IucundusAmoris - Hello Poetry

Miss na miss na kita Ang aking minamahal Nang parang ito'y sugat Basag na salamin sa sa aking paa Nang nawawala ka Ay dinulot ng tuwa Kalungkutan, mabigat na bulsa At notebook na puno ng tula at minsan pera Noon ubos ang pera sa aking bulsa Piso, rosaryo, medalyo at picture mo Ngunit ngayon ay idinulot mo ang sakit sa bewang Parang may UTI o palo ang iyong dala Bulsa, pantalon at zipper Kinalimutan mo na ba? Kung gaano katagal na tayo magkasama? O minamahal ano pa ba? Mamatay lang ako huwag lang mahulog ang aking pantalon Buhat ang labing limang taon ng pagsasama Sinturon, nasaan ka na? (DEDICATED SA AKING ITIM NA SINTURON) MAY YOU REST IN PEACE KAHIT SAAN KA MAN

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC

IucundusAmoris

Sinturon

Miss na miss na kita Ang aking minamahal Nang parang ito'y sugat Basag na salamin sa sa aking paa Nang nawawala ka Ay dinulot ng tuwa Kalungkutan, mabigat na bulsa At notebook na puno ng tula at minsan pera Noon ubos ang pera sa aking bulsa Piso, rosaryo, medalyo at picture mo Ngunit ngayon ay idinulot mo ang sakit sa bewang Parang may UTI o palo ang iyong dala Bulsa, pantalon at zipper Kinalimutan mo na ba? Kung gaano katagal na tayo magkasama? O minamahal ano pa ba? Mamatay lang ako huwag lang mahulog ang aking pantalon Buhat ang labing limang taon ng pagsasama Sinturon, nasaan ka na? (DEDICATED SA AKING ITIM NA SINTURON) MAY YOU REST IN PEACE KAHIT SAAN KA MAN

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I was quiet And found that she left me with sorrow And that of lamentations bring And that smiles that even bring sorrow that even now would not even show its head I cried for her dear face that it may shine And grace that succored my time has vanished Into atoms and the particles that float in eternal space These no more I was alone and that which saw to my own doing Killed my heart and shattered my soul And found nothing to ponder upon but myself And that sadness left me alone forever And now rosas and sampaguitas bloom in the garden For I am the unworthy soil beneath such beauty Left untouched and now exists as it was THORNS

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC

IucundusAmoris

Thorns

I was quiet And found that she left me with sorrow And that of lamentations bring And that smiles that even bring sorrow that even now would not even show its head I cried for her dear face that it may shine And grace that succored my time has vanished Into atoms and the particles that float in eternal space These no more I was alone and that which saw to my own doing Killed my heart and shattered my soul And found nothing to ponder upon but myself And that sadness left me alone forever And now rosas and sampaguitas bloom in the garden For I am the unworthy soil beneath such beauty Left untouched and now exists as it was THORNS

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On this earth, nonetheless to desire A love unequal to the moon and the stars And dreams which descend upon me in the night Lift me to the Heavens and bring me before God

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC

IucundusAmoris

Love

On this earth, nonetheless to desire A love unequal to the moon and the stars And dreams which descend upon me in the night Lift me to the Heavens and bring me before God

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And He said to me: “My grace is sufficient for you. For virtue is perfected in weakness.” And so, willingly shall I glory in my weaknesses, so that the virtue of Christ may live within me. Because of this, I am pleased in my infirmity: in reproaches, in difficulties, in persecutions, in distresses, for the sake of Christ. For when I am weak, then I am powerful. I have become foolish; you have compelled me. For I ought to have been commended by you. For I have been nothing less than those who claim to be above the measure of Apostles, even though I am nothing. For what is there that you have had which is less than the other churches, except that I myself did not burden you? Forgive me this injury. Behold, this is the third time I have prepared to come to you, and yet I will not be a burden to you. For I am seeking not the things that are yours, but you yourselves. And neither should the children store up for the parents, but the parents for the children. And so, very willingly, I will spend and exhaust myself for the sake of your souls, loving you more, while being loved less. My grace is sufficient for you. For virtue is perfected in weakness.

