What nectar is to a bee -
Oh, such sweet divinity!
What warmth is to the live oak trees -
as they bow their limbs to the mighty breeze
What milkweed is to the Monarch butterfly
lest its caterpillar lack for nourishment and die
What shelter and food are to the birdling -
Lacking energia, it cannot grow nor can it sing
What rainfall is to the thirsting flowerbed
causing each bud to bloom and in joy lift its head
What the flowing stream is to the deer
that pants until he finds it near
What God’s breath is to life and empowerment
when wind that whispers His love is sent
What nectar is to the bee
is what sweet Jesus is to me.
192.
Oh God, I Beg!
Oh God to You I strongly implore
To strengthen the throne of our governor
And in his domain to accept me once more
For when I have left from his secure
On my quest for a greener pasture
I had carelessly bitten their enemy's lure
Oh God to You I sincerely pray
To raise up ABS-CBN like GMA
And their big pipz to me shall never play
For I accused them of being unfair
By having with a party a something affair
I hope to that matter they'll put no more care
Oh God to You I truthfully entreat
To set Liberal Party where no one can beat
And that from me they'll never retreat
For when I tried to abandon them
And acted as a rebel with mayhem
I've proven I can‘t live without their tandem
Oh God to You I firmly beseech
To make PNoy's regime remarkably rich
And the Straight Path no one shall breach
For when I campaigned against him not to be our king
It was all propaganda, personal there's nothing
I was just in my career a newly hatched birdling.
-11/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
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f r t ne
/ bi rd li ng s i wf
a birdling flutters
its newfound wings with some qualms ~
success sounds sweeter
That inexplicable moment, when like a weak seedling
Or like a bundle of miracles with flesh, blood, and vein
Or like a newly hatched birdling with no sign of a wing.
Wasn't I, just as a beast foetus, feeling any pain?
Life in me, like a sunray, lit by the divine spirit
Amidst storms of trials, troubles, and tribulations, flickered
There was ever, between conscience and consciousness, a split.
Within physique and psyche, millions of puzzles triggered.
Philosophies and theologies grew into queries.
Didn't I, together with corals, collect wisdom too?
Existence, with questions and answers, formed newer theories.
Didn't, within tentativeness of times, gain truth's view?
Each journey that halted told me that there's one that's haltless.
Could I absolutely assure, that mine has been faultless?
Quote: Some of the best speakers in the world
are those who were listeners first....
The rain gently whispers to my window I am here
as the trees chuchot to each other with terms of endearment
The endless sky has an auditory hum as if to say
you might be drenched today
The dawn is singing acapella as she readies for a dance
while the daylight waltzes softly on the steps of day
The hour of seven has just begun for me
I can hear the handles clocking free
The silence is louder than the noise of mid afternoon
yet softer still then the silent stars of heaven
The day has just begun and I can already hear
the first tweet of a birdling musketeer
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name Poetry Marathon Mile 14 |
Sept 15 2022
The air I inhale is for my lullaby tale...
for my baby birdling, can a melody I sing?
her nest I swing, but dreams, how to bring?
Wind howling gale, her frail wings and tail
to my arms cling, for living a new spring.
Comes a dark shrill cry, is that an owl's eye,?
lurky shadows creep, hush my baby, sleep!
Prayers go up in high, stars of fate dull sky
monitor makes beep, my heart jumps in a leap.
Oh !, she now can fly, my baby says goodbye!
A sleep forever so deep, no tears left to weep.
8th February 2020
Theme : The air I inhale is for my lullaby tale...
a tadpole wiggles its tail
by the reed's faint ripple,
wanting to leap, to croak
till its lungs puff purple;
from up a nest, chirping,
a birdling longs to fly,
as swift swallows swish by
and swoosh up to the sky!
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