I can write poems with ease
can be about anything with haste
my mind is full with words and phrases
that I can express in  short or lengthy phase.

But only few or none even bother to read
my composition of  expression with poetic lead
does it mean that I don't possess the criteria as set
by critics to the category as a good or better poet?

Better poet , what does this mean?
does one has to follow the great men
or women in the past writing measured poetry
or free verse  of the present with style of flattery?

Ah, better poet is the one of taste
who can write not with ease or haste
but someone with an innate expression
who is inspired by sentiments of passion!

What are you saying?
Do you meant it,
does it come from your heart?
Or its just an expression of sort!

Words can be deceptive
or  possess an  ulterior motive.
It may excite reactions
can be good or bad.

But, words from the heart,
spells out meaningful things.
Mixed emotion it maybe,
yet it speak of the truth.

Ardent love I see
Not hidden but free.
And I will surely ask
Love that bears a task.
Endurance is the name
A test for truth not shame.
Hide not your real game.

Best love will live
On mistakes can forgive.
No men fully understand
Innate love makes stand.
Fighting I dare to set forth
Accepts real love's worth.
Close your eyes and feel
In your heart you can tell,
On how you and I fit well.

Be honest my dear
And stay close to hear.
Call our hearts to combine
Obedience to love is sublime.
Now is the time for us to indulge
Give ourselves the time to divulge.
Come say to me your heart's desire
Or not at all if your love is not on fire.

Time flies swiftly
as the wind drift chilly
soothing this forlorn heart
as I stand still when you depart

Time seems eternity
as days sway in continuity
longing for your presence
as I feel void in your absence

Time is life I take
as true love I cannot forsake
lingering in time I'll be wishing
till the end of time I'll be waiting

Unable to see people smile back because I do not give a smile.
nobody ever cheers me because I do not extend cheer to anyone.
can not receive an appreciation because I do not like to appreciate.
often being ridiculed by others because I often ridicule most of them.
no one helps me in my failures because I do not bother to extend help.
trouble always gets in me because I often cause troubles to most people.
emptiness fills my heart because I do not intent or open to become happy.
none becomes my best friend because I do not stand by anyone at all.
the people are ungrateful to me because I do not learn to be grateful.
everyone seems rude to me because I myself acts rude to anyone.
day after day nobody cares for me because I do not care either.

Kiss my heart with your love,
An ecstasy transcends above.
The sweet notes that you tell,
Heaven-like it makes me feel.
Even your nice simple smile,
Raptures my sanity awhile.
I do not know the reason why,
Never before I meet someone...
Enraptures this emotion till now.

Mark my heart with your care,
And my love for you I do spare.
Reveal to me how much deep,
Is your feeling for me my dear...
Express your love crystal clear.

Praise my heart for you to lay,
Into your hand my love will stay.
No one before shares to me this plight,
Every day of my life has been no light.
Do not leave me abandon in solitude,
Awake- let your love excites my attitude.

(why *** Before Marriage?) - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr


Marriage sanctifies ***,
*** consummates marriage.
But why prefer *** before marriage,
is there one or more reasons to consider?

Virginity:
Maybe its still men's quest,
a priority test for him as the best.
So that the mating could be marked,
as something worth experience to take.

Sensuality:
The best part in *** is sensuality,
that each mate could get from ***.
The manner a partner performs well,
is much desired by almost hot lovers.

Sexuality:
Science could enhance state of sexuality,
cosmetology can recreate the transformation.
By *** before marriage a person can discern,
is the smart way to test the true lover's affinity.

Compatibility:
****** compatibility excites much pleasure,
Aside from love it is where both are in tune.
And to know what degree of zest it can set,
through *** before marriage is the gauge.
Marvin Brato Sr

It all started in the eyes
that saw the alluring beauty
which drives the innate sensuality
lit an ecstatic urge for the sensual touch
that blazes the desire for sensuous intimacy
a close encounter of the two physical bodies.

Lust is the ****** element of ***
undeniably a tempestuous attraction
of lovers who engage in the interaction
of the human inter-physical and emotional
exploration of the intimate essence of sexuality
through making love a relationship is consummated.

In wee hours
I set to think
of something
to write about
nothing comes

Emptiness reign
darkness overcomes
till slumber dominates
suddenly an ember flickers
then the lighted portal opens

My soul possesses the key
of the infinite flow of thoughts
inspire the various hues of stimuli
that I as poet captors such moment
it enthuse the element for contemplation

Because of love I am mesmerize
Even in my solemn slumber I fantasize.
Vigor in my heart is filling
Endearing and compelling.
Rare is this emotion I feel
Longing for him my desire swell.
Yes, I love him too well.

