#elucidation - Hello Poetry

Unang gabi sa huling sandali Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim Katahimika'y namamayani. Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin. Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan. Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok Mga alitaptap na dumadapo Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok. Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso. Isang bulaklak na bumubuka Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa. Buto at laman ay nanginginig Balat ay nagsimulang uminit Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig. Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit Likuran na may bagong pasanin Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit. Nakalutang sa payak na hangin Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim. Isang sulyap bago kumawala Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC

KRRW

ELUSIDASYON / GARGUWALYO (Gargoyle Terza Rima 1)

Unang gabi sa huling sandali Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim Katahimika'y namamayani. Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin. Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan. Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok Mga alitaptap na dumadapo Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok. Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso. Isang bulaklak na bumubuka Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa. Buto at laman ay nanginginig Balat ay nagsimulang uminit Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig. Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit Likuran na may bagong pasanin Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit. Nakalutang sa payak na hangin Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim. Isang sulyap bago kumawala Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.

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The fat of the land In a handful of beauty's toil Worth the weapon, the wish in the sands Of marvel's and erudite silence we foil... Turns of children, into a barbaric claim With the simple to play, we are a habit in cream Spare to finish the season of a southern name? Can, a song and dance with redoubt begin our dream? For an ancient first to lately the order of final worst Sidelined with a careful love, the strength we dote In a clandestine seem of what God meant for theirs Sitting with charisma's anger, the head of isn't a vote... A world of sense, with one more step in mind? Can a stone play in your lap...? Lent the redress of tag, is our fate the voice of kind Upon the hurt future, we select from seldom's hap? Is it me, or did the future just fall in love, with meant? Quiet spaces and tarter rooms, to pray for a calling bird That has spoken like a king has remembered its covenant A harrowing house of freshness and its vex, has made lurid? War has a beautiful voice until ****** ****** is a wisdom to fetch remorse, like a pride had moments... Moments with a tilling grace, are a hidden play for copious worlds... Worlds that ought a heed of mendacity, save a heart by irony relents... Silence...?, and a medicine in a bottle If you have noticed a circumcision as a foil of worth Spare to these, and with a promise in chides and prides, so rotten But met in the sight of a wishful friend or lover, is an angel yours?

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Nov 13, 2023

Nov 13, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC

david-hilburn

A Loan Of Lighthouses Is Still A Happier Shine...?

The fat of the land In a handful of beauty's toil Worth the weapon, the wish in the sands Of marvel's and erudite silence we foil... Turns of children, into a barbaric claim With the simple to play, we are a habit in cream Spare to finish the season of a southern name? Can, a song and dance with redoubt begin our dream? For an ancient first to lately the order of final worst Sidelined with a careful love, the strength we dote In a clandestine seem of what God meant for theirs Sitting with charisma's anger, the head of isn't a vote... A world of sense, with one more step in mind? Can a stone play in your lap...? Lent the redress of tag, is our fate the voice of kind Upon the hurt future, we select from seldom's hap? Is it me, or did the future just fall in love, with meant? Quiet spaces and tarter rooms, to pray for a calling bird That has spoken like a king has remembered its covenant A harrowing house of freshness and its vex, has made lurid? War has a beautiful voice until ****** ****** is a wisdom to fetch remorse, like a pride had moments... Moments with a tilling grace, are a hidden play for copious worlds... Worlds that ought a heed of mendacity, save a heart by irony relents... Silence...?, and a medicine in a bottle If you have noticed a circumcision as a foil of worth Spare to these, and with a promise in chides and prides, so rotten But met in the sight of a wishful friend or lover, is an angel yours?

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Now is, new isn't Nothing but succinct... Compare me to something besides wisdom? Have you seen a care, without believing...? Can seldom become an occult? Impatience is mine, for sincerity, to a fault Sweet Christ, am I a have's vivid salt? Void is my name of you, until I select light for shalt... Irony is an awakening source... Simple futures, fruit like a question Angel's of a feather, finish a lot with love's force Answer's of chastity, haven't received my blessing But beauty has... An age to itself Letting bother become your fascination Is another question, of powers and their wealth? When a tree makes a wish for you... Is the world its lord, or should you clarify An our of held lips, until harmony is due... The truth of a voice, known as a miracle's vanity

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Oct 5, 2024

Oct 5, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Charity In A Name's Voice

Now is, new isn't Nothing but succinct... Compare me to something besides wisdom? Have you seen a care, without believing...? Can seldom become an occult? Impatience is mine, for sincerity, to a fault Sweet Christ, am I a have's vivid salt? Void is my name of you, until I select light for shalt... Irony is an awakening source... Simple futures, fruit like a question Angel's of a feather, finish a lot with love's force Answer's of chastity, haven't received my blessing But beauty has... An age to itself Letting bother become your fascination Is another question, of powers and their wealth? When a tree makes a wish for you... Is the world its lord, or should you clarify An our of held lips, until harmony is due... The truth of a voice, known as a miracle's vanity

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So Kronos is the name, yes? And Ouroboros the title? Can you guess what they were responsible for? Keeping time is more Than just watching the shadows. More than just lurking in them, More than just by lurking among them. Coming from a time of oral record; What, or more aptly whom, Is responsible for it?

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Apr 24, 2025

Apr 24, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Food For Thought, Thought As Food

So Kronos is the name, yes? And Ouroboros the title? Can you guess what they were responsible for? Keeping time is more Than just watching the shadows. More than just lurking in them, More than just by lurking among them. Coming from a time of oral record; What, or more aptly whom, Is responsible for it?

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