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My share of mistakes I have made,
Detours I’ve taken, dues I’ve paid.
In dubious company I’ve found friends,
Indecision followed the best-laid plans.
Loneliness has rushed me into love,
Courting heartbreaks and a cold rebuff.
By my errant mind I was ill prepared,
For Fortune’s intentions undeclared.
Ample time has been idled away,
For pleasures that indulged no delay.
The crowd’s folly too quick to chide,
Long have I stayed on the outside.
For triumphs by discipline not groomed,
To small victories by apathy doomed.
Half-hearted dreams were left to rust,
In random luck I’ve placed my trust.
A few hardships I have gamely braved,
Too little done for the freedom craved.
All these I confess to you, my son,
My past a gift to my dearest one.
Not one of the mistakes I’ll regret,
If by my lessons you’re better led.
As you embark on life’s great race,
I hope my steps you won’t retrace.
Decades since frittering like - yule
ne'er believe me, boot true
lee, I wreck clues lee wasted
my life lock, stock, and barrel
as if there whiz no tomorrow,
this skein knee boy didst spool
away youth like some drool
ling doggone motley fool
while mutely dumbfounded taking -
as undeclared seriously gruel
ling studious favorite pursuit - duel
major space and time, believing
them tubby (out
of this world), and cool,
yet unbeknownst tummy then
more precious than any jewel,
hence this faux Einstein,
who got pool
lightly dubbed"the quietest
student", albeit still
underhandedly cuffed and cruel
moniker, nonetheless wool
worth being spot on,
though when within comfort
of home aye
yak act did mule
lush, non provoke'n, neither tool
ling with smoke'n,
funny weed, but more specifically
class (sic) self serving
as token passive non rule
breaker counted among
The detail lowered the colors:
That weathered flag with stripes and stars,
That had crossed so many borders
In declared and undeclared wars.
Young soldiers debark for glories.
The detail lowered the colors.
Old survivors tell their stories
Of comrades who died in valor.
We refused to doubt their honors,
Though causes have been disputed.
The detail lowered the colors,
While veterans were saluted.
To the widows, kind words were said.
The rifle squads rendered honors,
Then respectfully Taps were played.
The detail lowered the colors.
20140625. Note--'colors' means not only shades and tints of frequencies of light, but also refers to to a national flag in a military formation.
The night door ajar
Yields a passage, infinite,
If you follow the lines
Streaked along the blank walls
Walls made of nothing
Except what you’ve given
By proposing a space
In your infinite trust
And frozen in light beams
A body, a baby
Magnified, knowing
Like you always wanted
To know.
Needing bearings
You pray to the baby.
It turns away blindly
Independent of you.
You find yourself back
And the night door restores
Its concealing intention
Its will undeclared.
Disappeared are the light beams.
The place is deserted
Dream creatures have been here
And made off with the life.
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.
The Dusky-
olive green emerges into pale yellow appearance
thy baton dignifies engagement to Lizzy's emergence.
yellow, a pictogram of thy intellect, insights and joyousness
beholder of polish grace, thou, her unspoken liveliness
Shyness thy sweet ornament, eyes the doors to forgetfulness
O' Darcy,
time cuddles thy wrist, fingers twist around the twig
Thy affection, her reflection, a melody, a mumbling click
Small town boy, thou are, relishing elegance, thou live in
And around where the birds sing and swing for thou, her twin
She too, unheard and undeclared yet integral and transparent grin
Thy sunflower-
Reminds the theory, one for other, forever and ever ahead
Sipping sips from each integrity, their compassion, a consistent thread
Spring welcomes thy counts in; autumn forget his loss even
Only thy persona, twinkles in her literary arena; she choosily given
Thy speed is the speed of light, beyond her serene delight.
Privatized profits and Socialized losses.
Private eyes focus and vocalize pockets.
Undeclared prophets bite their tongues until they soften
Globalized problems begin to mimic taunts and pauses
As we become lost in a certainty, assured no longer can any one find that pulsing silence.
Melodies bear flaws as they become written for horrid audiences.
Regardless
we still retain a will to want 'It.'
Generations rising towards becoming accosted
By a worlds cause to see the vintage become an inherent endowment
within a paradigm of where the old are deprived of practicality through a rougher polish.
Everyone wants to shine but no person would prefer to condition to perish, rather have luck grant a pardon.
Desiring to speak through words of honor and the honest,
hints denote of soldering bonds to new forms of defiance and reliance.
Fighting the fake with supplies of the same.
Subliminally sublime saturated shame.
How long did it take for you to find yourself as a target?
Had it been near when forgiveness became earned
But forgotten on how to be given?
Had we been overlooking time as the companion,
Misplacing the mnemonics;
The right reminders
That once helped us separate
What's left behind, what's significant
And of which are alike.
Memory neglects of how we were taught this.
The current cannot cease to be,
So although every tomorrow may never be promised to seed today and creating yesterdays on which to think,
Retain your grip onto what leaves
Bolden the show you play for the world to see;
The unpromising tomorrow is said to be coming
And i cannot find a reason with worth to begin to disagree
Yesterday can not ever come back;
Oh grief pairs so well with lucidity
Welcome back to Today,
Sometimes I find it hard to see
Bring on dismay,
I wonder what pairing I'll find for there to be
Silent the guns and call your enemy
to say hello, as long as there is life in you
and empathy in mutual suffering by
the massacring virus invading us
like a shrewd salesman of death.
Senseless arms buildup and proxy wars
keep fuel on its fire burning us alive.
Its catastrophe knows no bounds and
we may well be receiving its first wave
like an unending tsunami intent on
submerging all, with no pity for our
piety, or romantic isolationism.
Let peace reign, like clear air, so we
marshal our energy toward the common foe
spreading its eagle wings of death like a
dark and venomous cloud.
Match its irreverence for life with
neighborly love.
Fight its undeclared war
with touch of humanity.
Repel its evil spirit
by planting the sapling soul of peace
in your heart.
Embrace universal truce so
we may all live through this dark carnival.
Life is so
fleeting
why do we waste
chances for
kindness
perfectly placed?
Love is no
use if
left undeclared.
By words or
deeds it
needs to be shared.
And if our
hearts seek
genuine peace,
pride, hate and envy
first need release.
Happiness
comes when
with thankful hearts,
we share with
others
gifts God imparts.
Thus if we
act with
goodwill and grace
we’ll leave this
world a
far better place.
13/10/18
3/2/4 syllable count
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Undeclared
A valentine’s day ode
For all my bashful valentines
Who love me but can’t share it
Today’s a very special day
On which they can declare it
Was I just forgetful
Did I drink too much gin
I meant to take the door off
So the sacks could be thrown in
But as I sit here patient
And the hours go so fast
The postman must be rushing
Cos the bugger drove on past
I spose he felt quite jealous
But now he’ll be ecstatic
That all of my admirer’s cards
Are hidden in his attic
But thankfully I got one card
It’s stood there on that shelf
No need to trust the postman
I ‘sent’ that one myself