Moon Independence Day Poems

Golden moonflower 
Rising in your periwinkle sky
As chrysanthemums bloom and die
In bursts of sparkling showers

You shake your head and sigh
Watching into the wee hours
With all...

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Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker...

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This realm is where I shall always belong.
God bless this nation and upkeeps it strong.
For he will thrust his sword and suit his vow.
He wielded...

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On Independence Day at dusk, the sky I’ll view.
The waxing crescent moon will be a joy to see.
Then I’ll be thrilled by fireworks of red,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s...

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"I do not see what right any one would have
to object to calling this part 
[the South American mainland], 
after Americus 
who discovered it 
and...

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The American way
The only way
The last place on earth
The Last Chance Saloon
The bee's knees
The Great Satan
The silver bullet
The last roundup
The life of the party
The enfant...

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My little Zohra, How are you ? How are you all ? 
Now, festive mood is in the air 
Sister may be decorating your beautiful...

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THE EMPTY SHELL

As waves recede back to the shore
to crash against the rocks once more,
I watch young lovers become whores
who ride the tides forevermore.
O, build...

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P-hilippine Independence Day
H-ad been proclaimed twelfth of June; 
I-t was the year eighteen ninety-eight, 
L-iberation lives neath the moon.
I-t was the freedom from foreign control,...

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Something prolific pulled me from my bed
It dragged me through the battered door  
and land me on the main road
I wasn't dreaming or sleep...

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We live here and now
Everything before
And in other places
Is past,
Mostly forgotten.
The first casualty of independence
Is freedom.
Our rights are hatred. Grief.
The old Lie: planted in this...

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