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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
Just drop once, when you happen to go by.
A tale they may count, mountains of my country;
Of paradise invaded and forests destroyed,
Of vessels adrift and sailors athirst,
Of savage hunting and extinction of the Dodo.
Witness to history stand mountains of my country;
Bloodshed, war times, hunger and poverty;
Settlers, slaves, coolies or expatriates,
They know all, who defiled in time.
Inert and helpless lay mountains of my country.
Waves of changes struck their homeland.
Forest cried but sweat fell with hope in heart
For making habitation in a newfound land.
Store of knowledge are mountains of my country.
They may tell you of slavery abolished,
Of unification of heart and mind and
The fight for freedom for a respectful life.
Beware, omniscient are mountains of my country
They may tell you of clean or dirty business.
Of unity in diversity or the fumes of hatred
Which burn dark hearts in the sanctity of homes.
Sages are to me, the mountains of my country.
From childhood to youth to parenthood;
Refuge they gave my helpless heart,
Blessed me when crossing overseas,
And were always here to welcome me back.
I love and respect the mountains of my country!
11/07/16
Contest: Mountains
Winner: 1st place.
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning my back;
Laser rays or his eyes…yes, he’s looking straight at me!
My hand shakes as I unlock my car;
I did miss the red light!
Thanks God, I’m safe home.
Some curses under breath bring back my senses.
But this night I’m not to sleep.
His eyes are not leaving me.
Gosh! I’m smiling and laughing foolishly.
My temperature’s rising!
I take a shower and refresh the wrinkled bedsheet.
First dawn, I sit staring at the fan.
Oh! I’m in love.
Heart longing, I’m there again
and again in the days to follow,
eyes thirsty, searching but for his eyes!
Placed 7 out of 10 for contest Free Verse about love by laura Loo
Selected as 'Poem of the Day' on 21/01/17
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
Love is the one-time experience that cannot be measured,
described or forgotten
while lust needs innovation to be boasted about and the other is dumped...
Love is the sensation for lifetime
while lust leaves room for others...
Love is hugged and to be lived with ever after consummation
but lust leaves you wanting for more...
Love fills you with a sweet sensation to be complete
while lust leaves you empty and drained with a hollow
in your heart and soul...
Love gives you a reason to live
while lust leads to self-destruction...
Love gives you something to cherish throughout life
while lust makes you bitter and revengeful...
Love makes you beautiful while lust makes you ugly...
And, Love makes you human while lust makes you inhuman!
1/07/17
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
A mystery for us mere human being to unravel;
B elief and logic fight over our world, all in confusion.
C ome stealthily, it does, while as busy beavers we wander.
D riven to sudden halt; surprise, shock and suffering grip tight.
E ssentials prop up from some dormant sector of the mind to
F ace strain and stress, in some old robotic approach once instilled.
G ot to hold upon, got to stand, got to function, as needed.
H earing and understanding are postponed until opportune.
I rony of life or mockery of fate; its own will to
J eer at our needs, feelings, state of being and expectation.
K indness, generosity and support shower from around
L ike lightness filtering in very long dark and gloomy night.
M esmerised we are of a display of crowding humane touch
N ever anticipated and evaluated in our
O rganisation selfish, to conquer,to build and to rise.
P artly wrecked, partly saved, we wade hard to breathe and to sustain.
Q uestions are many and answers less; in our everyday, they
R ecur, growing in number and torturing us with chagrin.
S omebody, luckily has to be here to listen, to share,
T o give some answers; family or friends, for us to pick up.
U nderstanding and accepting, all we are left with, to fill
V oid that keeps growing larger and larger while self confidence
W avers often; diversion from normal path of ours, repeats.
X enacious we are with willpower strong to rebuild upon.
Y ears of engineering; alas, some habits have to be dropped.
Z eal to live God's given life has to be gathered to move on!
25/06/2017
15 syllables per line.
