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Marites Responte Poem
Life is indeed full of surprises..
Life is so huge to understand
It pricks us to cry, and lulls us to smile
Yesterday, we were full of love
Today, we helplessly fall out of love
It buoys us up to make the most of it
And be the best of everything
It is an endless maze,and faith is the only
banner of direction to destination
A gamble that we sometimes recklessly bet
Win or lose,we are up ready to try it again
A lesson, we ,most of the time, forget,
We do the same mistake, we learn and relearn
A pain, we get over with and yet, we find ourselves
being hurt again..
A trust, we willingly give away, but once
deceived, we can hardly give it back.
We build and rebuild it..
We sacrifice, we need to, to complete
ourselves through our loved ones' success
We hope like a persistent gale, failure may be
at hand, but we just don't stop hoping..
A choice that always begets struggle
to make us strong and be humble
We dream.We need an effort to believe in it
to get through and live through.
If life is so flickery to handle, then I must hold on to
the truth that I still live and live...
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Love knows no boundaries
Whether it sets where the rainbow ends
Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean?
Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun
Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean
Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley
No one could ever guess
Love knows no boundaries
Its language is appreciated by a generous heart
The work extends to the deprived and desperate
The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief
Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty
A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weakness
Love knows no boundaries
To forgive even how deep the wound sores
To expect the best what is around the bend
To look for fire when ember of hope is dying
To feel the warmth in the coldest night
And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might
Love knows no boundaries
It stays in stale air, to purify
It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes
It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor
It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again
It lightens the way when the road is long and
When the travel is rough
How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but
my human limitations incapacitate me..
My imperfections come short to describe a Perfect One...
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Life is like cooking
The adventure we launch is setting us on fire
Roaring into flames, risks, we always try
The hotter it is, the excitement we cannot wait
Aflame with passion, we endlessly pursue and create
The grease we need, to keep us afloat
The surface is slick, we tend not to sugarcoat
The youthful burst is something we don't trust
But we will be of what we want to be, till we crashed
To flavor it with spices and aromatic herbs
Are experiences we need to feel superb
Though at times they taste acrid or sweet
No choice, but to savor them between our teeth
Whatever is the menu, a mix of vegetables is healthy
The color of green, yellow and red can add vitality
All we need to present a well garnished story
As we place it in the plate of success and palatability
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Marites Responte Poem
Reading
The words claim me.
My mind gradually suspends
in the space of myriad events
that are circuitous or plainly clear
I follow every spherical twist
of plots weaving meaningfully
through the course of circumstances.
I balance the characters' horizontal
expectations that run skewed
down the slope of misunderstanding.
I climb up to their insurmountable
vertical ideas of conflict, groping
along the rope of confusion.
I am now delivered to the thrill
of confrontations, protagonist
uncovers the truth-dilemma
to the antagonist
Finally, I am pulled down
upon the grounds of forgiveness
and reconciliation.
The story wraps me up
into a euphoria of inspiration
or into a trail of expectation
to ask what happens next?
The words grip me.
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Marites Responte Poem
Rainy Day
One can be so lazy on a rainy day
Clouds so grey, sun is kept at bay
My world inside is as bleak as outside's
My mood, is but a subway train ride
Early to sleep, late to wake
Energy is low, I need a shake
FM radio plays my favorite love songs
Softly lull me to drift off or stare too long
Medley music from dance to romance
Prompts me to strut Buble's jazz stance
Few steps juice me up, a good workout treat
While Brickman's piano slows me, to a poised beat
Books to read, sprawling 'neath my head
Wishing, waiting, not one is read
One chapter tried, soon, I get tired
The story seems waywardly desired
Starving to death, diet screams in agony
I eat heavily to recoup my misery
Coffee for now, or chicken soup later
To boredom, I silently surrender.
Rain, you rock my thoughts to and fro
Either to stay still or endlessly complain
What this life has brought me in
Nothing to do but wait for tomorrow
The brighter day to take away my sorrow
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?How many perfect days have passed?
I could never tell the difference
Yes, it rained last night
Did it offer me smile?
Yesterday, the robust sun came out
But my room was as dark as it was
Does it matter?
