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Dugong Poems

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Ihanda Ang Sarili Sa Banal Na Hapunan Bernard F. Asuncion Couplet Couplet dugong, faith,
WHISPERINGS TO THE MIDNIGHT SKY Dana Young Free verse Free verse dugong, change, dark, destiny, introspection,

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Dugong Poem Example

WHISPERINGS TO THE MIDNIGHT SKY

I sat by a moonlit window last night
As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong-
My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea.

The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls.
A dreary blackness was unrolled across the sky,
And moonbeams brimmed over into the room.

My mind set adrift to gloom and droll dreams
In those wee hours of morn. I spoke to ancestors
(if only in my mind) for they lived in simpler and perhaps wiser times.

I thought how I envied them in a way,
Though not really, as their bones lie dusty in
Rustic vessels, traveling further back with each passing day.

Their lips sealed mum, as still as the stars, and cold as winter's teeth,
Yet resting above in glory cradles, numb to the tangles that
Plague this old and somber world.

I wondered what they would think of the present day,
Which oft embraces adverse and complex things,
That would perplex the keen-witted, scholars of yesteryear,

And make the grave of Einstein sway.
If those dear, timeworn relics traversed from
Chivalrous and austere ages into the rages of this world,

Where knowledge weaves through webs of microchip swirls.
And people sail into streams of mouse-clicking dreams...
Could you then, oh sweet vestiges of ancient yellow bones,

Slumber on in quiet, mellow solace beneath your
Inscripted bloodstones, and romance the
Advancement of present times?

Would you imagine these machines as
Sleek schooners slicing through the midnight blue,
Chartering primitive lands? Or rather dreadnaughts

Waiting to wager warfare against the inculpable innocence of
Youth, or the ignorance of man? Would you quiver and quake
at the malice of mankind and perhaps find a better road to take?

I wonder now, as I sit with the moon so bright, and listen to
the stillness quietly hushing this sultry, sleepless night.

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