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Below are the all-time best Glenn Sentes poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Pour Anything Into My Jar But Your Love Song

I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough
Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul
Cry me thrice, laugh me once
Leap more, tiptoe less
Break this earthen vessel if you wish
Just don’t leave a love song behind
For it will just maim a hollow tune
Like a broken violin in incandescent moon
Or a lone shell perpetually humming  
The melody of his unmet clam or hermit.

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The Inn

Sshh…
I can see it
Creeping behind the wounded paper
Fabricated in the surface of the wall
The wall. Yes the wall.
Countless stains embedded
Thousand images magnified during midnights
Raindrop stains transformed into wars
Inkblots turned into murder scenes
A dot of blood resurrected into a horrible monster
And the monster lives in the wall.
Now it’s peeking
Its mocking eyes met mine
Staring at me as if I have murdered millions
I suddenly felt numb
Yet I desired to crush it till it turns to a single dust.
I stepped closer
My body trembled
It didn’t move neither did it show an act of resistance
But instead, its red eyes glowed
And opened wider and bigger.
I closed my eyes hoping it would vanish.
I reached for a hanging portion of the torn wallpaper,
I tore it forcefully—
Mirror!





(an entrant in to the Luzon-Wide Press Conference back when I was in college, adjudged 6th Place)

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When a Gracious Lady Lights a Candle

Creatures of earth
Where do thou draw thy mirth?
Thou fumble through bed of roses
And flaunt thy jewels and dresses.
Then thou smile and chortle
But where do smiles go after?

I am a lady 
Voice little, inaudible.
Yet a prayer must not be loud
Not even like a tiptoe
Or the shingles of ornaments from Cleopatra’s neck.
A prayer must be as silent as that of the nativity scene,
As humble as the child in that manger.


I wish not of silvers or golds
Neither of clothes that mark differences
Nor cars that make distance
I desire of armor not for myself 
But for my son and daughters
That they may tread on life,
Free from evil’s snares.

I pray for an Evergreen tree
Planted on my husband’s heart.
For like that tree, love must not wilt nor fade.

I light a candle.

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Then Hue Lure My Being

Fill my craving with your zesty rind
In the mist of my longing, come splashing
Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles

Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?
Drizzle my windows with decorative light and
Melt your pot in that multihued bend

Be my condiment in this insipid snack
But preserve your liquiscent state
No! Not in the canister

Who says this dye belongs to Freud?
After you entice my eyes and tongue.
Then citrus filled my air now back to stanza one.

Orange
For Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word
Adjudged 3rd Place
Glenn L. Sentes

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Stop Fairytaling Me

I shall never fall in love with one who left her glass shoe
Neither will I ask your hand just when the poisoned  apple unchoke you.
Never will I dare marry one who in ages has been sleeping
Nor elope with a looong-haired damsel prisoned yet painting.

For there can never be a sweet fairy godmother
But mothers-in-law acting god and bitter!
And you tell me we shall live happily ever after
When you would not even taste that pumpkin in your platter?

Stop staring by your window waiting for your armored knight
He will not fetch you with his horse tainted white.
And will you please stop thinking those birds sing songs for you
Fairy tales are not meant for someone as unloving as you!

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Haiku of a Broken Dream

I will soar freely,
Hum songs to Everest but
Ne'r will I eagle.
















(inspired by a broken bird's egg seen on a plant)

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Valentineless Haiku

Sweethearts swarm like bees
Stinging my loveless core
sCUPIDity!




Glenn L. Sentes
For Olajide Adelana's STORY OF VALENTINE Contest
02-02-12

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Ode To a Canonized Oak

You stare as if you know
how my blood runs through my veins.

What wood are you?
Did you not come from a clan
of massacred trees
chiseled by an inglorious machete?

Were you the door that barred
the perils to our house?
Did you block the brutal sun from getting in?

Who carved you?
Was it not the rapist?
Was it not the thief?
Was it not the murderer behind the bars?
And you accuse me to have sinned
when all you do is mimic the fingers of your god.

Have you even opened those tinted lips
to mutter a prayer?

Why did you not dare to move
or tap my back when I opened my zipper?
Instead you feasted on my obscenity. 
Why can you not tell your god 
I attempted to fast?

Come!
Bleed and let these thirsty eyes witness your miracle!

Idiot.




©04-10-13

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To Summer I Plead

Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps

Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.

Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched. 

I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.

I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.

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The Gospel According To Mentor

Who else in this inhumane edifice
can dance while the suspecting eyes stare 
at his moistened armpit?
Pathetically unknowing music uplifts not just the soul but the intellect.

Who else got the fire in imparting?

or …

did theirs even start a single spark since then?

Who else brings out the best in these hopefuls?
It’s all the worse and worst that they see.

And you think San Pedro would be pleased
when you gloat you made all the priests, doctors, and engineers?


Woe to you who humiliate the chair by your indolent butts
while uttering kindergartenous blabbers you claim to be education!
Then you get all you want while tabula rasa remains tabula rasa.

And you
You  seated on the higher chairs!
Why don’t you trample down awhile
and put your cataracting sight to use
before it even brings you to the death of light.

Has anyone of you even heard what your god told to Pontius Pilate?
Ha! The you-have-no-power-over-me’s have always been impervious to you bigots!

And you say to your kin let me handle it.
When it is delayed and their impatience grows
you see they’ll leave.

Did you ever fret about deadlines
of bills, of matriculas, of debts? 
What do you feed to your clan? Feeds?

Get Ripley’s here!

Oh how divine to utter all the Fs!



An Entrant into Catie Lindsey's FREE VERSE TIME AGAIN Contest
©February 20, 2013