“There is a substance of ethereal,
  Ones that reflects within your sclera,                        
  That has impelled me to envisage,
  That your nascency is from the utopia,

You light up souls that procure near you,
As the light perception glares before me,
This has given me extensive admiration of you,
A macrocosm journey reaching into my soul,

You have enlightened me on my path before,
With an intense illumination of what I will achieve,
You elucidated my desire to be risible,
The eternal beauty you retain dear Deity,

Has persuaded my existence to move forth,
I shall smile at you through my tears of bliss,
As my silvery tears fall before me yet pure,
I am but a menial mortal before you,
Deity of overt Beatitude”
By AG 05/03/2018 ©

“As he hears the whisk of the wind coming,
Once again cries mercy my faltering deity,
As the procurement pain of loneliness arrives,
How many more lonely years am I to traipse,

Most blameless I am I feel intensified on this vale,
Memory fulfilling thoughts of her cognizance,
It may be we shall one light reach elated enclaves,
The equal temper of annexed noble hearts,

Though much is taken much abides also,
As that midnight sun disappears afore me,
Now not that strength had which in days of old,
As I sail beyond the sunset Trojan Achilles,  

But I know that in the depths of my heart deep within,  
There is always space for amity to reside always,
For all the joys that once were both of ours,
I do not attempt to get over as she was my all,

There may come a day when that part will finally die,
Feel strong with reclaimed heart new ardor to take my hand,
Until then those capable of devout love also anguish,
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/10 /2018 ©

“When a poet will romance a subject,
One will never die for their words will perpetuate,
The way he or she carries themselves about,
Of one's eyes of their hair their skin all components,  

When someone is irate at the subject,
And that leer of resentment when troubled,
As subject sways with authority from a kiss,
Without their body touching someone else's,

How the habits never wrinkle pages of a book,
Poets in love will find all the words of significance,
The Poet may see subject as they were on an islet,
On a waterfront near a small town of recollection,

Their words of passion penned on longing paper,
They will know when and why you can't sleep,
Poets die but their words do not they live eternally,
Explicitly graceful from the ink drafted on paper”
     For a POET MUSE KNOWS”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

“I dearth to know what it is like,
I dearth to savor the perception,
Savor the sweet tense exudation,
On the back of your alluring dregs,

Never too blind to see things as they are,
I need to be your invariable acquiescence,
This vapid infection of propensity,
As it bellows through sight of my soul,

Makes my perpetual wanting rapaciousness,
For that of a complete perfect deitate,
Made so perfectly complete I crave to feel,
I dearth lose myself into this one someone,

Airborne aroma of your desires is arousing
Do not let this desire fade away,
This inducement lethargy to me by your
Unending deity of satisfaction,

This ardor magnetism that immerses in me,
This the infectious propensity of fervor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

"When a person is born it's a blessed time,
Albeit a person is in love it's a splendid era,
When that person perishes it is a bereaved era,
Albeit Love of two people expires it's a cataclysm,

Vestige as we used to sit there on the littoral,
As the dusk of the winds would blow the sand,
The sand pursues into your long black hair,
Visage your dark green eyes and a beauty of a smile,

All times I have enjoyed greatly also suffered greatly,
Times you loved me and alone on the shore,
It is an perpetual power that as my utopia,
Is me ichorous of our love moments together,

Afore us lies the port and a skimming ocean liner,  
As we slowly see an alluvion gloom in the darkness,
Legions of souls drudged here in day and night,
Above gusting drifts the rainy constellation of stars,

As we gambol in our fervor of cognizance of love in our
Utopia Ichorous"
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/03/2018  © Posted HP/

"Avail me liberate from my realm of disquietude,
Words of rapture you could do just that,  
May I not beg for that may I not beseech,
Only those words for a while I will be free,

A touch of rapture will achieve dry lament,
Your love supports me to be sinewy,
We will be together regardless of doth wheel,    
Fixation is not love nor is fascination love,  

When you are treated improvidently it is not love,
This is lack of the ingesting the feel of what love is,
When you act to another in benignity and oblation,
This is when love is pure and nobly prodigal,

