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Tita Halaman Feb 2022
Some moments, some days
Scared, we are to him
He, a path maker building towers
Dribbling battles, catching hurt
Writing our next chapters, word per word

His unheard laughs, his unseen tears
His grateful heart, his firm power
He, a light seeker lifting us like a king
A man who can lose for us to win
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2022
Enraptured with flames, here I stand
I’d lick the shame built by eyes tricking
Visions tempting to suffocate, to bury bliss under
Them seeing light as a phase, a never forever

Yet why here, I stand still like a brawny brute?
Blazing courage, a burning gritty pursuit
Drifting cosmic hues, flowing boundless gleam
How come to love, is now a sin?
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2022
To be here,
Bathing under sunbeams
Stirring hues aloft our dreams

To be here,
With a cup of courage, a cup of care
A cup of warmth, we both can share

Years and years, smiles and tears
To be here,
Always
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2022
How true?
Today’s fear’s today’s tears
Scared, but I’ll let it flow
From my fiery eyes, dripping low
It’ll fall, it’ll water
Tomorrow’s gardens, tomorrow’s flowers
Fail again, fail better
Learn, persist and be luckier
A poem for a commissioned painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2022
Like her,
I’ve never been finite, never been limited
I outstretch, I outreach and I know I’ll win it
Yet, like me,
She’s crying behind locked doors too
Letting tears, help her get through
Granting hurt, just seconds to waste
Then rise back up, like a phoenix with grace
Then I’ll wonder how pretty? I’ll wonder how fiery?
Playing my cards, dreaming
Next to an alpha lady
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Dec 2021
You know I give so much
Though not much was given to me
You know I feel so much
Though not much is what you feel
They’ll never give back what you give
I never complain, I never speak
Yet sometimes I ask
Am I unlucky?
Tita Halaman Dec 2021
“Hurry up!”, the blue world saying
Yet when love dives deep, none will be drowning
Beneath the hues, it’ll set your soul burning
Side by side, you’ll find life’s worth living
A poem for a painting
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