My palms has been good to you all
Since time memorial
My palms felt your weakness
Your simultaneous pain
Through the beauty of your skin
Although my palms are rough
Hardened by the toughness of the earth
Although we dreamed dreams
Under rain and sunshine
Hoping to meet peace at the mountain top
I couldn't sit on my family tree ??
Because the tide in me bore you
Looking at the cloud now
It seems beautiful over my head
I count you all among the stars in heaven
My palms will always know you
Although you have a nutritious smile
Just like my other stars
I still count compassion among you all
Sitting alone in the rainy enchanted forest
A place where my ugly thoughts could rest
I was writing in my notebook in peace
Words of love flowing like a gentle breeze
Then elegantly, a curly haired siren came to the surface
He looked right at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes
With grace, he softly touched my face
Saying : “I’ll make you forget the reasons of your cries”
Used to loneliness and coldness
I let him bring me to the darkness
Thinking it would erase my sadness
Instead, I got stuck in a mess
It was impossible to escape my weakness
I couldn’t help but follow this beautiful creature
How hypnotizing were his features !
A poisonous adventure of capture
That rapture in nature became my drowning torture
Sweet Heaven!
My weakness
is falling for
women with long hair.
Sweet Heaven!
My playboy's ways charm
them more than that handsome
baseball player
who's handsome
and winks without restraint.
My weakness spoils taste,
not its flavor, this fame
of an incredible lover
it's due to an irresistible need
to conquer and deceive, indeed;
I break naive and weak hearts,
I don't apologize to anyone.
it's the ego of the cruelest man
with the intention to win;
it's the habit of repentless trolls!
I shuffle cards
and watch players
with restless eyes
and restless fingers
they are learning to play
Game Queen:
a nightmare never seen;
they look around with dismay.
My weakness
is not falling for the woman
at the round table,
but to win and be their idol!
Sweet Heaven,
my weakness
is falling for women with long hair,
sweet Heaven,
my Playboy's ways
charm them more than that
sey baseball player,
who winks without restraint!
My weakness spoils
smoothness, not its strong flavor;
this fame of an incredible lover
is due to an irresistible need
to conquer and deceive indeed;
I break weak and naive hearts,
I don't apologize to anyone,
it's the ego of the cruelest men
with the intention to win;
it's the habit of guiltless trolls!
I shuffle cards and watch players
with restless eyes
and trembling fingers,
they're learning to play
Game Queen;
a nightmare never seen,
they look around with dismay!
My weakness is not falling
for the women at the table,
but to win big and be their idol!
Foibles, we all have them,
Longing to hide them at all costs.
Aware they will inevitably cast our downfall.
Weaknesses don’t fail to come with consequences:
Entangled webs in spite of best intentions,
Distorted outcome when it comes to dreams.
Puppets dangling on puppeteer strings
Every motion somewhat off kilter:
Organized chaos behind the illusion,
Psychodrama when daring to scrutinize too close.
Lifesize regrets: the cliff to be avoided.
Eye on the prize, doing our best.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
The lonely weed sprouts up against a stone,
It absorbs the sunlight it calls its own,
No fragrant neighbour or friend stands nearby,
Beneath the stretch of the wide open sky.
The woeful wind may blow it to and fro,
Yet deeper and stronger its roots will grow;
It drinks fresh dew at the dawn of morning
And rain drops when it pours in the evening.
It asks no praise for alone standing tall,
Happy to shoot on rock and show its all;
Loneliness is not a sign of weakness
Nor a mournful source of any distress.
It is a stamp of silent solemn strength
That spreads its cute emblem in breath and length,
A quiet potency in dusty ground,
Where the true lessons of life can be found.
The lonely weed, a banner bravely spread,
Where richer fragrant flowers fear to tread,
Blooming unknown, unseen is still a bloom,
Dispelling shaky shadows in the gloom.
23.
Strong Weakness
Harry old farmer in his field under morning brightness
“Kalabaw, dali!” commanded he in bearing highness
Helpful, burdened is the black beast
Exasperated not at least
“Kalabaw, sandali lang!” driver shouts in strong weakness.
-01/11/2007
(Miagao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
As the title says..Yet I find, so so often the human response
Is ( its everyman for himself ! )
Though what destiny can man control.??? Still they have That tendency to let all things roll.'
This black tar covers my brain,
With viscosity of motor oil from a 1950's tractor,
Wiping every so often but it still remains,
Trauma of life may have been a factor,
Continuously drips finding my crevices of weakness,
Seizing every ounce of good nature it can,
A vicious vacuum for precious meekness,
This twisted consumption is part of some plan,
Barbed wire around ribs puncturing with every breath,
Wounds to never be healed duly,
A hand of tar pumps my heart preventing death,
Even if it's the one thing the sickness seeks truly.
With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.
My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
in ear just like the rain.
It’s true I am short on temper,
but calm I do remain.
In need of care and kindness,
My soul I must retain.
My life has reached it’s twilight,
just like a passing train.
My deeds surpass my age,
There is no more to gain.
Life is just a journey,
And days on this terrain.
No one should fear death,
a pass to the next domain.
To all I bid farewell,
for soon we’ll meet again.
In my dreams you interrupt,
In my shower you limit water,
Putting in clothes you drum louder
And getting out I'm sweating.
You were to be my strength,
My weakness you turned,
Your tone so unpleasant to hear,
Ready to turn me in to tear my status.
My wish you are not concerned,
Only your will and wish counts,
Going to eat you are tailing me,
And eating you over watch ,with anger.
Finishing my meal seems to hurt you,
Relying on you, you melt for me to fall,
My sorrow burns up in my heart,
And you can't let me have a sip.
Going to sleep, I wait for too long,
And my stomach rumbles due to coldness,
Your words dehumanizes me,
And you turn my night to a nightmare.
Competition is weakness
Check yourself and speak to your soul
You need no confusion
Just understand your value
Develop your worth
And keep your usefulness intact
If you have a competition
Let it be with yourself
This is not a lie otherwise
You are a product of weakness
Competition is weakness
I don't need no competition
Instead I need co-operation
Instead to fight for the best
I prefer to be the best for myself
I need no approval to be better
I just need me to make me
The best version of myself
I don't want to be on your roll my friend
I am blessed with my time
So give way for togetherness instead
Of fighting for a mere champion
I have always known that my best
Competition is with my self
Cos I have grown to realize that
All we fight for we can live without them
I refuse to be a product of weakness
So take the championship and
spare me the competition
I need no weakness in my domain
My beautiful diamond where have you been?
Is it hard to search for you out and in?
I know you're not in the sky,
For you have no wings to fly
Yet hiding in a place away from my face
Is it too tough to reach to your place?
I dig the earth, i plough the field
Yet no sign of you to be reveal
Beyond the gold that pull me through
Away from the silver yet I come to you
I hold you once, and now you are gone
Was it my fault to what I have done?
Or was it my weakness that you said "we are done"
Oh beautiful diamond that shine through
Please come to my life I long for you
You're not a stone that I will throw
You're a precious one that use to glow
My heart is aching when you are leaving
I wish to see your smile that keeps me loving.
My frailty was a huge weight,
A burden I was unable to support.
But I mustered the strength to go on.
and they make my weakness into a strength.
My uncertainties and worries acted as a wall,
A wall I couldn't go over.
But I mustered the courage to press on.
And make my weakness the wake of my strength.
My battles were like a storm,
I couldn't control the temperature.
But I discovered the will.
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