To this love I will belong noble unquestionably,    
This is when love is indissoluble and unexpurgated,
No heights one can’t reach with true amorousness,
With pure love eloquent other nobly prodigal,
  By A.Guzaldo 07/28/2018 ©

“I have barely left you as you submerge in my mind,  
As I struggle with soothed echoes in my head,
Sea swells lurch over rocky shoreline drops of azure,
Brightness bursts and lugs the pedals of the foam,

Oh deciduous radiance breaking in the froth,
Trembling sail whose effloresce demise retort,
Becoming desultory fragmented brine of the Sea,
Foreordain jaundiced precludes merging of the mind,

My love we have found each other thirsting afore,
As a butterfly ***** nectar from flowers blooming,
She so feeds the nectar from my soul now drunken,
Here enthralled we lope in the brine fused as one,

Knowing the deep nature of water and cosmos,
Conjoined like a substance of the deep blue,
Mangled by our overwhelming of fervor desires,
Absorbed in perpetual sand we bear our souls,
Of our unflinching benignancy”
By A. Guzaldo 07/27/2018 ©

“Littoral of living onto the pelagic is of the lifeless,
Every sea squall dead leaves fall reminding of seasons,  
Ocean dreams between mix utterances of thoughts,
Crossing over where you once started out from,

The cape laid far ahead and high upon it a continent,
The sea waves rose like white columns as it breaks,
Never knowing which way is easy to forget the afore,
Which coast has wavered upon the next victors horizon?

And which one may rise to meet you in the dusk of eve,  
And the days lay are so many dark and unpropitious,
Huge surging blissful waves rising on the blue sea,
The sprays from ocean waves like falling torrent fog,

One’s life on the sea is oh so cold and inauspicious,
And yet some place within the deep my shallow awaits,
Evening now upon the shore and in the fading
Another day bloom and resurrects from the abyss

Sunset as the blackbirds come flying above,
Coruscation of sunset evanesces into the night
of my Archipelago azimuth”
By A. Guzaldo 07/23/2018 ©

“You are a cynosure and I a modest demure man,
I cannot be accordant with the crowd you have,
You a cynosure beauty of elegance and wonders,
A woman of higher standards and I very simplistic,

Can such a person take interest in me what may it be,
Is she mindlessly judging me as an equitable man?
By sweet emotions thoughts reflected as irises burgeon,
From her head to toes I kept on admiring this divinity,

Is her heart for love that like a thorn with no rose?
Or mitotically lovely when in love as seen before all,
She would not be able to conform to me it would be I,
Could my simplistically standards sway her to me,

But why do I blame myself that she took a liking to me,
I imagine her hands touch the earth and the roots dilate,
Sprite knows deep quintessence of water and the earth,
We then conjugate together like an equation of loam”
By A. Guzaldo 07/21/2018 ©

“Reminisce of the warmth of your touch as it was,  
The first time you said you loved me was majestic,
The gyrating words from amid your lips of thee,
As we nurtured our love on the sandy beaches,

I trapped in here now without you as you dispense,
I love your smile as the words whorl over discourse,
Wait for you to come on another day as you digress,
Favored full of stupefy as I was happy to sit in the light,

Youth what we were together will never be for naught,
I recaptured an instance when I was your Knight in armor,
It was as if I had been pulled inundate aboard a dinghy,
I am enshrouded and closed in mizzle of misery,

It has become that I can no longer see the brilliance,
Enshrined inside unable thus far to recognize the pain,
You will take away my fears with a breath of your energy,
The sea rests before me after a gnawing surge afore,  

Churning in deep hollows ever so slowly eroding,
Marred before the tides afore me as the wind blows its sand,
Now malediction are the days that I have waited for thee,
Now the portal of the dwelling of the moor only waits for me,
Under the stars I shall devour the essence of you no longer”
  By A. Guzaldo 07/20/2018 ©

Physique of my lover can I achieve such a naiad,    
Soaked earth with the blackened river aves beneath,
My craving my ardor without end my steadfast love,
Sinuous languid as we ponder close to the shore,

