Love apart

As the vision of you appeared in my sight

I embraced my pillow so tight

And prayed so hard due to fright

Cos I dread another lonely night.

Sleepy eyes thanks for coming

Let me dream to stop this endless longing

Make it wonderful I keep on hoping

For my man whom I am missing.

On with the dreams do not make it fast

Only here we are together and not so apart

What my heart longs for what else do I want

That dream will come true and will last.

At least we can have more time to share

Then I can show my man how much I care

Protect him from the cold nights by warm embrace

And let him get over with the emptiness.

Perhaps this way we will have  each day

To just sit down and us will stay

And I will not be in a hurry to say

How much he really means to me.

Then I realized I am only dreaming

These wants keep me wondering

Because they say love is never demanding

But then again I am still wishing.

There are times when things go wrong

Just teach me to be faithful and strong

For it is hard to be apart

But man you will always be in my heart.

The question of life

Life an enigma

Tiny fragments shattered in space

The question is:

What is the wholeness of this?

Life is a mystery

Full of doubts and uncertainties

The question is:

Will there be solution to this?

Life is a journey

So many directions to take

The question is:

Where will it lead?

Life is a beginning

To whatever is ahead

The question is:

When will it end?

(sometimes we wonder about the cycle of life, our lives, where we going, what direction to take, or just are we just gonna go with the flow?..thats hat this poem is all about..my questions of  life)

Child abuse

An act that is obscene

A child, another victim

vulnerable she is

Assaulted by a beast.

A life destroyed

Who is to blame?

A selfish beast

He cares the least.

What a shame

Child in pain

A guilty beast

He commits a sin.

Child was forced

To satisfy a beast

Sadness she feels

Evil she detests.

A wound inflicted

It is hard to mend

Dreams were killed

The future is bleak.

Cruelty

The beast, he does

But why to a child

She is unworthy of this.

  (inspiration: child molestation I saw on tv)

Standard of life
Outcast in a society where discrimination prevails
It is a poor principle that I detest
I ask you do u agree?
So sad If you are a victim of this.


Attractive is when you are pretty
Suitable you are if you have the money
Recognized if you are a cumlaude
Commendable the moment you stepped out from a university.

Why do we have to conform?
To a standard that is corrupt it ruins our lives
Why should pretend to be somebody we cannot be
It will just deprive our capacity.


I am poor no richness in me
I am broke I do not have the money
I am just but a humble being
Believe me goodness it is in me.


The peril is always present in our minds
Intuition is not always right
Do not be guided by a wrong standard
You have a choice you make it right.

for papa

he is a man of few words
he speaks only when his opinion is needed
but when he does, the crowd listens in awe
he is in authority, he strucks them and he is respected

his decision is powerful the people follows
he knows what is right thus initiate it
his wisdom is vast it must be from God
he lets his people know and so they gain

he exudes with compassion and kindness
anytime anywhere he can be counted
he is a fellow who went through life miseries
he, that is why symphathetic to peoples needs

he is an ally they may be rich or poor
he does not judge a person at all

he is a pleasing personality very adorable

he is well loved by his people

he is strike by those who envy him

he stands with confidence they cannot down him

he is patient to those who condemns

he is controlled nobody disputes him

he faces problems that come his way

he takes all these as challenges to overcome

he is compose and not shaken

from the peoples pressure that is laid on him

he is a leader they trusted him

he is our papa we are proud of him

he will be gone but will remain

in the heart of the people

whose lives were touched by him.

(words are not enough to describe how good as a person my papa is..sometimes i would listen observes and watch him not as his daughter but from other persons perspective..listen to what he says like his friends does, observes, like how people who comes to our house might been watching him.. or just living or at least trying to live with the advices taught by him..daughter or not..i will still get the same impression..he is a character..a good character.. I am so proud of having u as my papa and thank you for imparting to us so much that will serve as guides throughout this life)

ron, arian, ian

A mother is happy to see
A baby born on this day
In a cradle there he lay
An angel sent to the family.

A baby so tiny, he is amazing
The hands so little, a wonderful thing
A beauty, he is breathtaking
Joy and happiness to a mother he brings.

The wailing is music to a mother’s ear
His smile, it is an inspiration to bear
Touch is genuine feels warm in the skin
Love and caress express from within.

Baby so peaceful and calm
Breath so soft, the mother can’t help but notice
How can a mother refuse a blessing like this
A baby is a miracle let live.

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senti lang..

What is this I am feeling it is just so odd
To a man he is poignant he affected me much
Day and night he is always in my mind
Like a dream that is been haunting me inside.
How could I forget the first time I saw him
He is like an adversary that is why I feared him
He stands in salient from the distance I watched him
His glance made me panic and got lost of him.

Out of nowhere the man walk up to me
My heart beats faster, he weakens me
He held my hands and gave a nonchalant smile
I concealed my feelings I need to hide.

One day he admittedly told me there is no chance of us
For love will just complicate especially his life
He said he does love me but his eyes tells otherwise
Truth is never part just to free me from his love.

My man how can I get over you?
With this love I am feeling for you
I tried many times to forget you
You keep coming back please let go.

brokenheart

A love so pure it was so right
It feels so good right from the start
But swear to God if we never stop
It would only give us a broken heart.
What is the point of staying in?
When denial, betrayal, insecurities sets in
The hatred in our hearts will give more pain
Forbid the love it is just so vain.
The love we have is a make believe
Eternal we both wish for it
Forever is the word that we had promised
Though from the start we know it would be never.
Losing you will not be easy
Part of you will remain in me
This relationship saddens me
Why it have to end this way.
Lost love nowhere to go
Broken heart how can I mend you
Relationship would I regret?
When everything was just a make believe.

war

Bomb strikes again
Blood spurted everywhere
A loud outcry, listen;
Body tormented
From a war staged in.
Evil surge in the veins
In a gunshot state,
A helpless victim
Have mercy end the suffering
And hostility among men.
Cowardliness is out of bounds
Compassion is extinction
Infamy an accepted thing
Guilt, no room for it here.
The blaze, it is burning high
Mad world, rage is desire
Chaos, confusion, hell on earth
WAR, life does not deserve you at all

(the inspiration of the poem was a scenario of the iraq war I saw on tv..the chaos the loss of lives..everyone is in the losing end in war)
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Nightlife in the city

The night is dark the street lamp lights

People wake up,  life is here

Lady in a room so sweet in a dress

A glimpse in the mirror getting ready to leave.

The sounds of horns from the queue of cars

The twinkling lights are fascinating to see

The smoke of the cigarette smells good to her

As if inviting so the lady steps in.

The band is playing the crowd is cheering

The yuppies and ladies everybody is buzzing

They were all laughing ,chatting and dancing

Because the booze was groovy on them.

And there the lady in the corner of the room

Alone in the crowd but not in the dark

The stillness of her mind in a chaos world

It is a wonder to those who see.

The band has stopped dawn begins to fall

But then the lady she wants to ask some more

Is this the life that I wanted to be?

I hope a better one is ahead of me.

Tomorrow will come and the sun will shine

It will bring light and life to a new day

As the lady walks out in the darkness of the night

She smiled with hope to welcome another day.