Come bring me your tears from the mountain's stream,
carry them down over those high cheek bones;
rush to me with your dampened eyes that gleam,
in your pocket you're touching river stones.
I will help you awaken from this dream.
I'll lick those dewy drops of life's sorrow,
hold you close and feel your heart's rapid beat;
rest your head on my way to the morrow,
let me cradle you deep with my soul's heat.
Strength from each other we'll lend and borrow.
There's a place I want to show you, baby,
a place that's safe and full of love so sweet;
happy are the only tears you'll cry ... free,
a fortress I'll build us in which to entreat
a lasting forever where we can be.
Those stones that you carried down from so high,
we'll mount o'er the door to remind us when
tears fell like rain but did so swiftly dry;
we know the meaning ... to begin again.
Hold your hand in mine, let me hear you sigh.
as long as I live
each moment with You
my love I'll give
You are
the world to me
where You are
is where I want to be
my faith in You
now amplified
each moment with You
now sanctified
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You gave me a Savior
Jesus the Christ
Who for me
made a sacrifice
then gifted me
with the Holy Spirit
Whose Grace towards me
has no limit
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
to You God
I entreat
for you've made
my life complete
to You God
my hands are raised
as I give you
all the honor and all the praise
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You gifted me
with the Holy Spirit
Whose Grace towards me
has no limit
You are
the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
each moment with you
I now thrive
each moment with you
I now strive
for You are
the world to me
and where You are
Is where I want to be
Yes, You are my the world to me
where You are
Is where I want to be
You God are
the world to me
for where You are
Is where I need to be
Once at home,
Sharing yellow/green guavas,
Grown on tested soil
Across waters,
I stood vulnerable,
Yet observed...
Such extension caused salivation.
And as I entreat
With gel of such,
Strangers,
Familiar pallets,
Some said, "Cheers!"
I at once
Was held accountable -
So, I returned
To pruning and prayed.
My muse's thumb grew greener.
*
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
I rest in eve' s ambrosial scent
beneath gold veils of summer spent ,
Where midnight flickers through the trees
and twinkles float upon the breeze :
I hush and whisper of content
to catch a night in soft descent ;
In starlit throbs they gently beat
A day's finale... I entreat.
There's no flaw here that I observe
as clouds become a softened curve --
This quiet pass to hours which sway,
beaming , pulsing... hallowed display.
I hold my breath in great respect
this spectacle so fully decked;
But rich and hushed about all things
which night and all her glory brings.
Eyes engaged her essence, freed ebullience;
The shelled release evokes observers' mien,
Altered beliefs reverberate cadence:
Poised effects externals, trade tales between.
Exemplified unveiled ether's ventures,
Exchanged entreat emergence, tweaked, performed;
Sweet ripened seed, exposes her dentures,
Appeared edgy yet sleepy decorum.
Perplexed, envisioned perspectives best bent,
Derived encased enterprise defined yield;
Enters the challenged endeavors event,
Coffee express delivery, appeal.
Excused episode, Excedrin tablets
Were real sleepers, next time, chocolates.
"Special times, that lovers know, a feeling starts and then it grows, Falling in love again, in a wonderfull world of our own." Lyric quote by Ted Mulry.
Wine touched lips.
Gentle sips.
Felt her hips.
Pressed to mine.
Felt so fine.
Sensed a sign.
I entreat,
Our breaths meet.
Love so sweet.
"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line."
Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages
well able to reckon sixes from nines.
True wits should elect sin's disbursements
rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers.
Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel?
She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue
between that pair of cheese crackers.
Remove the Devil's Pitchfork from your hair.
Doubling as Dracula, your zeal repealed
by loving an unpersuaded other.
Stay not inconsolable, my weaning one!
She knelt beside me, interpolating my orations.
Entreat for veritable blindness to take better blame.
Apathetic to any flame, resisting even sipping sunshine
interred in the long night of voluminous drapes,
pray for cardiac arrest to efface 1700 hours of shadows.
Perhaps, pray you would love me, and I shall say something of it.
