Best Eighty Six Poems
Eighty-Six Thousand Four Hundred
Iye! Another day
And from the blink of sleep
From the cosset of sheets
The incessant alarm pulls my feet
Iye! Another day
And the sun has conveyed splintered shadows through the trees
To dapple my wits with the even darker
The broadside of purpose waking
Twenty-four hours for repeating
And strange it seems how beauty is lost
Not one single enterprise to change belief
The daily eating of my heart
Numb and chilled through emptiness
Iye! Another day
Born with a slit throat and choked deliverance
Hollow soul to hollow life
Witness to nothing but splintered moment
Silence
Desperate quiet unreachable silence
And so it seems this thin blood
This weak and paltry empathy for fate
This ritual of eighty-six thousand four hundred
Iye! Another day
For the isolation of movement to beckon
And batter its tide on my dreams
Only to transport another useless day
To its inevitable conclusion
I lay and shy with the predominant why
Why should I
For the courage and fortitude of ordinary people
Is but control to the denizens of the animal political
And my loneliness but a rumour to vacant ears
And in the eighty-six thousand four hundred
The speech of denial records that it has lost all faith in me
Iye! Another day
Another day to deserted hope
Another day of discarded love
Another day of futile intimacy
To pull me from my cocoon of sleep
And thirty one thousand five hundred and thirty six thousand
For us to keep
There are about 86 billion neurons in each human brain
Methinks there are far less in some, it's desolate terrain
But others like this piece of cheese
Can stun you with such ease
Even blow my own mind, I'm on a different “plane”
Devilish details;
Torn up jeans paired with
an 800 dollar custom ring,
It takes work to look this carefree.
He is an old man now
Eighty-six in 2022.
He has not aged a day though.
He is drawn the same, only better.
We recognize his red cape and red boots.
His shiny tight-fitting suit shows off his pecs.
He has the handsome squared jaw we have always seen.
And those blue eyes! Eighty-six, really Superman?
Every day has become a rerun.
Impervious to age is an untruth.
Glass is no longer half full.
Hasty decisions never turn out well.
Tough Old Bird will be my claim to fame.
Yesterdays garner most of my thoughts.
Sheltered in the arms of God.
Indolence was never my choice.
Xeroxing is replacing my memory.
Brother Felix Manalo
Was chosen to do God's will;
The people of the world saw
That his election was real.
The Lord God's last messenger
Came from the isles of the sea;
Called by the loving Father
To give Him praise and glory.
The first leader of the Church
Worked for near half century;
He let his countrymen search
For the truth of Almighty.
He was one God's instrument
In showing the righteous path;
Preaching the Lord's commandment,
For men to keep from His wrath.
One hundred thirty-four years
Have passed since his happy birth;
We love him in joyful tears,
We remember him in mirth.
Topic: 134th Birthday of Bro. Felix Y. Manalo (May 10,2020)
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