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Jul 25, 2014

Jul 25, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC

IucundusAmoris

I Have Listened

And He said to me: “My grace is sufficient for you. For virtue is perfected in weakness.” And so, willingly shall I glory in my weaknesses, so that the virtue of Christ may live within me. Because of this, I am pleased in my infirmity: in reproaches, in difficulties, in persecutions, in distresses, for the sake of Christ. For when I am weak, then I am powerful. I have become foolish; you have compelled me. For I ought to have been commended by you. For I have been nothing less than those who claim to be above the measure of Apostles, even though I am nothing. For what is there that you have had which is less than the other churches, except that I myself did not burden you? Forgive me this injury. Behold, this is the third time I have prepared to come to you, and yet I will not be a burden to you. For I am seeking not the things that are yours, but you yourselves. And neither should the children store up for the parents, but the parents for the children. And so, very willingly, I will spend and exhaust myself for the sake of your souls, loving you more, while being loved less. My grace is sufficient for you. For virtue is perfected in weakness.

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You cannot judge me, dear fellow For I was and am to be Like the moon, stars and sun in the meadow Here in the great world of dreams. Yet when I slept, I saw Him beside me When I had awaken, I was alone And when I had died no more Ego sum dominus fati mei... Ego sum dominus anima et fati mei...

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC

IucundusAmoris

Vita Invictus

You cannot judge me, dear fellow For I was and am to be Like the moon, stars and sun in the meadow Here in the great world of dreams. Yet when I slept, I saw Him beside me When I had awaken, I was alone And when I had died no more Ego sum dominus fati mei... Ego sum dominus anima et fati mei...

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Intense pain, bitterness, sleeplessness and sighs, Sickness, moans, Lamentations and sorrows, Incessant tears, food and the strength of sorrow, Fate destined me, yes, you turned against me, and deafness unto me, O Heaven! I would prefer Death which is far more sweet; Embrace it O! My suffering soul, Express your desire, show your tangled hair, Call for the Beauty, the Beauty most cruel. Someone came with a broken wing; I thought it was Death and I fell... Yet it was not Death who came to succor me, nor was it Love, The Beauty, Who I adore, But was Hope itself smiling full of joy! **** me now for I am none And Death itself would find to hide its head And dear sorrow brings to lament upon my death Goodbye, love...farewell

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC

IucundusAmoris

Love, My Love

Intense pain, bitterness, sleeplessness and sighs, Sickness, moans, Lamentations and sorrows, Incessant tears, food and the strength of sorrow, Fate destined me, yes, you turned against me, and deafness unto me, O Heaven! I would prefer Death which is far more sweet; Embrace it O! My suffering soul, Express your desire, show your tangled hair, Call for the Beauty, the Beauty most cruel. Someone came with a broken wing; I thought it was Death and I fell... Yet it was not Death who came to succor me, nor was it Love, The Beauty, Who I adore, But was Hope itself smiling full of joy! **** me now for I am none And Death itself would find to hide its head And dear sorrow brings to lament upon my death Goodbye, love...farewell

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My Mother do not worry... In my heart Is a song that builds A silent church Lighted by stout arms Of candles, In my lips is a bell that spreads All the sounds of love. Reaching beyond the heavens; In my eyes is a star chipped from The halo of sun And embedded as diamond on that queenly Brow; in my veins are chords that hum a thousands melodies in awaited Moments; in my breath is fragrant as the flowers veiling your absence. A butterfly to these sighing leaves; In my fingers in touch, Spread out to revered doubts in chamber Of approaching darkness, sun, rain, wind And bird are one Earth and moistened seeds From my fragrant soul; All worldly gifts have I If only you're here beside me, My beloved, jewel and part of my poetic gifts. My Mother do not worry...I am still here with you.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC

IucundusAmoris

My Mother Do Not Worry

My Mother do not worry... In my heart Is a song that builds A silent church Lighted by stout arms Of candles, In my lips is a bell that spreads All the sounds of love. Reaching beyond the heavens; In my eyes is a star chipped from The halo of sun And embedded as diamond on that queenly Brow; in my veins are chords that hum a thousands melodies in awaited Moments; in my breath is fragrant as the flowers veiling your absence. A butterfly to these sighing leaves; In my fingers in touch, Spread out to revered doubts in chamber Of approaching darkness, sun, rain, wind And bird are one Earth and moistened seeds From my fragrant soul; All worldly gifts have I If only you're here beside me, My beloved, jewel and part of my poetic gifts. My Mother do not worry...I am still here with you.

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