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
Game of god or a way of life …
Fate left me so weak and tiny.
Forbidden love ; a trick of life.
Passion alights in brevity.
Years back , decision hard I made.
Game of god or a way of life …
A last kiss and goodbye I bade,
Shattered, I could not be his wife.
Lived in hope ; love has afterlife.
He came back to hold me in maze
Game of god or a way of life …
At my door he stood like in daze.
Patient! Time stood with nurse's word.
Ethic was fighting emotion,
His wife sat beside him. Absurd!
Game of god or a way of life …
30/07/16
Contest: A Love Lost, then found only to lose again - Brenda Chiri Caroll
Quartern: 8 syllables per lines, 16 lines, 4 quatrains with refrain
Honored: Poem of the Day 1/08/16
Judged 26/08/16 -Win - 3rd place, Glory.
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The cashier stops, lengthily examining a bar code.
I glance around at the growing queue, blindly.
I bump into him, behind me, and I apologize kindly.
I let him precede me, my morals climbing high.
He hesitates with three items, as if not sure which to buy.
I tend him a basket which he aloofly ignores.
Disconcerted, my eyes divert to the store's doors.
The cashier waits for the cash, visibly well trained.
He fishes in a pocket then empties another, unrestrained.
Some coins roll and find the cashier’s impatient fingers.
But she waits with smile fixed as he lingers.
At last he finds his notes, all bundled.
His shaking hands proudly tug one crumbled.
He peers at it and slowly returns it back to place.
Another he places, unsure, in hand tended with grace.
Suddenly he pulls it back, deciding it was not the right one!
Now this, he checks carefully; it is a larger one.
He gave it away, not looking very happy.
The cashier’s patience is waning, visibly.
But she amounts the cash and helps him as he packs.
Then he gets annoyed as his long bread roll cracks.
He halts and decides to break it into three; it goes into the bag.
The cashier turns with a bright smile to a queue in lag!
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All were gone in the gust of wind.
Not yet fully grown up into a woman
She was to leave home for a man.
What type of rules are they that bind?
Young girls to quit family for another
And before time, be already a mother.
None ever bothered to know her mind.
Before she could understand her roles,
Confined she was to daily filling of bowls
And nursing babies, to which she resigned.
One day, he died, taking his own life.
Blame she carried of being a bad wife.
Their boy and girl he cruelly left behind.
In hardship for a living, she was hurled.
Hoping her angels would change her world,
Night and day, she toiled blind.
One day, she slept such a sleep deep;
Her lovely angels forever went to sleep
As if fate had kept bad luck all aligned;
For an accidental flame to give them a skelp.
She did not hear them crying for help
While they burnt alive in room confined!
28/08/16
Contest:Best Sad Poem EVER - Laura Loo (Placed 2nd)
Based on a real incident where two adolescents burned alive last week
on the first floor. The mother did hear them crying for help but too late.
(Partly fictional)
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Crazy lovers; after each fight...a kid!
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.
An urge in her search, she questions.
A collection of stories in mind, she dreams.
In the storm of emotion, she discovers.
A thirst of her body, she quenches.
To be one unique among others, she hopes.
Security and warmth to be hers, she prays.
Illusion and reality is no different, she believes.
What’s hers can be snatched, she fears.
In the storm of time and norms, she struggles,
She is one, in multiple forms alas, she acknowledges.
Her very nature is not hers alone, she accepts.
She tends a hand to the other she, she feels!!
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Sunita U.Palawon Daiboo Poem
Two eyes to us, which way to look?
Astrology or Astronomy?
Beliefs or Facts?
The war has lasted so long.
One side, magic and on other, science!
Priests versus scientists.
Curse or phenomena rare?
Some praying while some rejoicing.
Event tragic or one festive?
The peak time: some cry in sadness
While so many are applauding!
Two eyes to us, which way to look?
Whichever side we look, keep our feet on earth!!
For Solar eclipse today 1 Sept 2016
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