The cups of her ***** as her eyes filled with lack,
Voice withering in a delectation tone of anxiety,
This moment appetences my desirable ecstasies,
It is not your Intellect that has drawn me to thee,

I voraciously long to hear voice your skin your laugh,
But a number of things that have cause me amiss,
It is but all of you my naiad it is your entire being,
This cognizance made me fall deeply in love with thee,  

Things that not said take away from your lucid charm,
The sovereign nose of your deferential silhouette,
This is how you become it makes all seem so alive,
I want to masticate the enduring hue of your core,

Rumbling surge come closer to exasperate my Naiad,
I hope to find her once again along the Sinuous Languid,
By A. Guzaldo 07/16/2018 ©

"Bring me to elysium as I feel warmth of within,
I beseech your lips your voice your integument,
How can I alone bare cumbrance and stifle burdens,
Fresh outdoors my islet will cool my burning desires,

I wish to be her fantasy and make our love complete,
I want to eat the sun as it searches your body,  
That redolence exists within intangible feelings,
Tangent the wallow hunger inside depths of your soul,

Echoes within call to me as waves to the shore,
I travail as she groveled into my percipience,
I would no longer stay defiant to your touch,
Touching upon your impetuous palpable body,

Apprehensive of what your loving me might doth,
The ichorous in her eyes that echoes within,
Bellows in a delineation of abyss of passions ardor,
Deliquescing into each other’s arms unfolding in,
Elysium amorousness”
By A. Guzaldo 06/12/2018 ©

“My love is of a birth as rare as we were born,
And as of yet has not reached its greatest height,
I have begun this love due to the desperation afore,
Desperate origin has brought me to sacredness,

But our so affaire-de-coeur was truly infinite,
Fresh air of the flowered pedals spilt redolence      
Where our outspread souls affix jointly,
There awaits our indomitable fate meets resolute,

As we hugged as horded lovers betwixt,  
Feared an eye of enviousness tyranny upon,
Two splendid lovers notably closing tightly,
As our bodies meet my sudation trickles like mist,

Her loving eyes caressing lusts fondled gaze,
Exposed pent into lovers sphere of embracement,
Moving into every cusp greeting where we never met,
Therefore the love which executed had us bound,

Now our cosmos travail with a new paroxysm,
Fissure of our affaire-de-coeur”
  
   By A. Guzaldo 07/10/2018 ©

“Come to me in the adumbration of the night,
The hopeless longing of the day I bare for thee,
Come to me in the adumbration and caress my brow
I suffer so without you my love to be near,

I say love why languish when we were near,
Why do I see a haunted visage afore your face,
I am enigmatic on days we are not met dowager,
I will be well in the morn to know you did not chicanery,

The acumen there I can't see in dew of squalor.
I shall not always be visage abject and mute,
We are not made to live in an eternity of lachrymose,  
The night whose arrant bosoms relieve the torment,

As while in the dark I shall hide my heart that exudes,
Sparkling stars above and the crag of oxygen you proffer,    
This is when we will plant and on other days shall reap,
Planting of beguiling limbs afore me savory peplum,

Nights will more than profit from day’s rueful longing,
To know that your presence will take away my trepidation”
By A. Guzaldo 07/07/2018 ©

Occasionally notably one may travel and find,
Gawking carelessly on a barn in their midst,  
With fruits and grain scattered throughout,
Suffused with the sweet scent of the wheat,

With caulked vapors floret above at days end,  
The sundown spreads its beauty upon the lands,
And the obstinate blackbirds singing above
Among the glistening river the burbots jump,

One could never forget the daffodils cordage,
The scent of tilled lands afore one in ones travels,
And consistence a rancher with furlongs of cattle,
Or that old apple cider press in the old southern towns,

But where is the canticle of spring to come around,
Hours pass into days and the days into months,
Where are they when will this wonderful season come,  
As the sun percolates warmth upon the flowers to grow,

Carved work by hand of famed craftsman farm gates,  
The gates cast round fettered before my eyes,
A prognoses is all too clear of what lays afore me,
Winter will follow the fall as it always will do,

