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Maris Warrior Tuazon Poem
She's been dreaming of
a beyond compare life,
like Mayon volcano's
stunning shape,
but this just sickly sticks
in her bold eyes
while staring at
the fabulous view
that she's been painted
perfectly
for decades, to be the best
yet only turns into a
scary sketch.
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flapping bats
drop on people’s toes
pleading
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morn drizzles--
falling on daffodils
murky-sweet scent
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...a dried leaf
floating in a
circular ocean.
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I throw a coin,
murmur my wish,
it's twirling while going down,
like it has ear that can hear
a dancing sound nearby.
I'm shocked and shook my head,
'coz the coin comes back
and says:
"Ouch! You hurt me!"
"The well has no water!"
I wipe my sweats,
suddenly spank my face
to make sure I'm not sleeping,
why the coin speaks?
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The lonely letters that
my tired thumbs are typing
on my cellphone know how
my heart breaks, bits by bits.
The silent ceiling, the white
bulb seem like telling the
carved cabinet to show their
sympathy,
while the walls,windows,
and electric fan
whisper the green curtain
to sway a little for me.
My blanket and pillow
are showing their support too,
they want me to feel
their softness as my comfort.
They are the allies of
my sorrow, no senses,
but they can feel, they
can clearly see
what I've been through.
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A guy sat beside her
in the jeepney, then read his book.
She looked at the cover,
he threw his glance at her--
their eyes met...
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their disdains still linger
in my mind they are mean
but slowly i let it loose
with squiz on the mirror,
i can hear myself humming
of Christina Aguilera's
song, i am beautiful no matter
what they say... i sigh
my voice bounces back
like Apophyllite crystals
sparkling in the midnight
as i catch every breath
of my jaunty jiffy
i dance the beat of salsa
in the terrace 'til dawn,
under the moonshine alone
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The sound of morning
mizzles,
brings laziness in my
half closed eyes,
the car engine whirs in
the garage that
awakens my senses,
while drones of the bees
and birds push me to stand up.
The hoots of the monkeys
in the woods,
with flying brilliant colors
of butterflies,
those mild touch of the
waft waves on the beach,
bring spectacular radiance
in the middle of my
emptiness.
A little paradise
that dumps the agitation;
and gives my body
a composure from lassitude.
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I intend to be silent--
Not to say a word
'Coz if my mouth starts to open
And my tongue begins to argue
I can see a flaming fire
Everything collapses
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