the flow of time impacts us not
in as that we pursue no goal
we continue at a slow trot
allowing God to guide our role
Clouds arise from the seas to
quench thirst of earth in rain.
Yet some parts remain parched
praying for due share of water.
Ironically excess rain also floods
destroying homes and lives.
Flood afflicted pray for less rains
to minimise their watery sorrows.
In imbalance created by nature
living beings are forced to adapt.
It is, indeed, difficult to tame nature
Let alone fully understand its cues.
After centuries of reckless destruction
we have not learnt our lessons yet.
We need to preserve nature and
bring it back to its pristine glory.
Protecting endangered species, planting trees for higher green cover
may help regulate rains and halt
adverse impacts of climate change.
Sand grains sliding through my hands,
sparkling down mid air as bright dust.
Grainy, gritty, rough blossom on my palm,
so long ago, its youth so swiftly spun.
Now individual part by part,
sinking sub-horizon toward a dropping sun.
Moving back to its big liquid starting point,
a washing tidal flow impacts a matching coast.
This dynamic fluid world calls it custom,
joining a vast aquatic host.
They met each other in a dream one night
In the mist by the bank of the river.
When their eyes locked in their own embrace
They both felt a quiver
Each were captured in the moment.
The water hushed the trees.
Thumping hearts and shallow breaths
Were carried in the breeze.
The gap between them began to close
A tip-toe at a time.
At the lightest connection of their fingertips
A bright spark struck sublime.
They both glanced down at their hands
At the feel of irresistible desire.
They thought about what these hands could do
Their imaginations catching fire.
Their eyes locked again with lips curved to grin
They both felt a sudden rush.
She was a lady, he a gentleman
Yet their lust bled into blush.
He ushered her to take a seat
On a bench made just for two.
They took a deep breath and faded away
Into a hazy hue.
Though they enjoy it when they meet
In the fantasies of the night.
It impacts on the loneliness they feel
When such dreams take flight.
Each night when they settle down
The dreams they hope for evade them.
But when they least expect it,
They will meet each other again.
509.
Learn ICT!
Learn ICT! Realize that we're in the Digital Age
In Computer & Internet we engage
Here in the Philippines, we have the 8 E's
We apply the so-called 21st Century Skills
Yet, ICT has impacts to mother nature
To weather & climate & agriculture
Let us not forget to make our own Web Application
To several people we make ourselves known
But beware of the so-called Internet threats
So when we go online, we have no regrets!
-09/06/2016
(Dumarao)
*GEN Poems
the sky darkens and it may rain
reflect if this impacts our mood
if it does, know we wear a chain
not quite yet from ego unglued
thus with our demeanour reviewed
we shift into the void and yawn
poised again in the noumenon
people come to pay respects
showing appreciation for the impacts
I have made in their lives
Coffee is a reasonable substitute
for spirit possession.
Surely your heart will tremble,
open the gateway
for earthquakes to exist
within the fault lines
of your fingers —
but at least your pants will be piss free
when the officer asks you
to dance along the straight line.
And when he asks, “are you nervous?”
you’ll respond in the affirmative.
Explain how since 1996
you’ve been waiting for the day
an asteroid directly impacts your car
as you sip espresso
heading southbound on the I-10,
on your way to work.
And you won’t have to explain to your coworker
why your pants are missing,
ass in the air,
bad decisions spilled
on the fresh mopped floor —
dreading the ride in,
knowing he knows
you’d never compete
with his fresh ironed shirt.
This morning I chose slow drip,
because life moves fast enough.
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
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They brag with close minds,
They argue the blinds;
Not only for fun,
But also to shun...
The gut of all facts,
The shy face impacts.
Truth can't dare pull down,
Unless each turns clown...
Pampering lies with jokes,
Noxious joy evokes
Following till it fails,
When reality trails
And invalidate -
Lies, truth liquidate.
blackness
impacts our days
as dirt beating caskets,
when the thorns of silence
would impale hearts
with fear.
Being a professional
Being at your very best
Seems encouraging and great
But it's awesome being of part in someone's memoir
Getting a job is great
Well skilled to work for hours
Really making edge and thriving better
What's more like your growth in personal
Mondays through Fridays
Busy over works
Sundays to prepare for the new weeks
Let your Saturdays be for impacts
Mine used to be for rest
Sometimes for reflection
Most times to invest on personal growth
How I wish it could make a definition
Changing lives
One person at a time
But sports get me deprive
Of making out for the prime
It is never too late
If a start is not good enough
A new start
Will worth a desiring end than coping with fluff
we notice that head and heart stand apart
so we oft need to employ subterfuge
but when with cravings of ego we part
consciousness takes a leap and it is huge
flowing in witness mode on heart no load
fickle fate that unfolds is but a dream
which impacts us not in the heart abode
distanced from thoughts which from lower mind stream
recognising we’re spirit not this form
we view body-mind as a car we drive
in life centred in stillness through each storm
that thus doing so soul’s light we revive
no longer are we by thought forms decoyed ~
in blissful rapture we dance in the void
Roses are red when they are fed
Romance and love unconditional
Roses are black when death impacts
And grieve so deep and traditional
Roses strike poses never camera shy
Insanity of their vanity is in bloom
Roses scents pierce noses in July
Inspired admired by butterflies in June
And why would a rose be jealous
Why would a rose shrink or hide
It’s bloom is wonderfully zealous
A scent within that love resides
arrogance in others impacts us not
being but meanderings of ego
operating in a narrow thought slot
which sooner or later they will let go
when lower cravings they choose to forgo
so we blow them a kiss of compassion
though for most kindness is not in fashion
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