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Karlo De Leon Poem
I
I looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.
II
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”
III
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”
IV
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”
V
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”
VI
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!
-oOo-
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2011
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Oh summer sun’s dusk, the last of its kind!
Now season to tame the bloom that was wild,
Dyed leaves in the air and their rushing sound,
Go dance in the wind like flares in the ground,
This time it’s his time to wither and die,
This Tree that stood straight front my window by,
Those summers and springs while all looked up high,
It hinders my sight- see Venus in sky,
But now it’s his time to wither and die,
This tree that stood straight front my window by,
Now I am among that can cherish her,
Gone in my perspective- all the Tree’s blur,
I saw her meet the leafy winds of fall,
And through the cold her grace and beauty crawl,
This winter and fall we all looked up high,
At last so I see, I see her in sky!
But this spring had sprung along with its bloom,
The tokens of past are the guilt and gloom,
Rise in its remains front my window by,
Hence there I had gazed my loss as I cry,
“In the humid air as drenched earth below,
Down to his shade where there I was spared so,
And back the days where my peace was at stake,
The anger I shared- these all for my sake,”
For those where his deeds whom I had seen least,
They all were unveiled as now he’s deceased,
So here I see forth- winter! Oh its grief!
Dyed are in the air; last sun’s gloomy leaf,
Shame! Fool, I was fooled. Sweet lies in her hands,
Thus so I’m to look his corpse where this stands…
Front my window by. Radiates those good nights,
I send my rejects to all her invites!
-oOo-
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2010
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1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves,
You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves,
And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt,
For only those mine could feel the well-built!
2 Hence I, with my will, put bars in the wind,
That is in the bourn of ‘prison’ herein,
But daybreak along broke with stranger fires,
Left frozen be this heaven where it gyres,
3 Seemed nothing less now, my fury was lit,
By those flames that ate my paradise’s seat,
Your presence and will have shined through that fire,
Vile as to sing with the underground choir!
4 Yet in my dark thoughts, spread light of what’s true,
That rooted in you for Wisdom’s with you,
Ruins of Great showed it was but a door,
Whose sill was a threshold leading to more,
5 Beyond grand onset, the path I know tread,
I know you did craft by each thread by thread,
That somehow cuts through the proud earth above,
And if I shall, this must lead me to Love,
6 Thus lifeless, lifeless, indeed you are one,
For this ultimate, you bade it begone!
And let it unite together with mine,
Whom mentored me so to age like a wine.
7 What more can replace the love that you gave?
For this one shall never have its own grave,
Until I can reach the terminal east,
Then I’ll be those beasts in hatred who feasts!
8 Yours do have outstood all among others,
Revealed in springtime, in its young flowers,
In summer: the ocean; pastures of fall,
And playful flames through the winter spell’s call,
9 Passion and concern, more likely divine,
The best that did lay, they all in you twine,
Hence I’m grateful but to one entity,
Of life only spent in eternity…
-oOo-
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Grateful, Oh grateful, we do are grateful,
For this year you made merry and peaceful!
And you have been most humble God’s vessel,
Of love and concern- these all in you settled,
Joy to the angel, form of a mentor,
You made our knowledge to heaven’s sky soar,
You made our souls as pleasant as flowers,
And guide us through the rest of the hours,
Blessing you are to a grammar school’s life,
That departed us from times of great strife,
Alike Dark Age seemed endless as a wreath,
It is you that served as Elizabeth!
How honored we are to have such asset,
Would fail you not like the falling sunset,
Grateful, grateful, we really are grateful,
For this year you made merry and peaceful!
You are the salt in everyday’s dishes,
Every great cook shall have in their wishes,
The crucial pinch in our every day hence:
Without you, a day will have less its sense!
-oOo-
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2010
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FACT I:
That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
FACT II:
That we do not have control over atoms.
