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aL Jan 14
Mata **** puno ng galit,
Hindi alam kung nakatingin ba sa iba o nakapikit?
Na sakin ay humahalinang  mapapangakit
Lagkit ng tingin sa aking damdamin ang kapit

Sa mundo **** mapangpalit
Ang tadhana mismo ang manguukit
Kaya nawa'y magbigay ka pa ng saglit
Kahit na ito sa iyo ay pilit

Pinakahihintay ang pagdating
Nagtagal na nga sa dilim
Mistulang sa kanila ay iyong inilihim
Ang iyong pagsibol sa takipsilim

Sa mainit na hininga humihingi ng simpleng pakiusap
Na ang kamusmusan ay manatili sa iyong hinaharap
Ngunit sa dinidinig palamang, sila na ay hirap
Sa mundo mo ay umaalis na ang ulap
Redo, na bura yung orihinal
James Khan Dec 2018
Just a number, our creation,
Made by Man for calculation,
Memories retained like stories
Chart our mishaps and our glories,
Hindsight for consideration,

What is age, this condemnation
Earned from birth until cremation,
Counting stock and inventories-
Just a number?

Ganges currents, undulation
Like our lives in fluctuation,
Time in treasured allegories
Drifts to unknown territories,
Leaves us with that observation-
Just a number?
I'll post the form later. Our you could just Google it lol. Start with John McCrae. You know the famous poem already, I'll wager.
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
The challenge
     (Free Verse )
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Praise be to God , we have eyes to see beyond
Befitting the wit of Mankind ever strong.
For years four-hundred maybe five
The Poets made the words to come alive.
Challenging proved me right n seldom wrong

The first rhymes I made way back at school
My fairest weather friends thought me a fool
A waste of useful time the taunted cry
Have they much better things always to do?
And to their fine X-Boxes could be glued.
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Written by Philip.
December 1st 2018.
The challenge of free verse
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
A Villanelle poetic form
Is a Nineteen line poem
5 Stanzas of three lines
Followed by a single Stanza of four lines
Two refrains and two repeating rhymes
Rhyme patterns
A1 ,b A2.a,b ,A1.a,b,A2.a,b,A1.a,b,A2 ,a,b,A1,A2
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It’s with a joyful heart
      A Villanelle

It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.
For I am blessed with having such a love
In this way, that way and every which way

I am fired with emotion as I say.
Of course I can swear to my God above
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.

I don’t have to be on my knees to pray
And my cause for you will not be tough
In this way, that way and every which way.

We can have love both at home and away
And at times others may abuse our trust
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.

Know God is with us in work and in play
And during the life’s constant cut and ******
In this way,that way,and every which way

We answer all doubters with the word nay
We eat all that’s offered including the crust.
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.
In this way, that way,and every which way.
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Written by Philip
December 8th 2018.
The exercise of writing a Villanelle
James Khan Dec 2018
As I poured out my cereal, fresh from the pack
With a splash of lamb's-milk then the cornflakes turned black
So I boiled up some porridge that looked more like gruel
As my spirit was hungry and needed that fuel,

I ingested the starch and the gluten-drenched oats
To recover the strength that religion promotes
But it sat in my stomach like solid cement
And the best I could do was collapse and repent,

The immeasurable weight of instructions to pray
Like a cross on my shoulders compelled me to stay
In positions of penitence; rooted, inert
Until death designated my place in the dirt,

The identity, native now ***** to be owned
By the clamouring contest for conscience, atoned
Was supplanted by statements from God's rationale
And the needs like the weeds in a bleak chaparral

Got a hold on the nuanced discretions of life,
Put ambitions beneath the Inquisitor's knife
And deluded uniqueness identity bred,
The reward only payable when we are dead,

I was drawn to effeminite virtues and charms
But my acts were forbidden by judges and psalms
And my love couldn't blossom to bear any fruit,
With the counterweight crushing, my values were moot,

In an effort to 'cure' me, the breakfast was served
And authority told me it's all I deserved
And I'd learn with their help a divine self-control
If I eat all the cereal poured in my bowl,

But the prize for a bachelored, childless wreck
Is a vacant amount on a countersigned cheque,
The encashment of which only strengthens the brands
With a will and a testament gripped in the hands

Of a dying man's final catharsis in print
With his backbone all broken, secured with a splint,
Would an IOU cover the ritual pain
Of conformity selling a loss as a gain?