Spring summer and fall will again be part of the past,
As morning comes from eve amass the rooster’s crow,
I guess one can be compared to seasons born and bloom,
It is then we have experienced the seasons at their optimum,
   As the canticle of seasons have been attained”
                 By A. Guzaldo 07/06/2018 ©

"Words from her are lucent to my drab,
She sees the shade of dun in my eyes,
It's her that makes my aura once again,
She procures all of the fears I have had,

The waves in my life were ever so halcyon,
She know how many times I’ve lamented,
And now has filled all my islets from darkness,  
Her proficient love has made me unabridged,

I was firstly resistant to her gentle touch,    
Her beauty piqued at my heart and soul,
She held me softly yet intensely,
Looking into her deep dark alluring eyes,

I was ever so quickly enthralled to her,
As her hand gently touches me with fervor,
We  deliquesced into each other’s arms,
Bequeathed we gave with complete dalliance"
By A. Guzaldo 07/05/2018 ©

"Unprepared I wondered into her burrow,
My endeavors were useless as her beauty,
Plod into my conscience,
Aghast at what in your beauty I might find,

I couldn’t resist in going and touching her near,
If she were to resist what would I do in interim,
The closer I had gotten the more she toiled my soul,
It is as if I had entered a dream and wit not to awake,

Than finally adjacent deliquesced in each other’s embrace,
Free from iniquity I gave myself deluded to her,  
An archipelago had opened before with her tenderness.
No longer live in dark places as she has brightened all,  

Illuminating my soul with each one of her embraces,
A heart once cold and cruor with such from melancholy,
My only assuagement bad anamnesis gone from mind
For she comes to me in a mystifying incognizant way”

“There is a place for us in the enclaves afore,
Where the blackbirds sing and flowers bloom,
As our love propagates and creates our passions,
And our allot filled longing of embracing,

We have always reaffirmed to be with each other,  
When I am alone that is my only breach,
A breach of passion love and scent of your body,
Futurity without you would be altruism of sorrows,

Cognizance of her near acquittal of my flaming ardor,  
Nothing to regret as we long to hold each other,
Surely in the eyes of others there more alluring,
Or in the eyes of others more captivating than thee,

In my eyes and throughout my life you are my aristocracy,
A symbolic meaning of true love within ones heart,
This I share within humanity my heart and soul,
Entire gratification is the crapulence of my love,

Being isolated with her and her alone,
I was lost into the tenderness of her eyes,
I believe a fiery passion will exist in our tombs,
My sonnet is added with laments of laconism,

In end we will be on two estuaries of different paths,
As I feel the sound of the stream pulsate in my torso
I chose the lonely one which will make for asceticism,”

By A. Guzaldo 06/29/2018 ©


By A. Guzaldo 06/29/2018 ©

“Perception lost in this coppice of desolation,
That has been enthralled into my soul,
I no longer know where to find her,
I harken her voice in the gusty gale,

In my hours of sleep I feel her under my skin,
Now months seem as years ephemeral,
As time passes its cataclysm is episodic to you,
As I sit here in a trapped incubus of remorse,

I no longer hunger for that daily bread of entity,
My starvation is deeper and more adherent,
Feeding on the memory of her and love once was,
Meander fragrance of her ascends through psyche,    

Captive in this refuge of love once past me by,
Dream journeys lead me to the islet where we met,
That day I remember her smiling beautiful face,
Seems if it were miles and miles away yet so near,

As she moves on in her life may she be strong,
May her prowess be all that it can be afore?
May I take the pain of a broken heart instead of thee?
Initiating in the new dawn my desolation shall begin,

To once again start bleakness in sunrise refuge”
By A. Guzaldo 06/27/2018 ©

Locked in what seems to be a cage,
I stare upon emptiness,
As I cannot deny what is before me,
That the other voice is not my own,
As my rationality succumbs to my imagination,
I feel my soul is cold my burden is no lighter,
Is this what our parents have brought us too?
Is this really the Land of the Free and
Home of the BRAVE?
I ask as my tears fall upon my young face!
Streaming down my cheeks,”
By A. Guzaldo ©