?Today, the green bush slithers
against the wall of an abandoned lot
I know not a thing is left unpainted
green, green all over, summer caressing
Does it matter, winter is coming?
?The leaping of the day can't wait
The setting sun quickly disappears
Seconds turn to hour, days to years
Does it matter, if it's too late
?I may be healed tomorrow
Or probably, not
Yet, day after day, I'll live
It all matters..
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Silence
The unrehearsed prayer
muttered by the heart
that forms the words
and the mouth
that makes it heard
The burning lightning strikes
at a distant horizon
sparks the deserted way
Its neon glow shoots the stars up
The howling wind kisses
The snow draped meadows
Where the butterfly pauses
and listens..
The sluggish dew gracefully slips
along the ribs of a leaf
stops at its tip, clinging
tempting to drop
The migrant bird perching
the bare tree, searching
for pair tweeting and singing
The snowflakes tenderly fall
along the weathered quay
where waves are tamed and free
The listless swaying
of the pine leaves stirs
the spiritless white morn
in the snowy moor
The wishing gush of the streams
chants the tenderest lullaby amidst
the most challenging trek and trail
The brave moon in December
gracefully shows up its splendor
against the web of clouds
and unabated mists
The slumbers is perfected beneath
the cozy comforter where sighs
of weariness are forgotten
in its heavenly hug..
If silence is broken by my own chatter
all alone I am left not appreciating
the noiseless art and beauty that
tap my noisy heart...
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Marites Responte Poem
At times my world is foggy and nippy
rainy and droopy..
I am rolled in a niche of fickleness
My colors and glory may be blurred with mist
And my sun is shaded with grey
Or may shine brightly with temperate heat
I am wishing to stay long and nurture
this barren land with my fecund desire
Waking up in the first light of hope
When the world is reluctant for colder grope
I make your barn swells with harvest
From my garden of bounty wrought
By frenzy wind , gentle rain and
stormy nights..
All these scourges must I meet?
To strew your dreary trail with blazing
foliage hues..
And turn your frigid-melancholic confine
mirthful...
As time unfolds, my trees may be bare
and unsightly...
But limbs are bold and strong, fit
to stand the heaving harshness
of winter...
And have survived from muted desertion
and silent struggle...
Decayed proceeds of earth, I scatter
to bring forth spring flowers
and pleasure...
My landscape is always an inspiration
for lost and seekers...
to poets and writers...
I am always a delight in your wonder gape
Mysterious, short-lived yet haunting...
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The sun has slanted down west
The wind is balmy, oh. I forget it's spring
Twigs showing their clustered florets, beginning a bloom
Can't figure out why I decide for a walk
Must be the forecast, the weather is good
Now, I am here, joining the throng of people
Who looks forward, what the spring has brought
Their radiant smiles are real, not marred by winter woes
Waves of hands float like a victorious pose.
Greetings are expectantly warm and joyous.
Thankful, I come out and get the chance to meet them.
I am particularly dressed up in green and red.
At least, when the afternoon deepens, I may brighten the way.
Though the grayness still pervades, I will remain unfazed.
As sure as my limbs walk on this hardened ground
As strong as my arms swing along with the stream of air
and embrace the nobility of the moment
...I am free..
As long as I have the heart to appreciate these people
So long as I have the drive to join them
...I have hope..
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How many admiring eyes set upon you
And caught their breath to desire you
How many lips touched your fragile petals
And wonder how sturdy they were to hold
The freshness of the morning dew and swayed gently
in the harshness of wild windy tides
Your bloom spoke volumes of tunes in harmony
and complementary hues, unrivaled
Your sight was fashioned to give an undeniably pure pleasure
In the most calm and satisfying respite
Surviving gracefully to the ravaging rage of the change of season
Easing up the uncertainty of wilted pride in summer
Dormant yet strong to repose silently in winter
Yielding its simplicity in a most content way
Vulnerability secured under the proud pricking thorns
So fierce,so quick, so strong yet delicate
Faded she may look at times but her fragrance stayed
with endurance to my delight...
Oh! my rose, your grace
an inspiration
Your beauty,
an awe
Your purity,
a respect
Your thorn,
a shield
You are a creation, when mortals
mutter words of praise...
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