AND THUS,
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2012
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Narrator’s View I
1 Day I was born, I have questions my own,
My heart and my soul would willingly ask,
But I’m all vessel with Innocence’s crown,
Nor these are normal, new born’s hourly task
2 Likewise a tree all in island alone,
I was dwelling where in all I know least,
Doing nothing’s all I can do but mourn,
To the answers I seek, stilled in the mist,
3 And to come with the time where I can gaze,
Upon those clearest of lights from the sky,
I saw the world painted most joyful days,
And details of sadness that made me sigh,
4 To wander, to seek, my eyes were then fixed,
To a Place where all seemed painted the same,
And then my heart whom drummed as if
were tricked,
Did spoke to me from the other side came:
Song of Reality
5 To you I greet and welcome to this world,
Land of Reality, seen is adored!
Come herein we give treasures of doses,
And golden beds with cushions of roses!
6 We walk upon the sands of truth and real,
To where are path, the moon-left waters seal,
And when the light of dark had fetched the East,
The waves refine where no marks left to feast.
7 And to our west, the greatest River flow,
To where we behold its rushing sorrows,
No dates we ever face the current’s root,
Ahead are vultures dancing on their loot!
8 These dreams of men that rule many a month,
Destiny and time’s harmony shall grant,
But these the sea and sky had owed to make,
Meet at horizon—illusions are fake!
9 For all these are good if summit attained,
But failure achieved, crude hope still remained,
All trials and works will product to naught,
Unless the sea and sky—together brought.
10 This is the world’s nature, fruit of God’s will,
Older than the first stream of lights he seal,
That this nature, to the man’s realm must live,
All men shall receive, to smile or to grieve.
11 No gods are we to change all everything,
To make the crows cry, to make the snakes sing,
Sorrow and sadness the world has to grow,1q2
But all feel comfort, the great River’s flow…
... Stanzas 12-22 on Part 2
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2011
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Karlo De Leon Poem
1 My fellow, my friends,
We are gathered in ends
To our formerly path
Of individuality
And each one share now
A lane of their road.
2 Oh, the array
Of trails we display
I view them all,
As gold threads sewed
In the clothing of Awe
3 For I am aware,
Hence we shall beware,
That even majestic architectures,
Do hold the prone to be clawed
And be designed by those
resting black crows.
4 Every walk we tread
We are getting not far
To be gathered again
Then bid bitter farewells
Going farther towards,
5 The love that linked
Our paths from the past
This do not deserve
to be compared
For ours are the best in its kind!
-oOo-
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Narrator’s View II
12 These words are the last, left by the wisest,
Whom spoke to me from the other side came,
All my thoughts were crumbled to its smallest,
To a state where it differed from the same,
13 To wander, to seek, my eyes were then fixed,
To a Place where all seemed painted the same,
And then my heart whom drummed as if
were tricked,
Did spoke to me from one other side came:
The Statement
14 To you I greet and welcome to the world,
Of light and hope all came from the Real World,
Come herein we give treasures of doses,
And beds coated fine petals of roses,
15 Turn sights to the east, the greatest River lies,
The dreamers, the hopeful, where they arise,
Grows at the footprints the riverbanks hold,
Great trees that soar high, great trees that are bold,
16 Yet then we must walk the River ahead,
But to help, it streams to the past instead,
Dreams must go on with bravery of more,
Shall nature’s force was once rejected for…
17 All torrents and streams of bodies that flow,
Rivers and falls’ destination’s below,
All water will never to mountains go,
But fall from the cliffs to lands of the low,
18 Shores of the West and all beyond the white,
Field of loneness whose bluish white so bright,
Plummet and seek the sights of its beauty,
Or drive the humble raft to the city.
19 Drawn to this world where the artists are we,
To cherish God’s gift, free will it shall be,
Its pen thus we hold, it holds and it tones,
The ink of success that live long with stones,
20 Wise men and their minds, their view is just strange,
For change is nature and nature is change,
But not into thoughts your works will be less,
For all it deserves: frustration; distress…
Narrator’s View III
21 These words are the last, left by most hopeful,
Whom spoke to me from one other side came,
Thrilled to the rage of twilight so fruitful!
Known to the fact: later night will do tame,
22 Seek for time, from the Mirror I supposed,
The clock gave me the answer to it all,
Its fast-paced hand runs east—one faulty posed,
A realm will not move, nor move its men’s call.
-oOo-
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