“I envisage I know the love before me,
Albeit her being to that is howbeit sad,
She is the benevolence of sadness afar,
She has a tale of poignant yet sad agony,

As I say hello there is a look of sulk,
Hello as she shrugs a teardrop heart,
A moment of calm as eyes shed a tear,
An uplifting upsurge as she realizes it’s me,
  
Distant waves break and swallows awake,
Heart of such beauty with such tears that weep,  
Let’s promise each other to leave aggregate,
We need to put all that aside and it is us we shall keep,

Days of you brooding in weep will no longer ensue,
In the present we are the ones that have chosen,
Constant thoughts of sadness will no longer endure,
You will love me and I as well will adore thee,

Our sea Journey afore us will be jubilant,
The fortuity of your teardrops will subside,
Under Errant Skies”
BY A. Guzaldo 06/22/2018 ©

“Ambrosial Aqueous”

A lonely waterway where the waves await,
You reunify the lives of the seas conflagration,
Everything pulls away from me here in the cusp.
My somber heart seeks you always I love your anatomy,

Cavorting flames of desire that climbs to my heart,
Caliginous sweet aphid fervent as the glowing sun,
Your agile heart and soul draws me to you,
Oh those celestial given lips of a somber smile,

With your happy body and your luminous eyes,
Earthly passionate vapors of silence appear amid,
As the silence of the World befalls upon us,
You hold out your beautiful arms before me,

I now have no choice as my ensuing fervor ascendancy,
As the crapulence of waves my arms embrace her,  
The cruor of my body waken in vigilance morass,
Our fervor ends like waves have risen to the empyrean,

Succumbed to a flowery scented ambrosial aqueous”
    BY AG 06/19/2018 ©

“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,  
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,

Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,

And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,  
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,  

One need not love if love is not had hinder,  
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,

Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©

"As you are concentrating long and adamantly,
As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us,
That billow through our daily lives my dear,
Those elations we have to decide for imminent,

If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me,
Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline,
The islet where my roots are that embrace me,    
With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,

But remember what you have done on this day,
I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know,
And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,  
If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny  

With all the implacable palatableness and love derived,
Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers,
As our lips clung intensely to seek one another,
To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,

An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,  
Both must understand the different aspects of one another,
It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always,
Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"
  BY AG 06/14/2018 ©

“She was beautiful in a stoic sense,
As if she was not aware of the beauty,
She did not have fancy clothes or jewelry,
However her eyes struck of such beauty,

As the color of the deep blue sea,
When she smiled it was a gasp of crisp air,
Her lips matched the rest of her natural beauty,
She spoke with a soft modest voice,

She was extremely exhilarating and splendid,
The wind wisp in her hair shown a radiant fiber,
How one could love this stoic beauty amidst,
She suffocated beauty out of the fore deep sea,

Her eyes and face poignantly melancholy,
Yet she radiated beauty as not aware,
At that point egress mercurial joy between us,
Than show her she was with such artistry grace,

It was than a prodigious billow of hunger,
For this woman before us ensued,
As lightning flashed exaltingly trembling we kissed,
And neither of us would feel hunger again now as one,
A concomitant glass of my Stoic BEAUTY”
    By AG 06/10/2018 ©

“Glaring at the sun above as she sets,
Reminds me of the ardor I spent on you,
As was the love you had for me,
Once as a crisp bright Sun glaring,

Now just a sad moon with sparking stars,
As stars look as if they kiss crescent moon,
How I wish she was near me and not so far,
As the distant blackbirds auscultate so sweetly,

Betwixt the emerald cove dawn rising again,
The smell of the salt on the billow sea,
The aroma of the perennial in their bloom,
In arrant of the beauty comes mist of indigence,

When there is love nothing is Impossible,
When her lips met mine it was beatitude,
Now just a painted effigy cognizance within,
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,

While my soul speaks to yours,
The words ever heeding to be said,
But I alone shall hearken at the emerald cove”

