We don’t see how it gives us power
Like an air
Can’t see it
But we feel it
It is like Eternal God
Gives its power
Power for electricity
Gives us light
Eternal God gives us light
Light of Understanding
Why the outcome is like that
Answer can be right or wrong
We choose our path
Path is our decision
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written May 25, 2025
Time Written 8:35pm PST
Divine Lord has a lot of messages to His world
He chose me to spread His messages
Divine Lord is Jesus Christ
He is the one of 1st Catholic Priest
Divine Lord told me the baby angel’s message
That the babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord heard most women’s cry
Abortion or Termination to be okay with the world
Divine Lord is okay with Abortion or Termination
The babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord I’m terrified
Earth’s theory
Point is The babies are safe in Heaven
According from the Divine Lord
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written: May 25, 2025
Time Written: 1:26pm (PST)
Morning fever from a sleepless night
Soring eyes against the light
Throat that sores from barking strong
The yesterdays out in a song
Here I stand I feel the heat
That tries to surge my deep heartbeat
While prying eyes try to intrude
Them who are rough and crude
April 18, 2023, PST, SPC
Morning sun, shining so bright
Scorching partly my open skin
Like a torch of flaming light
Burning my soul from within
It's the first in my lifetime
To feel the touch of this burning heat
Like a hot spring everytime
Rouses the surge of my heartbeat
April 17, 2023, 8:32 am, PST, SPC
Shun the hate and cherish every moment to be happy and productive, even on your own. For, a moment passed will not be repeated in another time and place.
Happy Day Of Valor
April 9, 2024, PST, SPC
Alone again, fighting shadows
Morning the memories of tomorrows
Making plans for coming past
Hoping that moments will last
Making blows against foes unseen
Who have guns and blades in between
Where the only weapon is courage
While trying to dodge their unjust rage
April 1, 2024, SPC, PST
A dear come back, a goat returned
I swore I'd leave no stone unturned
I would search on glade and forest
And hope that God would do the rest
April 1, 2024, SPC, PST
My missing goat in brown and white
Whoever took it, it's not right
Why don't he try to raise his own?
There is no point in casting stone
March 30, 2024, SPC, PST
*My undated poems are made for contests*
Brave is thee who stands the storms as thick as the sands on the ocean
March 3, 2024, PST, SLBC
Blame not a blood for flower's death
For surely, it was not his fault
Death can't be swept away like dust
It comes to all in dawn or dusk
Don't blame a son for mother's death
For no one holds a life in hand
For you don't know what pain one has
Some pains are better left to death
*For my relatives who are perfect*
March 3, 2024, PST, CC, BC
Serenity is hard to get
Just turn your back and you forget
There is no worth in fighting back
People babble 'bout things they lack
Someday, you'll gonna find your peace
A heaven full of grace and bliss
Just walk away, forget your past
There comes a day when dusk will last
8 syllables per line
In iambic tetrameter
March 3, 2024, PST, CC, BC
You can't grow extra eyes and ears so just learn to thicken your face against voices of bigotry, judgmentalism and insecurities...
February 25, 2024, PST, BC
Up the long and winding road
With a sorrow for my load
A mother's breath, could be her last
Hoping to make it there fast
February 24, 2024, PST, SPC
Oh! Angel that brought my sight to the light of this world
How can I express my sorrow seeing you torn to pieces?
How can I catch the bullets that hit every strand of your vein
I haven't expressed much my love for you except in silence
If only I could break free from the grip of my shackles
Then every tick of my clock is a moment spent with you
But I'm just a poor soul with a weight to carry
Like mountains upon my callused shoulders
I could not even lift the weight of my own feet
And against the gust of storm I almost fall everytime
Afraid to make a promise of sunrise
For today could be my last sunset
February 24, 2024, PST, BC
There's no need to be bitter, or, you're just wasting time, if you think you can do better what others do, just do it your own. If you can't, find your own talent and be good in it.
February 19, 2024, PST
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