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Sam Lichauco Aug 2015
With bright eyes
You look at the world outside
The way I wish I did

With crooked teeth
You wear your flaws in a way
The inner child in us used to

With goofy smiles
You hold in your delicate heart
The secret to humanity's desire

With kind words
You give the uncertain tomorrow
The reason why I can still hold on:

You, by my side.
Sam Lichauco Aug 2015
I think I saw
The open marks of nurtured kindness
Spilling at the corners of your eyes

I think I heard
The sound of still quietness
The moment you opened your mouth

I think I felt
The lightness of your words
When you attempted to be funny
(and I laughed to be polite)

I think I said
The wrong thing at the moment
When I tried to impress you

I think I experienced
Him the other day
In you
  Aug 2015 Sam Lichauco
Patricia Arches
Maybe, just maybe
the rushing waves aren't there to hurt you.
Maybe the breaking down of the rocks, the itty bitty bits of sand that fall off with every tumultuous
crashing of each wave
beating upon what is
supposed to be so strong
falls quickly in oceans of beauty, travel down streams of
deep and rich blue
You'll find it to be a lot easier when you let go.
Sam Lichauco Aug 2015
Your warmness
It had seeped through my
Well guarded disposition

Never knew
I was capable
Of careless conversation

Too many
Places to count of
Thoughts sewn into seamlessness

My high walls
Blown to smithereens
I watched them fall before you.
  Aug 2015 Sam Lichauco
SE Reimer
~

where clear blue sky meets water's deep
his sunbeams reach her waves to tease,
to warm her currents, foaming spray;
dawn to dusk when daylight fades,
till only afterglow remains,
an interlude of celestial stage.

he speaks to her on written sky
and in the mournful sea-bird's cry,
wraps sultry ribbons in her tresses,
his fingers linger in caresses,
and in soothing choreography
he gently stirs her ocean's breeze.

he sends her gifts of palm and dates,
wrapped on waves in salty sprays;
watches her with much delight,
he sings to her each eventide,
love songs with the calling gull,
and rocks her tween the gusts and lulls.

wedded at horizon’s edge,
devotion to her he has pledged,
to have forever and to hold,
his comfort to her storm-tossed soul;
his tender kiss on tear-stained cheek,
where clear blue sky meets water's deep.

~

post script.

when one gazes
into the vastness
of sea and sky,
of what is from
height to depth
an endless blue,
one cannot but think
of eternal devotion,
of the relationship
between two who have
pledged their forever troth!


as i wonder from what recesses
this one came, i remember…
our 36th wedding anniversary
is fast approaching...
i’ve been thinking of what to gift her
that will make her cry anew.


**thank you to Hello Poetry for
the tremendous honor bestowed
with their designation of this poem as the daily
and to all who have expressed their heartfelt
love and appreciation... your message
came through loud and clear...
there can be no denying it,
i am an incredibly blessed man
because of each of you!  
thank you, truly,
from the bottom of my heart!
Sam Lichauco Aug 2015
The pursuit of what is yet to be conceived:
To conjure up what has been stored up
For centuries--
The very vaults of the human experience.

To talk about:
The worst and best part of man's complexity
Our darkest secrets, our brightest moments
What we've felt
Or refused to have felt.

We travel in time:
Back to vivid memories that still haunt us,
And onto more promising territories
As we push forward in these uncertain waters.

Words:
The very footprints of our existence
Those we put out in open spaces
And those echoed in deafening silence
Our small contribution to the world
When we depart
For home.
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