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Best Poems Written by Sephus Zulueta

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The Naked Boy

Mama, I hate to wear
Big brother's baggy clothes. 
For neighbors know it well
That he looks better in those. 
Mama, I hate to wear
My Father's too-big shoes. 
I layered all too many socks
They still came out too loose
Mama, I hate to wear
Dear cousin's fancy coat.
It always smelled so different
Must be their fancy soap. 
Mama, I hate to wear
Uncle's long-legged jeans. 
I'll never be as tall as him
When he was in his teens.
Mama, please let me be
Though I look so small and thin. 
Please don't bury me in clothing, 
I feel right in my own skin

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Leaf On the Stream

A listless drifting,
A quiet being,
The lonely leaf on the stream.
From whence it came
Or what it's aim
All's lost a distant dream.
And as it drifted
At last it lifted,
It lifted into the air.
It freely soared
The stream ignored,
The stream of all it's care.
Aw'fully thrilled,
With wishes filled
The sky's never been so near.
In hopeful flight
The world set right,
There was not one to fear.
But woe!
The gusty blow
Could not forever stall
The fated scheme
Back to the stream
The leaf begun to fall.
A tap, a rippling,
It went on drifting
On the stream's incessant flow.
Who could discern
The wind's return?
The leaf would never know

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Poetry

Pour with will your molten soul
On lyric molds that is your art
Every beat of hammers bold
To shape, imbue, impart
Rhymes ring true in that honest forge
Your heart

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Disenchanted

I am as an infant 
Reaching
For the stars
Above my crib
Fascinated so
By shiny
A piece
Of metal scraps
And lacquered wood
Hanging 
By silver threads
On the lattice
Of the skies.

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Afloat

Afloat
Not drowning
In murky depth
Nor hover
A single wit
The darks below
The glares above
Keep still
Afloat

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Pride Enough To Beg

Now your crown lays broken
And your scepter duly snapped
Your feet so fleet now leaden
Your might of arm too, sapped.
Yet cling you to times due passed
And vainly hope for morrow bright
Your paltry breath would scarcely last
Sustained you still your burning pride
So quick to kneel and grind your head
To dust, so rightly blithe
Your noble soul demands be fed
Its wretched lust for life.

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Your Eyes, the Key

There I stood transfixed
Restrained by thousand regard
Your eyes set me free

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Gate of Waking

Who should console my soul forlorn
When traces linger of your grace? 
When wake I to a des'late morn
And left so pining your embrace? 

With blear of eyes, your visage fades
As sleep abandons me anon. 
Your form receding to the shades, 
And lo! I blink and you are gone! 

No truer love was there for me
Than love that was your gentle heart. 
And by our Garden's sanctity
I vowed that we shall never part! 

My eyes accursed to open so, 
And you not crossing past the gate. 
To where your essence cannot go, 
To where I suffer well as wake! 

Oh, that I may pluck out my eyes
As bribe to him who guards all rest!
And all the world of waking dies
As gain to me who gains you best! 

And never shall I see you weep
Amongst our Garden's deathless blooms
No eyes to ever wake my sleep, 
No gate to part us ever soon.

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If It Wasn't So Pure

You are candle flame inside a room
Unbothered by wind nor disturbed of air, 
Flickering not as if going out--
As fluttering of dewy eyes--
To flaunt your delicate virtue.
Yet I as a moth, still am mesmerized
By your quietude, so charmed 
By your indifferent gravity.
I would call it wiles
If it wasn't so pure.

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Dandelions

Remember summer in your blossom's weave, 
Betwixt them memories of warmer days. 
As you but dance yet with the summer breeze
And love untimidly beneath sun's gaze.
And revel yet awash in youthful grace! 

For long as summers burn and stars are bright;
Though virtues of themselves rebuff the cold. 
The frigid winters claim the earth, as right
As younger stars adorn night's fabric old.
Anon so wilt the blossoms as unfold! 

Withal, thy summer burns no quicker and
As short-lived as all beauteous things I know. 
Then dance, oh dandelion; understand
That to the breeze with all their wish you'll go
Your summer memories shall warm you so.