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Krislyn Panugayan Poem
Stainless steel pot is bubbling
On top of the fire
Inside my tasty sour soup
Of onions, pork, yam
Tamarind and spice
A Pinoy
Treat!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2012
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The bright sun was scourging hot
Under the blue beach
I craved for sugared dessert
Of cold milk, fruits, beans
Jellies, on top of
My sweet ice
Cream!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2012
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Wrapped in dough like small flowers
Cuisine from the past
Filled fillings from all seasons
Stood the test of time
Sideline dish with tea
Ready for
Me!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2016
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I have spend three to four years with you, my friends,
Together we enjoy life as if it would never end.
But times will never be the same,
And God had not promised a constant day.
In our life, we must always venture the unknown,
Face the challenges and overcome our foes.
God had not promised a clear blue sky,
But He had always promised strength and light.
Our road of success is always near,
We'll reach it if we only try.
No matter how rugged and steep it is,
With faith and hope, we will survive.
See the world with our eyes and heart.
Listen to the wind of each passing day.
Know in this world that we have a wonderful part.
Give the world our everlasting love.
That's what make us deserving studenrs,
For the diploma that we will gain in the end.
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2016
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Summertime in Philippines
Where cart vendors park
Thirsty customers line up
To taste the cool fruit
Young sweet coconuts!
Pure Local
Juice!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2016
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He took my word
And walked away
I slammed the door
And let the future sway
The cold wind blows
Unbound to my fate
Destined to go away
Deaf to my crave
Years gone by
Our skin starts to rot
Age burdens our soul
Lives are tied in knot
This only time
Tears began to flow
Hands began to tremble
The wind again flows
I reminisce the past
Regret my future
I looked at the door
I shouldn’t have slammed it before
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2009
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She crept through darkness
In the graveyard she dug
Looking for her love
Her one and only love
Her heart pumps scarlet drops
As her eyes search for the sorrow
Of black birds flying
Soaring through the gray clouds
She walks alone
In an unfilled world
Trotting in the damp soil
That was once passed by zombies
Once there was a girl
So beautiful and fair
Her father told her
To learn and love life and death
Life is clear
But death is turbid
She met life
But now she had met death
Death is too dark to learn
Too sinister to love
Agonized by a dream
She walks alone…
Once there were two lovers
Untouched by entangled veins
Unbound by moist paste
They live within each other
They met life
But now they had met death
One has flew away
Leaving the other still entangled
A crow flew by a window sill
Over the head of a dark castle
It stormed
It rained
Within the fortress of torture
Lies a curtailed statue
With a mislaid heart
And a missing soul
It thunders
It lights
Crimson water flows like wine
Over the unfinished effigy
She walks alone
In the dark deep grave
Digging and digging
Wailing and weeping
After centuries of search
She found the life with no soul
She caught the crow flying
She found the missing heart
She uncover the puzzle
Of life and death
She sew her body with it
And bound it within herself
She started to sip on the crimson juice
She unplug the entangled veins
And gobbled it up like a grand gorge
While she sang her bleeding song
The material is finished
With nothing left but the frame
It then rained
Her heart stormed with pain
She walks alone again
On the empty damp earth
Raised her head to view the sky
And found the crow flying again
Years gone by
The frame rots into ash
She now found herself flying
But now, still with the partial bronze
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2008
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People everywhere gleam with joy,
As the jolliest season comes once more.
Gift giving thrills their hearts;
Especially a turkey on a Christmas start.
Beautiful Christmas trees stood on every homes,
As children sang jolly songs.
Kids tore wrappers to find new toys,
As adults rejoices over new breath of hopes.
Christmas really is a jolly season,
The ever wonderful season of the year.
It comes once every 12 months only,
So we must make good use of this year.
The greatest gifts on Christmas,
Are not presents of multiple lists--
Toys, new dress, books and pens,
Or even delicious meals serve on magnificent feasts.
Songs no longer warms the hearts of the evil,
Kisses on mistletoe serves no love.
Heartwarming "hellos" are not enough,
To be the greatest gifts on Christmas.
What people need is a true heart of love,
Enough for us to each establish unity bonds.
Peace on earth as an everlasting dream,
So joy and goodness shall prevail as Christmas springs.
Evil and darknesss will drown forever,
And light shall serve its reign.
War and hatred will be conquered morover,
And everyone will have a friend.
These are the greatest gifts on Christmas!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2016
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Crimson juice poured unto it
Cheddar toppings dripped
Scent of spice with veggie meat
Cooked slow, garnish neat
Macaroni treat
My Birthday
Gift!
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2008
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My tears bleed when I dropped the knife.
My eyes are dreaming seeing the image in sight.
My soul longed for me to burst a cry.
My life inside was drowned with fright.
This darkness I did was a plotted game?
Deep inside I think I went insane.
The nightmare I did ringed in my mind,
While my soul is sleeping dreaming the bright.
I hurriedly thought how to escape this plan.
But no, it still sang the song of my clan.
It opened the doors of hell upright,
And cover my eyes with jet black lights.
So I took the cord and the nooses give,
Thus my soul is stranded in a cliff.
I hold on tight till my last breath fleas,
Then I won't go to the cell under my knees.
Copyright © Krislyn Panugayan | Year Posted 2008
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