It's a question unanswered but readily found
As the coffin is lowered in nondescript ground,
Could a faith not extend its magnanimous grace
To a man who was born with particular ways?
Written in anapaestic tetrameter. Read it this way and the lyricism will accentuate the rhyming verse.
James Khan Dec 2018
Could I compare thee to a summers day?
Perhaps if rosebuds, wilted hung askew
And skies were drab divergences of grey
I'd find the right analogy for you,

Your love, that rose has hardly any red
Except the blood expressed on thorns and stem
Committed by my hand where lesions bled,
A fitting glove, my luckless requiem,

A score and more of stilted Steptoe years
A reverie of rowdy rag and bone,
But as my pride and patience disappears
At least we'll not face turbulence alone,

For no-one else could ever understand,
That's just the way we always had it planned.
Shakespearen Sonnet form. Volta at line 11. Standard 14-line iambic pentameter over three quatrains and a crowning couplet to conclude.

It's the easiest form to write IF you observe the critical turn of consideration (volta) and present a conclusion in the terminal lines of the poem (crowning couplet). Meter is variable and up to the the poet but definitely a prerequisite of this lyrical form. Rhyme scheme can vary but generally assumes the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG assignment.
Nathalie Dec 2018
Romance never dulls

When it’s something

That  truly shines

Authentically from one’s heart

It cannot be taken away

Or lost, bought or sold

It’s just something that

Embodies you

And when true,

Is delivered in it’s purest form

In essence

When shared

Can’t help but

Transforms the one it touches

~Nathalie
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
In life I always try to be lovable
       A Villanelle form of poetry
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In life I always try to be lovable
Although some folks think me very prickle
No need be thought by all adorable

When parents need you be manageable
As a child and not ever be sickly
In life I always try to be lovable.

Having some friends, some nice some horrible
Most fall by the wayside dramatically
No need be thought by all adorable.

To duck and dive remaining flexible.
You go strength to strength loving physically
In life I always try to be lovable

As you age one becomes infallible
Learning to live so radically
No need be thought by all adorable.

Now with age affairs are affable
I learnt to live so emphatically
In life I always try to be lovable
No need be thought by all adorable.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
December 8th 2018.
In life I always try to be lovable
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
ABCDERIAN   poets Army.
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Awake my giant cause and fast defend
Be proud of your selection to this human race
Cheeks to be turned , struck and turned again
Discover sooner but not too late my friend
Evil forces satirise the devils work
Fight for God , however low the demons swoop
Gold are his tools and you are living proof.
His Holy praises sing in your loudest voice.
Incorporated within your kindest thoughts
Job satisfaction leads you through the maze
Kindred spirits guiding hands along the way
Look often then within your beating heart
Mindful slay those dragons there to slay.
Not too late to kneel and contemplate.
Perverse and foolish ? No you will never stray.
Quickly learn from all mistakes you make
Reserve your strength to lead in the affray
Stand up this day and so be counted “IN”
To the noblest Army. The Poets unity.
Useless gibberish from Satan’s next of kin.
Vessels empty makes the loudest din.
What matters is that you’re the major source
Xanadu your goal , now you are poised to win
You are the vanguard of triumphant troops
Zoila’s failure to brow-beat any poetic force.
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Written by Philip
December 4th 2018.

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An A. to. Z. Of a Poets Army.
Jodie-Elaine Nov 2018
He awoke on frozen concrete,
The broken glass.
Locked door, let the house run down around us,
At least we’re safe, right?
We had Time on our hands, we always said we’d go Someplace,
said our youth was a tragedy.
We’re our own worst enemies, silent screaming, kicking ourselves out the door, glass limbs.
Your hands fumbling over the catch of the lock, unmending the hinges.
The last glass we owned skidded off the other side of the table,
Throwing itself, disembodied and disfiguring
onto the floor.
We were empty in that last glass,
Cold eyes at means to an end.
Staring at the broken glass, wishing
To his sleeping form
It would glue itself back
Together

Together,
It would glue itself back
To his sleeping form.
Staring at the broken glass, wishing,
Cold eyes at means to an end.
We were empty in that last glass,
onto the floor,
Throwing itself- disembodied and disfiguring-
The last glass we owned skidded off the other side of the table,
Your hands fumbling over the lock, unmending the hinges.
Glass limbs.
We’re our own worst enemies, silent... screaming, kicking ourselves out the door,
Said our youth was a tragedy,
We had Time on our hands, we always said we’d go Someplace,
At least we’re safe... right?
Locked door, let the house run down around us...
The broken glass.
He awoke on frozen concrete.
mirror effect vilanelle-like poem, 2015. I've forgotten the name of this poetic technique. If anyone knows please tell me and release me from the niggling bug of not remembering
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