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Rosanna Llamera Poem
Tic, tac the clock said.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the sound of it.
Waiting for midnight to come,,,
Like waiting for someone important.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the clock said.
Waiting for the new day to come....
To someone especial being left behind.
Tic, tac the clock said.
Hoping a new beginning to come.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the clock said.
Children and adults tease,
For the clock of life is being tease behind!!!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2011
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The world is changing for the better
Waiting for a great time to strike rich
We don't wait for the hostile to crashed
We get out before then
A hostile environment is pity harsh
The transistion of human life is vanishing
Our world became hostile
People don't act the same
What was the changes?
A poor life style
People are struggling
Do not think the same
Less smile more pouting
Not appropriate for this life or another
We reach out but no one hears
Everyone deaf and blind
Amen
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2025
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I am a prisoner of my thoughts
I am a prisoner of my ambitions
I am a prisoner of my fantasy
I am a prisoner of their own culture
their own rules
their own rage
I am a prisoner of my own pride
my own hypocrate
my own dreams
I am a prisoner of my own act!
my own rakelessness
my own life.
Set me free
Set me free
The prisoner
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2013
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When I looked at the window
I see the outside shadow.
The bright light of the sun
and the bright light of the moon
at night time too.
The sky is so bright
the weather is very cool
the atmosphere is far more to reach
the wind blows as hard as it could.
To give a cool weather and bright day light.
And leave a very cool wind blows and felt
the sea breeze at noon even in a very hot summer time.
When I looked at the window
I see the sky the white clouds form like cotton in the sky.
The rain pouring,
the wind blows the white clouds become a smoke clouds
in the sky. Followed by the rainbow to stopped the rain
from pouring and the bright white clouds came again.
And that's how I notice when I looked at the window
every time. And I didn't realized it is a day time.
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2014
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A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To kept me going,
To kept me active,
To kept me satisfy my thirst!
A cup of coffee is what I have to prepare everyday:
To drink,
To kept as a rut,
To felt the taste of a good coffee everyday:
No lies,
No alibi,
No trick.
A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To kept me company,
To kept me active,
To kept me from sleeping!
A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To satisfy my thirst,
To taste a good coffee,
No lies,
No alibi,
To kept me company as a rut;
of what a beautiful day everyday
Amen!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2013
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An arts is a genuine thoughts by an artist.
A remarkable works of every human,
who are gifted with the said work of arts.
It inspired by the million of people around the world.
It is a master piece to others.
But a pure gift, skill, and talent of mine.
It is my inspiration, my challenge,my passion.
An arts it will become a gift, or a skillful work,
of every individuals who have passion of it.
A passion of making things from the innermostly!
A genuine thoughts of every person of all ages.
A challenge to mandate your mind to draw a line,
who can bring huge impact in the society of today.
A promising thoughts of a gifted mind!
An arts, a master piece of all ages!!!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2012
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The flood of life bring sorrow
Mind become empty in a moment or two
Calling for perspective on the event
Almost forgot what's the most important
in that moment of time
The flood comes slowly
It kept deeper and deeper
Get out people your present was not need at that moment
Get going find a higher place
To settle down till morning.
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2025
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Cold weather
Rain pouring
Woman sleeping
Black bears watching
A miracle happens
A young woman safe sleeping
The black bears staring
What a good story to tell
Amen
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2025
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The house made of glass
Feel naked in the human eyes
It is so bold it is transparent
The facade full of inspiring flowers
The lights in each corner and the waterfalls
over view the place of happiness
And the clear blue sky
Stays calm warmth touch
To the universe distance
Full of joyous presence
And shouting for great freedom.
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2025
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The sorrow came from heart
Appearing to my face and emotion
Try to hide it
But the cut is so deep it shows to my tears
Dropping down to my cheeks
Wishing it could be different
But luck was not present at at this moment
Where are you luck?
Why are you not here?
What are you doing at this moment
Hiding from me?
My life was bitter
Looking for something new
That ease the pain that I feel for quite sometimes
The paradise was far yet
Wanting to go there
And embrace the new journey of a life time
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2025
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