Just as I almost reach ecstasy
A downfall of pains crushed my fantasy.
Right in my chest the arrow struck
Almost died of a heart attack.
Now the man I love is gone
Today nor tomorrow he won't come.
I feel so empty and void
Living in sorrow I can't avoid.
Love I have lost
A man I need most.

Till you come my dearest friend
I gain new hope and without end
My heart is now revive
On the fact that I survive.
Love has to continue
And must be made anew.

Whether best or not
A poet is now on top
Is not worth the place
If its purpose is for race

Whether best or not
My poem is posted hot
Is not the type of accolade
I aspire to own which will fade

Whether best or not
I get most commented slot
For me what matter is the fact
My sanity and sentiments are tact

As having an innate instinctive urge
To write intuitive thoughts that surge
From the core of my candid innermost
A fulfillment... that I think counts the most

A body lies in total stillness
devoid of spirit , emptiness reigns
not an ember of thoughts remains
that could ignite a tingling message
to love ones who came to mourn.

Tear of loss dominates the moment
flashes of the past tickle the minds
of those who had spent him company
to the dead whose existence is now lost
but whose good memories will be kept.

Grief dominates the hearts
for those who miss the decease
who once shared joy and inspiration
may not a perfect being but a friend
who can be present to bring consolation.

To mourn for a dead friend
is a moment to say thank you
for the past that you were with him
for sharing life's ventures bad and good
true friends will come to mourn for your too.

"Life is just a moment", I noted
Poet Frank James Jr. has quoted
is quite a monumental sentiment
a message of substantial content
which excites thought provoking
expressing a variable invoking.

"Life is short" is a common phrase
truly it reflects not of the time race
but the quality on how time is spent
and different valuable lessons it meant
as if every soul is kinda light-flickering
like small star in the universe twinkling.

"Death is inevitable", a reality
exempt no one of its probability
now we must value every second
make the most in life can't demand
for we were all born empty handed
and shall return to earth unloaded.

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.

As the dark conquers
this lethargic heart
I feel suffocated
by sheer nostalgia

Yet the ember sparks
inside my soul
it holds the light
the love for you

The reminiscence
lurks as fireflies
illuminating the gloom
uplifting my spirit

Being alone
I feel the solitude
Seeing the silhouette
of your countenance

If only I have the power
to bring back the memories
that we savored in the past
Then it could have been tonight

Being in love
excite my fantasy,
very romantic and
ever ecstatic...
relationship with a mature
lover is intimate experience
yes, quite an indulgence!


Often, we surf in love...
rejoicing in ecstasy
on each others' arms.
overtime we explore,
never a dull moment
getting best in love!

Poets paint words
of sentiments
exploring into
the human
sanity!

We poets are sentimental
everything that we see we feel
lit our instinctive intuition
creativity and expression
on all things we discern
many of which are emotional
extracting the inner core of existence!

Living Right - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Life is quite unpredictable
as it is short is likely probable
it is a matter of personal decision
on how to make life worth the mission
of living right by doing your obligations
to yourself and others without hesitations.

Living right is not an easy undertaking
it compels dedication and understanding
of the multifarious avenues of humanity
challenges are opt to tackle with sanity
overcoming the obstacles take true courage
we must not yield to quit nor be discourage.

Living right is being selfless to set good example
for others to discern that happiness in life is ample
that there are quality moments to share with everyone
give your utmost love to others by not hurting anyone
when time comes for life to reach the end of existence
we are ready leaving a legacy of living right as essence.

Love-making is different from loving
it's a mere physical act void of adoration
driven only by a lustful sensual attraction
at spur of the moment without commitment

Loving is unique as it exceeds physical criteria
it's a sentimental indulgence cater with romance
share by lovers who caress each other with respect
as loving hearts truly instill ecstasy at its best stance

True love is beyond love-making
it does not seek finite satisfaction
but a lifetime endearment as elixir
to sustain romantic ties without end

My son is me in double,
i love him as I love his son.
can I tolerate his behavior?
have I not done good enough,
as a father who works hard.
everything I aspire is for him,
leading him by giving support;
although it is never enough.
nothing I offer are for his good,
giving what I didn't enjoy myself.
emotional tantrums or secular wishes,
listening to his dreams I always do;
on my shoulder to lean I let him be.

