The abyss lost its shadowed harm,
When I invited it in for tea.
The stars stopped blinking their alarm,
In the darkness den that frightened me.
No maps within the void showed where to go.
No instructions explained my plight.
Light through the cracks began to flow,
When the bliss of ignorance caught alight.
The void asked questions without end.
Its silent answers stripped me to the bone;
Till meaning learned at last how to mend
The things I could not handle alone.
The cosmos gave no grand decree to construe,
No fixed design, no certainty to avoid.
My fear of mystery now gone, I withdrew to
Embrace the void!
Another poem without a prize
The lines don’t rhyme, don’t satisfy
Poems with horizons and blazing clouds
Winners write with floating shrouds
These rhyming predicts take me back
To kinder days on railroad tracks
You see, you see, I can rhyme, too
My words can swirl an awful brew
But me, I’d rather not construe
Rhymes for poems to ballyhoo
At last, all ye, I do respect
Your words in glory, your idiolect
80.
Our Golden Times During PNoy-Part 1
Now is the time
Our moment sublime!
For so long our heroes and villains alike
Push our pride on the hike
Our insignia of light between red and blue
Feel what our banner wants to construe
Conceived on this day of Red gallantry
A march towards Blue serenity
East that's Red, West that's Blue
Philippines that's Yellow is friend to both of you!
On EDSA you have seen our peaceful revolution
Worthy of worldwide emulation
The champions of democracy
Whose son now seated to pursue the journey
Has made clear the path
Against those who are corrupt
And so the weighing scales of justice
Shall have nothing amiss
-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*to be continued on December
When asked if he worried about a robot replacing him
the author, Isaac Asimov, came up with this little gem
When I myself don’t understand what it is that I do
How can a machine expect an Asimov novel to construe
I shadow their smiles;
insincere, seen and felt, makes
them have empty souls;
I do not do wrong;
I never do corrections,
just perfect mistakes;
I am always right,
fortunately, being that,
I am neither wrong,
nor is nature wrong;
streams do not rise for joy, nor
does a drowning soul;
I like simple needs;
the substances do construe
a burdensome load;
and time for nothing;
the cell phone rings, then again
then...time disappears
of course, such great plans,
always procrastination
will get nothing done;
poetry contest;
I will feign reading them, then
award the losers;
at last, loud demands,
unbearable selfishness,
and it’s all for me.
Like boats that float upon the ocean wide,
We dwell within this world, yet not its tide.
The vessel sinks when water finds its way,
So too our souls, if worldly winds betray.
We are in the world, but not of worldly mold,
Our citizenship in heaven we uphold.
To guard our hearts from shipwreck and despair,
We must control desire and be aware.
Emotions yield to God’s communion deep,
Where Father’s wisdom wakes us from our sleep.
We gain His view - heaven’s perspective true -
And see beyond what earthly eyes construe.
By Word of our testimony, we arise,
Anchored in Truth that never sinks nor dies.
I've finally reached it
What I'll call the end
A volume of poems
For my special friend
A thousand that took me
Three years to construe
And all of these poems
Were always for you
To be continued...
If beauty is but skin deep,
I prevailed upon her to construe,
'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder
or, of the two which one is true?'
For we can't judge the book
by the cover, with but one look,
as what's inside truly counts
far much more than that.
And tho' to me she bemoaned,
'I am big-boned'
I've yet to see a skeleton which looks fat.
If only I had but a clue,
Then surely, I'd know what to do.
With life's mystery gone,
I'd settle upon
Some course that I can't now construe.
Hello
I guess you don’t know me
I’m just a mere human
And here is my story
I was small
And so was my family.
Our love was big,
But so was our tragedy
I craved an artistic sense of mind
And a love for learning
But it was freedom I was truly yearning
Freedom from sadness
Freedom from neglect
Freedom from tears
Freedom from memories I would never forget
You do not know everything
Someday you will
I will spare you some details
But will not leave out the thrill
This little story is sad but true
It is beautiful or terrible
However you may construe
There are a million words pacing through my head
But trust me okay,
It does not all need to be said
So listen closely to the words that I am saying
The ending is happy
Twas the night before Christmas, yahoo!
I'm stuck in a snowglobe with you;
our bright Christmas Eve with a view
alone beneath our sky of blue.
And when the snow stops, it's our cue
to have more fun stirring flakes to
quick whirl around fast and redo
them falling and swirling anew.
Outside is just ours to review
from cozy protected see-through
clear bubble of glass. Let's pursue
enjoying our day and construe-
we're happy in our glass venue!
What more could we ask for, it's true,
here, quiet, relaxed, whoop-dee-doo!
I'm stuck in a snowglobe with you.
Hold on to your dream
Don’t let it go.
Could be yours tomorrow
From yesterday’s idle flow.
Dreams are not visions
But a message
To pursue your fate
Along a new passage
Don’t wake up too late.
Wake up to a reality
You are best to do
All the things you dreamed of
And thoughts you construe.
P A U S E S,
They'd say it's good.
How far? I'd wonder.
S T O P.
If you need,
Wonder, for how long.
P A U S E
If you must,
But Tarry the journey.
E N D
It's a name
They'd give.
All remains the same
Life like a game
That's all a name.
The ripples continues,
There's no end.
No stopping.
No pauses.
It's a construe.
We exist to feel the burn
It rest when no breath remains.
I can be defensive, yes, it's true
A shield of protection, I construe
For wounds of the past still sting and burn,
Causing my cautious walls to discern.
But underneath this hardened shell,
Lies a heart that knows all too well,
The fear of being vulnerable and exposed,
Leaving me to fend off perceived foes.
So please be patient, understanding, and kind,
As I navigate this complex state of mind,
For behind the defenses that I wear,
Is a soul that longs to trust and share.
The year is ending by leaving us sad;
For all those who left us in our journey;
So let’s pray for their souls we can be glad;
Having left us, are under God’s mercy.
Those who are in this world may they live long;
prayers ever irrational answered;
Smiles, happiness, prosperity among
Other boons granted are, forever, yearned.
Let us prepare to welcome the new year;
With sincere thoughts first and actions honest;
Be eager to spread good news, do not hear
Or fuel rumours at others’ behest.
These are the signs of a patriot true;
Avoid anger if you cannot construe.
mbfarookh
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