There’s something mysterious;
I hope it’s not serious:
my muse will not write when I row.
She’s no river daughter;
it’s time that I taught her
that water and words can both flow.
Bereft of her musing,
the rhymes are confusing;
ideas just don’t spring to mind.
Who cares where she’s headed?
My abs are now shredded;
my lats and my quads well defined!
Alas, to entreat her:
a sculling two-seater -
that certainly might do the trick…
Composing while oaring
would never be boring,
with meters and verse coming quick!
I was a late arrival
born in nineteen fifty-eight,
during the folk revival.
As a kid, music was survival.
Records then sounded great
on a platter or a plate,
like Peter, Paul, and Mary,
and Puff on a seventy-eight.
Later, having no place to go
and no one to meet,
Mr. Tambourine man would show
a wonder I did not know.
In my consciousness, he took a seat,
I listened o'er and o'er.
I put it on repeat -
something worth living for.
Chase dreams, he would entreat.
How I remember, in the park,
I heard my first live electric guitar.
At the sound of that spark,
something in me, no longer dark,
like fusion in a star,
with electricity instilled,
from where I was, it took me far.
Everything inside me thrilled.
That was only just the start.
There are too many bands to name,
who created musical art
to expand the mind and heart,
no two of them the same,
like the Airplane and Grateful Dead,
peace and love, they would proclaim,
and those sentiments would spread.
Best Romantic Poem 12/13/24
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Perfumed Romantic Bower
Twilight calls me with a soft amber light,
Into delicate scents of memory,
To a fragile bower of fragrant nights
Your saffron smile, a perfumed mystery.
Through gossamer hues of incense demur,
Fantasies flutter like silken moonbeams,
When we sip the honeyed nectar of myrrh,
And savor sweet spices in whispered dreams.
Scents of tuberose merge with star jasmine,
Draw us into this garden’s scented glen
Where the pulsing of bluebellvines entreat
Enchantment from your flute song sung again.
Love’s dulcet scent of ambrosia transcends
Our perfumed garden, harmony ascends.
Halloween is time to go scaring.
In costumes, you go about wearing;
then knock on some doors,
with yelps, hoots, and roars;
sweet candies reward for your daring!
If candies aren’t coming your way,
then you tell them that they’re going to pay!
It’s trick or a treat
once more, you entreat;
don’t make yourself one of our prey!
Let us cherish each moment we have,
Embracing love and words written.
In our private garden,
Among a rhapsody of blooms,
Please come meet there.
In our garden,
Is the love of poetry and roses.
Glorious garden where two souls meet.
Like a rainbow after a storm gives assurance,
Please touch my deep interbeing!
Reach deep with your melody.
The color of your eyes soft and warm
Leads the gardener to enter the
Window to your soul.
In this garden of where our souls touch,
Let us dance with rhapsody!
Never tiring__
Lovers' arms forever entwined.
Captivated by the colors and fragrance divine,
Of this our magical place.
Embracing the spontaneity of life’s dance
'Twas like an absorbing rainbow after a storm.
Love’s beauty will always have a place,
In our hearts and minds,
When we think of this cherished moment in time.
It will come like the rhythm of ocean’s waves.
Upon each beach’s sandy shore, a steady flow.
In moments of quiet interludes
Of our lives, a flash of memory will entreat us so...
Cold cuts carve up a serving style of meat
~ humblest eaters they entreat
From near and far, I hear the bells
their clear tones ring an ancient hymn
from long ago, ‘oft sung by men
in pure white robes, at belfry’s end.
I hadn’t heard the bells for years
for I had wandered far from home
their simple notes from long ago
were soon forgot, my soul grew cold.
To hear these joyous bells again
resonates within my heart
with no avoidance on my part
and from them I will not depart.
A rising reverence overtakes
my weariness, for in their sounds
the bells reach inwards, all around
restoring faith, where none was found.
With plaintive chimes, the tolling bells
entreat me to believe and come
before His throne and praise the One
who bought me with His precious Son.
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