My son is me in replica,
as though I see myself in him.
reminding me of the memoirs,
viewed reminiscence of my youth!
i cannot afford to witness him fall,
now that he is a victim of the trials.

Being my son's father,
reiterates in blood by his son.
another me in my grandson's birth,
to walk together to face the challenges,
of being three in one in blood.

It is sensual ecstasy,
that lovers share with passion...
best express in love than lust!

Sudden death came to me this hour.
I expected to die but not this moment:
When I am on the height of my prime,
my family  celebrates my promotion,
my nurse son just turned regular staff,
my daughter is second year college today,
my grandson attended his first day in school,
so much good things I had to witness and feel glad!

My colleague would give an eulogy for me:
my boss will speak of my contributions to the office,
my assistant would be saying how  I lead by example,
my interns would remember how kind I taught them,
my mentors would mention how cooperative I am,
others would mention I gave them acrostic poems,
over-all they would say I am a good person and talented.

My family would be teary eyed to gave their individual eulogy:
my mother would be first to say "she loves me very much"
my father would not say much but agree to my mom's testimony,
my brothers and sisters would say how much I cared for them,
my wife would seconded my mom's emotional statement ,
my children would surely say " We will miss you daddy"

But, if i could answer them all from where I lay now
I will say to them " I am not perfect, I just did what any good mortal person does"

What is beauty if there is no brain,
or what is brain if without beauty?

How can beauty be measured,
does it meant mere physical feature?

Beauty is what is in the heart
something good and inspiring.

Beauty is a thing that transcend beyond
the appearance, something you see with eyes close.

Beauty is where a person becomes happy
contented with what he has without remorse.

True beauty is being alive at peace with all things
to interact with others with a smile and happy heart!

Life is short, is a fact.
Then why medicate to extend your suffering?
Is it worth the time when you struggle alone!

Knowledge is power,
is a tool for progress...
use it for good,
don't brag or slur others!

Many become professionals,
and turn responsible.
Ready to tackle challenges,
vie for self fulfillment
in whatever task pursued...
not just for credit!

Being intelligent
rarely a sole ticket to
attain sustainable success...
total good quality attitude
often is the key!

What is beauty if there is no brain,
or what is brain if without beauty?

How can beauty be measured,
does it meant mere physical feature?

Beauty is what is in the heart
something good and inspiring.

Beauty is a thing that transcend beyond
the appearance, something you see with eyes close.

Beauty is where a person becomes happy
contented with what he has without remorse.

True beauty is being alive at peace with all things
to interact with others with a smile and happy heart!

Poets inscribe sentiments
Inspire by intuitive elements
Which accumulated from existence
In this complex life excites indulgence.

Singers sing out their emotions
Inspire by ardent romantic notions
Which linger in the hearts that beat
With magical feelings that excite heat.

Both poets and singers are articulate
In expressing the intimate human state
Of the complexities yet well-meant phase
Living it up in this world quite perfect maze.

May 12,2015

Dearest Miliza,

M any years now have already passed,
i n our hearts we are still much together.
l ove can never fade or die if it is genuine,
i adore you and all I wish is your happiness.
z est has become of my life when I see you,
a s always I wish you near me all the time.

P lease do not change my beloved,
i n every moment you are my inspiration.
z ealous as I am for loving you dearly,
a s you supplemented it with your love too.
r eal joy is what you meant to me my dear,
r est assured that such feeling will be forever.
o h, how lucky I am for having you as my wife!

B ut love like life is not perfect,
r easons are variable and endless
a s we had problems coping with it.
t hanks to God for forgiveness and mercy,
o n His guidance and love we bonded as ever.

Lovingly yours;
Marvin

My mind seeks
for serenity, yet
it does not
occur to me …

My tired body yearns
for a rest, yet
it does not
happen to me …

Silence…
In all its forms
I want to possess
Maybe in eventual death
Such will finally come to me.

We are mortals
as human beings
you and I shall expire
time of the inevitable end

But what if you and I knew
as our doctors warn us anew
that we shall go within a month
to leave this existence that we hold

And what about the agony
that each our family shall feel
about our eventual death to come
couldn't it more painful than our fate?

