heavy shattering coming
Yet from time to time
I ask myself, why in the world love came with pain and pain with love?

Flow me to the river of unknown
Just hold me and never let me go
Touch my hand and wrap me in
For your love will keep me warm, safe and sound within.

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Pamilya

You consider us not just employees but treat us like your children.
You lead us like fathers do and console us like mothers too.

For so long you are here and it will be forever,
You will be in every muscle that pumps blood and was touched by your effort to make peace for everyone.

Yes we know, you admit of not being right nor being perfect
But you are just and weigh everything before making a move.

When parting came, you only said its for the better.
Crying inside was all we can do, to hide our pain and to show firmly our support to you.

You will be remembered in many ways,
For us, we will just miss you more than anything else.

Just remember, that we are FAMILY.
And family supports each other.
We pray for your safety, happiness and if there are things that happen that you need of help, you know lines will always be open.

Thank thee to God that our paths crossed,
Thank thee to God that he let you stay, console us, lead us and treat us as one of your child.

Just like from the movie: Family means nobody is forgotten nor left behind.

Sukran!
Diyos ti agngina kenkuam!
Salamat!
Gracias!
Thank you!

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Third World Jolly-Days

Bells are ringing, bells are ringing
Singing children from every pave I walked in

Merry chilling wind embracing every eyes of people walking in
To the melody of sweet merry singing Christmas children

Tis season of joy and laugh
Tis season of gifts and sharing love

One may say ‘tis beautiful day
One may dream of reality that nothing is more precious than a gift of not material things

A shared love would be great
For people who has nothing instead of breathing

Holidays are busiest among the rest
And people tend to forget the meaning of this mentioned Holi-celbration thing

Christmas are bells of ringing from children singing
Singing songs of joy even though they have nothing

Showing smiles from ear to ear
With bright eyes saying its time of merry giving and undoubtedly joyous celebrating

Giving off sharing off
Not material but from every heart of people hearing those children singing.

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Chronic Disease

Oh sing to me once more
The melodious tune of breeze
Thru glass of tormented soul
I feel the shout they bore.

Thus whisper to me once more
The beauty of the world I live
Thru crystal words you might to utter
I feel those light touch my wrinkled skin.

Oh caress me once more
The happiness that we build
Thru the sand of times that will never stop
I feel the grain of every giggles made by children in the sand.

Thus embrace me once more
The smell of the wind from green meadow we used to play
Thru the soft tickling grass we step in
I feel the moment we first laid our eyes within.

Oh it hurts me much to see 
That I will be leaving you hanging, lurking alone in time
But I pray that the sun will shine to you
And illuminate you in every dark spots you have.
Oh pray me once more
The subtleness of your voice
Thru the room I lay my soul
I feel the empathy and sincere blow of words your lips slip.

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Today Will Never Be Same As Yesterday

‘Twas a day that no one is there
‘Twas a day to continue its mourn of yesterday.

Silence reveals itself in a more accord way
Came in a loud quietness and slaps its way to my day.

Calm as I want to be, yet disturb when it came
Shouting words I never spit was all I can do to the tune of whistling meadow in my nearby door.

To it, it came
Tearing every hope I have to continue a day.

People ask me of how I feel,
Do I have a problem or anything to share

Silent as I am and paint a smile
Just to exclude myself to explain the real mystery of my day-to-day.

Creating a facade of merry and gay
Is now transformed to weary and gray.

How can I be strong?
if all I am doing is writing poem?

How can I catch the bow and be the archer to shoot its arrow?
If I can’t hold myself and stand firm to what I believe.

I know I can still walk for a day
A couple of days I can say.

Beyond the horizon of where I traverse
I know I can be okay

I just need to pause,
Kneel and PRAY.

Best Poems Written by Hemarcs Osoteo

Stress

For Everyday

Take Time

Big Fish

Coc - Close,Open and Close

Pragmatic Evolution: Love and Pain

Pamilya

Third World Jolly-Days

Chronic Disease

Today Will Never Be Same As Yesterday