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 Aug 2014 Judex Banzuela
Matthew
The art of the poet is showing.
Red hearts do not show a lot.
We can never improve without knowing
Which words work well and which do not.

So next time when words touch you,
Truly let the poet know.
If we 'like' and heedlessly rush through
Good poets will never grow.
A comment takes just a minute and means a whole lot.
 Aug 2014 Judex Banzuela
LS
It feels like
I've been alone for years
And she is so beautiful
It hurts.
 Aug 2014 Judex Banzuela
liza
beauty
 Aug 2014 Judex Banzuela
liza
she wasn't cute,
she was alluring.

she wore that chanel no five
and said that she only wore perfume to bed
but if you saw her nights,
you'd see her in her older brother's boxers
and a tank top with a few holes.

and her little harmless lies
were ****,
weaving their separate ways through
all sense that you ever had.

she was beautiful, in all the ways that
a person cannot be.
I love the number three
In all its numerology.
The universe,
Yes, every atom
Builds paragons,
With protons and
ons and ons...
Three illustrates our progression
As the sum of all before.
Our music finds accord
When three notes
Blend to chord.
Love and all we deem
Of worth,
Is here,
Third planet,
Earth,
Where life gives birth
To you and I and us,
Dependant on
Animal, ore and vegetation
To ensure regeneration.
We grew, grow and nurture
In past, present and future.
Our words, thoughts and deeds
Are civilization's seeds
For a wholesome, safe and peaceful life
With Faith, Hope and Charity.
My favourite three priorities:
Andrea, Maggie and Kathleen.
Now,
With the birth of Aine,
I'm in love with four.
My three daughters. Aine , first grandchild (Irish for Ann) is pronounced Onya.
Stupid me. I obviously had the wrong title.
What is wrong?
You don't sing the normal song.
Your tune is so off,
the words all seem so wrong.
You're losing your mind?
You're falling apart?
This can't be out of the blue.
Just when did this start?
What don't you understand?
I can't help, if I don't know.
                                                           ­           What is wrong?
                                                          ­                      I'm trying to explain,
                                                        ­                   and I don't know why,
                                                            ­           but I feel so very vain,
                                                           ­                what was the song,
                                                           ­            I used to sing?
                                                           ­             I'm trying so hard.
                                                           ­            I'm on shattered glass.
                                                          ­          I'm holding these rocks,
                                                          ­       no, boulders of the past.
                                                           ­       I cry out to you,
                                                            ­    but what could you do?
                                                             ­       I'm so scared.
                                                         ­               I'm not strong.
What is wrong?
Please tell me what's wrong?
Why are you scared?
I know, you're not strong.
I don't know how to save you.
I'm no hero, you know.
I'm trying so hard to help you,
but I'm stuck in the front row.
We all love you,
just please,
tell us just what is it you need?
So that we can help you,
and heal as you bleed.
                                                          ­ What is wrong?
                                                          ­     I've changed.
                                                        ­          I'm running from my life.
                                                           ­                I've lost that 'optimistic' me.
                                                             ­           Now who am I left to be?
                                                        Have I fallen like an angel?
                                                          ­           Or am I still on earth?
                                                          ­              Why is pain so painful?
                                                        ­                   Just when did I disperse?
                                                       ­                 Where am I,
                                                              ­        if i'm not here?
                                                            Somehow I just disappear?
                                                      ­            I'm unstable.
                                                       ­                  Save me.
                                                             ­   Save me.
                                                             ­        Save me.
                                                             ­         I plead.
                                                          ­    Tell me the answer I really need.
What    is    wrong-                                      with me?
I want you to take a moment
& listen to me.

When you're laying next to the one you love,
do you ever put your head up against
their chest, & listen to them breath?
If you haven't, you should.
It's one of the most peaceful things
you could ever hear.

When you're laying next to the one you love,
do you ever just listen to them speak?
I mean really listen.
If you haven't, you should.
Listen to how the words just flow from their lips.
It's one of the sweetest things you could ever hear.

Try listening to the one you love.
Take a moment & listen.
You'll hear things different if you do.
Trust me, I know.
I learned this recently.
 Jul 2014 Judex Banzuela
Jedd Ong
Breathes through
A broken lung,
Gray air slithering in like
A snaking, sneaking
Through the street gutters
And down into a seedy underbelly.

From above,
You can see overpasses sprawling
Like swollen organs—
Cracked pavement,
Wet cement,
Heavy traffic.

In the thick of things
Is where the real soul
Lies:

Children playing hide and seek in
Thickets of rain and mud,

Damp yellow teeth brightening
Ashen faces,

Light feet doggedly dancing.
Not my best, but it reeks of home, so...
 Jul 2014 Judex Banzuela
Delaney
An arbitrary
term, that's what a "best friend" is
The words mean nothing.
 Jul 2014 Judex Banzuela
Austine
Kumusta na raw tayo, ang tanong nila
Ewan, malay ko kung kumusta na nga ba
Tayo

Simpleng tanong na hindi ko alam ang sagot
Ano nga bang nangyari sa
“Tayo”?

Inisip ko ang nakaraan
Pinagmasdan bawat pagpatak ng ulan
Hinanap ang kislap
Ngunit tila hindi pa rin sapat
Upang mawari ko ang sagot
Sa tanong na bumabalot
Sa ating mga puso
Na pulos nagbabalatkayo

Kumusta na tayo?
Anong nangyari sa magandang kahapon?
Bakit sa aking muling paglingon,
Ikaw na rin ay nakatalikod?
Hindi ba’t iyong sinabi
Na sa piling ko ika’y mananatili?
Bakit sa bawat paglakad mo
Ikaw ay palayo nang palayo?
Hindi ba may usapan tayo
Na sa akin ka patutungo?
Nasaan na ang mga pangako
Na sinabi **** di mapapako?

Kumusta na tayo?
Ikaw lang ang sagot.
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