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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
My
breath
shivers under
a rug of loneliness,
a sleepy heart huddles
against such memories
of togetherness and not of
goodbyes, hating to disperse
the fiery rhymes of your lips,
as well as the warmth of its
sweat...tastes like red wine,
then it beats...and beats
gently, as it envisions
you, in an early
misty
s
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g
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
shallownaturexistence
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
amidst the green field
behind grandpa’s old brick house
lies a broken fridge,
unmindful of time passing
until my mom calls me home.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2010
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
You are, And I am,
The Body of Christ, Of an earthly man,
Purchased by His sacred blood! A sinner, living in iniquity!
Pure and precious in nature A presumptuous transgressor,
True riches and infinite wisdom Of divine teachings,
Can only be found in You! Of the Father--the Greatest King!
You are the light of life And I walk in darkness
To those who believe in righteousness For I'm led to falsity and deception
As they reside in Your blessed peace! By the sweet-talking parsons of lies!
You preached the gospel, I ignored your presence
To the GEM many came to listen, For my fixation was on seen things
But few are chosen! From which I gained nothing!
You saw the emptiness in my heart I was touched by Your noble deeds
And that You gave me invitation That I accepted Your call, gladly!
To be apart of You! And later, I found the truth in You!
You are in me and I'm in You! And thru the Holy Baptism, I am redeemed!
And I became a true Christian. In one spirit, we share our firm conviction
To those who seek the long and treacherous road towards salvation!
Sharing our gifts from Heaven could change one's life, forever!
For great fortune is ours, as we make life better for others
And for them to be called into the Supreme Church!
For truly, I will abide in the Holy Scriptures,
To constantly praise and worship God,
For I am, sure and without doubt,
An offspring of His unselfish
And everlasting
Love!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.
I cannot alter what God has planned,
nor stop sun to shine,
nor stop the rain he’s cast.
So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.
Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.
But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!”
You left me with his everlasting glory.
As time passes, I realize the greatness of
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly sip
the sweat of quill, like red wine of Mother Earth
that runs down the skin of my heart.
Down in the chores of primal things
I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh,
I know all about human arts, although I
dabble in the language of my adopted father; still
I know how to sketch
in my own words a lovely butterfly, fluttering
awhile in the night to say hello
and to kiss me,
ere on a fluffy pillow
of dreams
I close my eyes. My name is nothing special,
but honestly I am what I am… a poetry dancer, dancing
with emotions for my fictitious lover.
Author’s note: I wrote it in response to “The Invitation to Write”, by Gather
Essentials: Writing Challenge, based on Carl Sandburg’s poem “Who Am I?”
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
I sit, with deep contentment, by the window
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed
My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future
I have the feelings, but no words are spoken
When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone
Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair
I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching
White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling
While the golden sun has faded, into gray
I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling
In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows
Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows
As I eagerly wait for December sky
To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights
In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep
No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face
In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm
Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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Though
My
Nose,
Small
And
Not
Well
Formed,
Still
I like it
For I
Can
Smell
You,
Very
Lovely
Scent-
Your
Poetry,
Perfume
For my soul!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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Emotional me
is out from my verbose head
like a winter flower with
petals, so much like
hankies of a sleepless god,
to wave in such elegance
my charm over you,
again and again, ‘til your
smile, left to death by the strides
of your rococo
lover, is awakened and
becomes my choka poem
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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Ernesto P. Santiago Poem
We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day
That was numbing my patience
The bitter taste of coffee
Energized my words,
Fluttering like cherry blossoms of spring,
Right from my heart, timid, but with lots
Of rhyme to offer,
And it beat
Faster than the hands of time
As I looked at you
With your eyes, teasing...
And I almost forgot
To take my «I love you, Dad» kid from school
‘Cause of your Angelina Jolie
Lips that giggled my widowed soul
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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