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Clifford Villalon Poem
I close my eyes
So I can see you
That I'm still in your heart
I clench my hands
So I can feel you
That I'm still inside of you
I rub my heart
To ponder... that you still care for me
I call my soul
To wonder... you're my home in me
You opened my eyes,
Covered and blinded
Under the dark skies
You softened my hands,
Rough and burnt
Under the sun that dries
You revived my restless body
And lifted up my spiritless life
You brought back
The smile in me
And laughter, long buried
Inside of me
You are my home
My heart and my soul
Wherever I am
I carry you with me
I walk in your footsteps
Holding my heart with your forceps
My strength in my biceps
My shield above my triceps
Your shoulder
Is my armor
Tempered with ardor
Your heart is my home
My heart that dwells in chrome
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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Clifford Villalon Poem
There's a river that never dries
People visit, swim on and cries
A river with water that fries
Under the sun, simmer and spies
A river that runs so deep
Your eyes don't see but peep
Waters of life that carry you and seep
From head to toe you beep
Skin of you never dries
Dive and swim under the skies
Shallow or deep, one flies
Over a river that speaks and never dries
"There's humor and thrill on waters like a bird's feather
Waters full of color -- action, drama, horror and comedy
like weather."
(Prosebite)
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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I am seated under a tree that sings
With my guitar on hand over one knee
The tree is singing with me with glee
And I keep on strumming where my heart clings.
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Clifford Villalon Poem
Shadow of a poet
Writer I never met
Voice of a poet
Words on hearts etched
Beyond the shadow of death
Heavens and earth wept
Shadow of life
In a poet's soul rise
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Masterpiece of an Indio
Legacy of one native Bravo
As I gaze at the piece
Memories of gladiators seize
Under the roofs of soft floors
Are bloodsheds on hard, scratched floors
Have you ever wondered
Why warriors are devoid?
Of worldly possessions unplundered
Die with swords unparanoid
Heroes or heels are subjects
Painted in oil, not Aztecs
Brushed and colored in blood
Mustache of a Maestro in a cloud
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From the Pearl of the Orient
A name was born without dent
A laureate in reticence
A paradigm beyond silence
Composer, poet and lyricist
Over four thousand songs on his list
Written and delivered so crisp
Offered to his countrymen without wisp
Love songs cited and laid for all
Men and women of good values enthrall
From the hearts vibrate with gentleness
Depths of melody blossom in tenderness
Christmas songs of the nation so immortal
Through the decades played and resonate with pedal
Pedals of piano, harmonica and instruments of love
Love for countless people cuddled in the breasts of dove
Sentiments of nationalism in his heart
Heart of a humble man from all hearts never depart
Simple life he lived with great philosophy in hand
Principles of equality and love for country so grand
Musician of leafs, so astounding in his wits
Talent beyond compare will never die in bits
His name is a pillar in the world of music
Forever a name so noble, anyone can sing with a lyric
A National Artist
A Filipino
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Anatomy of human structure
Poetry of nerves and impulses enrapture
Temple of parietal bone that beats
Carpal bone pleats
Integumentary system perspires
Nervous system inspires
Circulatory system pumps
Digestive system lumps
All other systems function
When poetry is not in sanction
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Ball moving around
Aiming at the basket so round
Shots made, near or far
Keeper of the ball, holding a jar
Endless thoughts of poetry
Throwing the ball in words of artistry
Buzzer-beater you write and shoot
Assist and hoop in the circle of moot
Lay ups you turn or twist
Long shots you write, release or miss
Out of the many words you pen
Fumble or great, you drive underneath
the basket of wren
Poems from your mighty heart
On the freethrow-line you dash and impart
Entries of undying perspiration
Tokens of incessant inspiration
Reminiscences of your works of art
Your poetry in motion never depart
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Colored yellow beneath the sunlight
Eidoloned by azure breeze of the sky
Covered green like trees of delight
Scented by wind and bubbles of lye
Corded in lamp that cools the night
Your heart throbs in counts of chite
Chortled in incense of kookabura
Quilted and freed from petals of Datura
Heart dipped in cherry blossom
Shaped in cleavage of ample bosom
Deathless soul pulsating forever
Your heart lodging idyllic and so tender
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If the World only knows...
It will see me as I am
If the World only knows...
It will feel me as I am
I asked myself once, "Who am I?"
I turned around and tell the World
"If you know me, you don't have to ask why?"
I walked around and was seen by the World
I closed my eyes for the World to hear me
I opened my eyes for the World to love me
I closed my eyes for the World not to judge me
I opened my eyes for the World to accept me
If the World will ask something of me
I am willing to offer it
If I can bring out the best in me
I will be honored to give all of me
If the World possesses everything within its reach
What more can I offer, except my endless care
out of my own reach?
Then the World said, "Without You,
there will be no more ifs"
"... I only exist because of ifs
and your soul's whiffs"
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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