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Santiago Azarcon Poem
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If I can just spread my arms
and embrace my students
when they need help.
If I can just see all the things
that they do to remind
them with love.
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If I can just protect them
from the fangs of danger
and be their hero.
If I can just be the solution
to all weariness and cares
they encounter.
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If I can just read their minds
and know what they need,
what concerns them!
If I can be a meaningful word
that encourages them
all the time.
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If I can just be their dreams
that can be easily reached
and be fulfilled.
If I can just be their footsteps
that lead them always
to the right path.
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If I can just be their conscience
that prevents them from doing
unacceptable things.
If I can just their tongue
that speaks rightfully
and uncorrupted.
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If I can just be their cell phone
that sends love messages
rather than hate words.
If I can just be the internet
that diverts bad desires
to an educative websites.
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What else could be the effective tools
I can just be in order for them
to be better persons
each day?
I can just be their humble teacher
to pray for them earnestly,
to shield them all the time.
I can just be their prayers!
Copyright © Santiago Azarcon | Year Posted 2010
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Santiago Azarcon Poem
Worthy of love, unbreakable togetherness, and lasting compassion would have been instilled
strongly in the vessel of thirsting heart and unstable mind of a child.
But, why soup of hatred, a platter of pale love and a bowl of spoiled unloving thoughts
are laid in the niche of the child’s sprouting character?
Family ties were untied by a father who neglected his pure actions and encouraging words
and translated into unspoken greediness and unnoticed carelessness of expressed thoughts
that form the growing character of his son.
The family bonding is disbanded by a mother who works in the scope of her comfort where
eyes and mouth are only the weapons of her love and care for her curious daughter and for
her wandering son.
A father who offers a well of gold and silver, a mother who clothes sparkling dress of
worldly wealth to her offspring!
Their children have worn ever the brightest smile but not for a while,
The pleasures of their tongue were satisfied but not their hearts.
Corruption begins at home.
It creeps to the nerves of the heart of your son.
It envelops the innocent soul of your daughter.
For every dishonest word that is pronounced by the indifferent father,
For every unchecked actions that mother has imposed,
Are a sure lifetime shaper to the values and character of the children.
Family brings serpents of corruption in every corner of the home.
It blows very hard like a destructive wind of the storm.
It is like a starving lion that preys on the flesh of good virtues and leaves nothing but
dead soul!
Father, Mother, May I appeal to your deepest conscience and understanding!
May you be vigilant and be watchful of your actions and your ways of life!
Your most beloved children are at stake in the breaking and making of their character!
Copyright © Santiago Azarcon | Year Posted 2010
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Santiago Azarcon Poem
When the road of life seems to be thorny and rough,
When the darkness of the path seems to be endless and tough,
Don’t lose the fight.
When love ones and friends seem to be ungrateful and unkind,
When their hearts seem to be uncaring and their notions seem to be
misunderstanding yours,
Don’t lose the fight.
When the shadow of hope and the blanket of weariness abound,
When the drop of happiness seems to be pouring the lake of loneliness,
Don’t lose the fight!
When the grief of tears seems to be shedding with hopelessness,
When the deafening and outburst of your weeping seem to be unheard,
Don’t lose the fight!
When problems and trials seem to be the overflowing river,
When the ocean of solutions to your cares seems to be a desert of drought,
Don’t lose the fight!
When the flock of your neighbors turn you down,
When the deepest part of heart seems to be pierced with the knife of ridicule
and punctured by unfair judgment and heartless words,
Don’t you ever lose the fight!
When everybody is out there yet nobody seems to be there for you,
When you need someone to lean on yet a couch of stones and a slippery wall of uncertainty
seem to be offered to you,
Don’t damn yourself and lose the fight!
God says, “Hang on my child to the thread of hope!’
“I am the light to your winding road,
I am your Mighty Protector,
I am your FOREVER bliss,
I am your SOMEBODY standing by!”
Don’t Lose The Fight.
My humble servant,
I am just behind your fight!
Copyright © Santiago Azarcon | Year Posted 2010
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