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marvin m brato Jan 2016
Life is short, is a fact.
Then why medicate to extend your suffering?
Is it worth the time when you struggle alone!
marvin m brato Jan 2016
A rhymester inscribes his notions in rhyme,
A versifier writes poetry in metered verses.
Another one does a free verse to write at will,
As a poet I do my own style which maybe bad.

A poet for me is someone who does an art;
He does rhyme, metered verse or free style.
His subject can be any matter under the sun,
It may portray about romance, myth or reality.

A poem I believe does not have to be literal,
It may state something superfluous or specious.
But if delve closely may meant a thing of logic.
And will instill a better understanding about life.

Nobody really is a bad poet except me,
Even commits mistake to write for poets.
For expressing my own opinions about them,
Is merely a token of myself as poet who shares.
Need your opinion as poets! Thanks.
marvin m brato Jan 2016
Reality does comes to us
On the instant less expected
Seasonal trials may come and go
And often we have overcome them
Life is most cherish and enjoy with family
In all the ups and downs that molds our fate
Never have we yielded to complete frustration
As God has been our shield and source of blessings.

As time goes by each year
Man has grown older but wiser
And become stronger in every step
Nothing more valuable than being loved
The hugs and kisses of our dearest children
Every intimate moments we spend as couples.

Life is finite on this world
Eternity is a promise in heaven
Determined spirit leaves forever
Even the body yields to weakness
Stand with hope and knell to pray
Mankind are sons and daughters of God
As long as we believe and follow His will.
Dedicated to a colleague diagnosed with breast cancer.
marvin m brato Nov 2015
Maybe this time
A true love is mine.

Vanity was my love in the past,
A new dawn has come at last.
Never again shall I fall in love,
Except to a man I truly love.
Since the time we met,
Sweet feelings I truly felt.
And your love I must get.

Man... what has you got?
Attraction I sense so hot.
This love that i feel,
At this time it is real.
Being in love so dearly,
All happy things I see clearly.
Loving you is everything,
And for you I shall do anything
Over the years to come.
Say it to my ear...
'I LOVE YOU dear, '
Love is a vow,
On this day ever
Now and forever.
marvin m brato Nov 2015
Marriage is a sacred vow
an innate romantic chain
that bind the devotion
of the couple in love.

Yet along in the way
temptation intrudes
into the privacy
of marital romance.

Third party comes
alluring temptress
or a Casanova breaks
the cord of marital loyalty.

The other partner
succumbs to lust
drowns the bond
and kills the love.

Two ways may happen
in extra-marital affair
marriage cracks or breaks
when the love begins to dissolve.
marvin m brato Nov 2015
Waa waa waa waa waa,
I wonder where is my ma;
Huu huu ma is in the spa!
marvin m brato Nov 2015
Poets have instinctive expressions
Of the innate indulgence of passions
They can convey the deepest thought.
And the myriad sentiments man sought.

Poets have perceptive imaginations
Of the mysterious things of creations
They can portray the unseen splendors
And the multitude pleasures man adors.

Poets have receptive intuitions
Of the intimate human impressions
They can inscribe the precise scene
And the diverse measures man seen.

Poets have speculative dreams
Of the infinities of all poetic themes
They manipulate to signify the verses
And the poetic rhymes man converses.
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