Ah, nobody really knows
till the time of passing comes
for you and I should accept the fact
that everyone else is dying in due time

Indeed, love is music
A melody sublime
A lullaby
A flow of melodic hymn

As you came, love is played
With everlasting sweetness
Like a fresh honeycomb
Taste like heaven

As we mate, it was music
So intense feeling
Yet so intimate
It driven me to sing

Love is music
It fills up the heart
With much zest
A song to sing

Music is love
I like to play
Not for myself only
But for us my honey

I wish
This love of ours
Will keep resounding
And reverberate... forever!

Why there is poetry?
Such is a wise question,
as it has been man's gateway
to the world of innate imaginations...
about what makes the world go-round!

Poetry is everything!
It's the intimate expression,
and ultimate passion of the heart
that enthuse human endearment...
to explore, expound candid sentiments!

Poetry is life itself!
Without it life is empty,
and becomes insignificant
as there shall be no meaning...
to every moment that we spend!

Poetry make poets!
As it excites emotions,
inspires to compose poems
which explicitly lit a rainbow...
to give colors to our existence!

Life is mysterious
It is of variable arts
Mine may not be the best
But lots of things I have done
That made my life a great deal!

I share love to all
even to my enemies
I smile even when hurt
to show that I do  care
for nobody is perfect!

I work hard
to sustain life
and do my task
with dedication
without complain

I admit criticisms
to correct my mistakes
and become better person
with freedom of expression
as human life must move on

May tomorrow makes you realize my boy
In this world your life is not a toy
Can you not listen to my lecturing
Hear me when I am talking
At this moment in time
Exert your effort to shine
Let your energy flow freely
At things worthwhile not deadly
Now is the time to understand
Go for good things at hand
Evil things never bring good
Living with it excites bad mood
Overcome all trials as you could.

My son I do care for you
And your mom too loves you
Reach out for your ambition
View life as innate inspiration
In the end you will succeed
Now act best and proceed.

Play your part as cool
In dealing with any fool
Zealous act is best
At time to pass a test
Receive all good advices
Real man can say no to vices
On his own stead without caprices.

Beware of evil company
Refute the tale of baloney
Attend to those with good characters
Treat them as your own brothers
Over the bad others.

I thought the world is big
That it has boundless space
For me to live and play

I thought the landscape is free
Where adventures abound
For me to live and play

I thought life here is secure
And opportunities are great
For me to live and play

Yet, the reality entails:

The world is smaller
That people congest
Where I struggle to survive

The land is much to pay
Citizens becoming foreign
Where I struggle to survive

And life itself in danger
Threaten to succumb to death
Where I live and destine to die

Love is true
if it cannot die
when all are gone

Love is true
amid all difficulties
for the only beloved

When love is true
it sings when in pain
to soothe the aching heart

Yes, love is true
it lingers beyond
even in death

Total darkness snaps
as the sharp beam exudes
into the barren wilderness
instills hope for the black soul
as the day awakes to shed light

New year unveils awakening
of the many loose faiths of men
when God is place at backstage
as he digs to seek mundane pleasures
and abandon the master-plan of the Almighty

After being stricken by calamities
Man has seen the truth in realities
that making himself as the sole captain
his suffers and life is saturated with turmoil
now is the time to welcome God as crack of dawn

Is life worth a million,
Or nil at all?

My wife often said
'Dad, you are worth 7 million bucks! '
'Why is that? ' I asked
'Well, you got 6 kids and me! ' she retorted

A million bucks worth each?
Is what I got to invest for my family!
To provide and sustain their basic needs
That their entry to this world
Is my sole responsibility
Including my wife?

My wife bluntly said
'Dad, you cannot die without leaving us 7 million bucks! '
'Why is that? ' I asked
'Well, you have 6 kids and me! ' she stressed out

I knew I can never raise such enormous amount
Not even a one hundred thousand buck in a year's work
But my wife always demands for it every time I feel sick
That I have to give her 7 million bucks before I die
Later I realized that I cannot just die yet with diabetes
Because my wife wants me to hand over 7 million bucks!

That's how my wife appraise my life's worth
She always emphasize that I should not just die soon
Because I have not yet able to make the 7 million bucks
My only ticket for leaving 6 kids and my wife.

