Short Yolanda Poems

Typhoon Yolanda
Cause the fall of Liberal
Philippines' viral....

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  Dear  Yolanda
                       I just want you to know
                            I  love you always....

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So many cities
flattened by angry waves
wind-borne suffering.

[Originally penned as response to someone's poem here, but altered a tiny bit]...

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Y-our
O-ne
L-ine
A-bout
N-atal
D-edication
A-pplies

D-elight
I-n
Z-one
O-f
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Yolanda A. Dizon (December 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Y-our
O-pen
L-ife
A-ccepts
N-atal
D-ay's
A-crostic

D-elight
A-s
S-cribe
A-dvances
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Yolanda Dasan (October 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Y-early
O-ptimistic
L-ines
A-bout
N-atal
D-ay
A-re

S-cribed
A-llowing
N-ame
T-o
O-ffer
S-weetness

Topic: Birthday of Yolanda Santos (February 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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gazing beyond
the chartered places
that dazzles my mind 
beneath the braising 
wonders of self
the mere wonders
of me arose under 
the infamous sun

Written by Yolanda Nicholsen 
December 23rd 2003 
Finally submitted here 5/3/2011...

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In dreams I awakened 
to devastation beating
down my back my mind 
sends signals performing 
writing task while fast
asleep dreaming in pieces 
I continue to write
I continue to sleep


Written by Yolanda Nicholsen 
6-18-2024 10:13 am
7:13 am according to poetry soup
Many blessings....

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your melody sang in me 
the mystic timing arose
 
night time air sending chills 
beneath me the nightingales
 
danced a mild manner ballot 
as the cranes bowed their heads
 
moving me despite the quiet rain
the daunting task the calming pain


Anthony and Yolanda Nicholsen catholic war veterans...

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paint me a dream 
as only you can 
make me ponder 
and wander the sands 
create desire painstaking 
endeavors heated 

eaves dropping 
on my thoughts
investing in my heart 
again and again 
gambling with fate 
fancied by my nape
 
a chance meeting 
crawling on gravel hot 
tires backing over stones 
lights blinding the sun 
while my eyes 
empties your mind...

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GOD's Image : )
(Title) GOD's Image : )
(By) YO'LOO
(Real Name) Yolanda Alfred


There's only 1 God & not 2 GoDs.

There's only 1 me & not 3 MEs.

There's only 1 you & not 4 YOUs.

There's only 1 them & not 5 THEMs.

There's only 1 they & not 6 THEYs.

Addition(+) Minus(-) the race cause...
all 22 of us together was created in GOD's image &
thats his face : )...

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(Title) T r e'           
(By) YO'LOO
(Real Name) Yolanda Alfred





When I saw you the first day.

Tre', I really think God because you came my way,
my way, Carville... days.

I had to say I was really amazed.

I look in yah eyes & I seen it glazed,
but... I trust you.

I love you.

Give love not sex you &
one day... I really hope to God I would marry you....

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You entered my lair again
uninvited I suppose an yet 
I welcomed your arousal 

why you'd become quite
the trouble maker posing 
as the Duke of Hungary 

this mere thought of you
the sheer chanting hymns
glorified a selfish need 

sorted comforting healing 
wretchedness borrowed  
yesterdays appetizers by noon

cackling awakened too soon 
to withering morbid laughter 
gripping a tainted silver spoon...

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Hurry handsome guys and pretty gals
Another year cheerfully arrives
Proper attire is a must
Paul's tuxedo is not black
Yolanda seems angry and upset
Harry spilled vodka on her dress
" Old man, stop " the sexy Spanish lady said
Larry's face turned deep red
Irene laughed so did silly Fred  
Daniel knew why he was afraid
Annie told him he messed with her head
Year after year " Old Lang Syne " is sung
Sobriety is not allowed in this happy club...

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i'm brown in my color
i'm free in my mind 
my spirit soars
my laughter roars
i'm not a ghost i'm the host 
this is my fury
it taste of sweet curry 
my stars are all in place 
my head is pointed at the sun
i know i'm free to run 
the joy of africa indeed
the sweet beginning of my colored seed
strong proud and beautiful i'll grow
the sun will shine the moon will glow
my heart feels like a child with toy
i know who i am and that's africa's joy...

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Growing up Italia 
stone walk ways 
villages with garden 
walls floral pastel 
creeping across 

olive branches 
picking merlot 
from the trees 
soft leather straps 
surrounding my 

bronzed feet espresso 
fountains leaving a faint 
aroma the scent of coffee 
for miles Italian icy 
naturally churn ancient 

ruins enhances my sight 
Venice pour into valleys 
and canals while Vicenza 
always seems to call 


Written by Yolanda Nicholsen...

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Dear Yolanda 

                   I just want you to know that you are safe 
                       Away from the domestic violence 
                         you are loved right here and now
                                no one and nothing shall 
                                     harm you rest sleep
                                               BREATHE


                                                                                Dr. Health...

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