Having a partner in life is significant
It’s a kind of relationship that God grant
With whom each other has a role to consider
A committed responsibility to share together
So that the bond can grow and can not wither

Finding the right person is quite a challenge
It’s a matter of faith and sensible conscience
To meet someone whom you can live with in peace
Survive in harmony amidst life’s trials with ease

As human is being mortal and never perfect
Each one has limit and imperfections to correct
But putting God as the center of a relationship
Will surely make a perfect togetherness to keep

Love I thought can last a lifetime
As eternal as the stars in the skyline

Love I thought is pain free
Alive and lovely as the tree

Love I thought for us is everything
And only happiness it all could bring

Love I thought for us can not wane
Yet at the end, it succumbed to vain

Alas, the moonlight views we enjoy now flicker
And soon darkens as its bright grows weaker

Alas, the magic in our love has lose its power
And not an ember is left, it seems gone forever

Committing mistakes is human nature
often he does it without true intention
much effort on his part not to be mean
many times he acted good but still fails
in seeking secular pleasures he stumbles
to do on his own righteousness he sins
man transgressions is beset by the evil
empowered by greed he falls as victim
nothing more he can do on his own efforts
those aspirations in life can only mean death.

Tribulations in life make man realize
on this world no one can play as God.

Gone were the days of hopelessness
of man when the epiphany comes to life
on love and forgiveness his soul is save
doing God's will is the only way to freedom
no one else so powerful as the great Lord
every man who seek the kingdom of God
shall find eternal peace and everlasting life
so let us pray and do the will of the Almighty.

Know This
(To Crab Mentality)
May I say to the few
a fact there is to view
reality comes in time
valid reason will shine
in a decision to make
no regret one must take
Be you the first or last
rarely it can set you fast
attain success quite easy
through humility is the way
of gaining a respectable stay.

My heart beats for romance
seeks your beauteous countenance
every moment it reminisces the memories
when you and I savor the nectar of happiness

Love is most valuable belonging
that this heart has ever felt longing
you make it alive to taste the ecstasy
which you made real and not fantasy

Life maybe short but meaningful
when this heart has found you truthful
the romance we enjoy now will be a song
marks a melody of reality of my heart's dream

The soul of true poets are purest
their goodwill thrive in the heart
none can ever **** their expression
instinct and intuition their weapon

The body of poets are finite
but their spirits are infinite
bards compositions will last
as poetry itself is everlasting

No poet killer can annihilate
any true poet whose only intent
is to inform the world of the truth
whoever that poet killer be dies first

True poets are ever invincible
they are protected by a shield
of freedom quite self-expressive
and meaningful poems of substance

Miles afar is your distance,
Emptiness I feel at this instance.
Love still beats strong but in chain,
At this moment my world is in vain.
No matter how I tried to win you back,
It seems to me you always back track..
Even then I am here to stay for you.

Say dearest that you won’t forsake,
I admitted it was indeed my mistake.
Love falters but it will still bear,
Let time heals the wound to clear.
And allow the scars to wither in time,
Can only hope you are still mine.
As for me I will disclose sincerely,
You are still my one and only.

Poetic Condiments - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

If only poetry is food
then its easy to digest
and assimilate its content
to nourish with full satisfaction

But poetry is inanimate
depicts sentimental intricacies
of human emotions filling the heart
with variable expressions to be extracted

Bards are gifted composers
who cook amazing compositions
of poetic arrays of exotic thoughts
like condiments educing nourishment

A poet who is truly respected
may not be the most brilliant cited
nor number one in the recent survey
yet someone whose mind best convey.

A poet who is a creative critic
may not be someone who is prolific
neither gives comment that is stupor
yet the one who inspires as a mentor.

A poet who has a heart
may not be the most beloved
or the most decorated with accolade
yet the one who touches others life.

Yes a poet who expresses passion
may not be the most romantic
or the most adorable writer
yet gain respect...a poet!

Dedicated to Medical Laboratory Scientists Interns)


Togetherness is a bonding fond
blissful occasion to share the fun
in all the challenges we hold stance
as e act in unison to better enhance

As interns we learn together
easy or difficult we don't falter
for as long as we do our very best
and carry on to pass all technical test

Clinical Microscopy is an exciting phase
among others we study in constant pace
for us all to develop the indispensable skills
as we engage in the future professional deals

In the advent of full automation
we all have to be adept with caution
in performing our specific responsibilities
best we can as Medical Laboratory Scientists

Now we depart the portal of training
as we leave to advance in our learning
harness professionalism as finest tradition
as sirs Marvin and Alejo exemplified in action

Wish you the luck our best interns
be vigilant as you all walk the trends
and do not forget to pray for guidance
God grants you success in every instance