BY AG 06/07/2018 ©

"Acquiescence of a Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  
And secretes his or her fervor and soul ,
With alluring  words of  nuance,
That tell a story of emotion of,
Love sadness and more in  canticles or sonnets,
That one will never FORGET"

“The enclave and eyes of the waves,  
She belonged on a reef near the sea,
As she will leave the sea in a hazy daze,  
Feelings for her have grown and developed,
  
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
Lost without the tenderness of her eyes,
Those eyes that have captivated me,  
Upon peering into her eyes time stood still,  

I am lost into the intensity of her speech,
Speech that brims into my ears with joy,
I am lost into the fervency of her heart,
Fervor reaches me even though we are apart,

Amidst our meeting it was love from the start,
My heart bears inscrutable pain without her
That endless comfort inner happiness when near,
The love we shared was beyond any composition,
  
As distant waves and blackbirds awake,
May her littoral protoplasm never deliquesce,
On the waves of the enclave”
    By AG 06/06/2018  ©

My fervent love for you inspires me to sonnet,
I love the way your heart spirit and soul loves,
You have breached my mind the day and finis eve,
The words of love and pain that I dream of,

Let me compare you to a great conjuration?
You are an accolade of fervor beatified deity,
As the Great sun heats the peaches of June,
Summertime as it beautifies the flowers that bloom,  

You ask how I love thee how can I not,  
I love the aegis the emotion shown with words,
As they bellow like copious out over your argot,
Thinking of your prolific love fills my days.

My love for you is this relish my words,
Always ode in your mind and heart,
Remember my words love whilst we're apart,
BY AG 05/02/2018 ©

“We were affirmed to fill each other’s souls,
And I so wondered does she love me as once?
Its dubiety that one should never have to voice,
The strength in your words has become futile,
      
My love is unequivocal with no quandary just praise,
I know no other way to love you other than I have,
Because love is meant to be linked as one to other,
I believe no woman should be without a crown,

Recall your soul clenched in that poignancy of quarry,
I feel as if you have your hand caressing my chest,  
Auspices armor for every hand like fruits of the sun,    
Create women into mystically celestial beauties,    
        
How has the integral of love come on me abruptly?
For when I am sad I always know she is far away,
With egoistic antipathy subjugated transient bravura,
Confined souls left in disarray coerce incessant decay,

It is said you expire twice once when your love leaves,
And when the person you loved calls your name anew,    
It is then we will receive our Laurel Arch”
                       By AG 06/01/2018 ©

“Raging waves of the sea foaming out shame,
Wandering stars above to which is reserved,
As my obscurity shall befall me perpetually,
I know not how to contain me in this macrocosm,
    
As a quavering adumbration quirks my hands,        
The hard brisk hour of night falls upon me quickly,        
The swishing foam of the sea sashes before me,          
My first vision in all my nights will forever be of her,  

The barren quays at eventide feathered varmint gather,
If I were to think with acrimony of this once realm,
Of foremost loves that has passed me through my life,  
She has left me at the fringe of the sandy littoral,

As I have decided to leave my heart felt altruism,
It is my hour of adieu oh me the dissipated one,
Her coiffure her guise of such charm lips of lust,
I adored her all this love will never be restored,

A  Poet’s words of love penned on tattered paper,
All the words of love and pain that many fear of,
Expressed in through the ink drafted on paper,
Poets die but their words anamnesis is perpetual”
                   By AG 05/29/2018 ©

"Ardor yet torment are so abutting in tactility of amass,
Yet the latter is so very arduous,
Love can be like the flower that will not bloom,
Yet carries the love you had to others hidden in the dark,

We must thank the love we had may shed the aroma,
May the love once had may survive dimly within our souls,  
The incandescent that rises from ground to your cilium,
Your alluring artistry protoplasm your prose your aroma,

That of a love that once cared yet left your palate in torment,
When your love and beauty gave exigent to my heart and soul,
As does the sea give oxygen to its living things to live,
Of my heart to my noumenon maybe I can live without you,

One day a new love I shall affix a diadem in my lonesome dynasty,
What sorrow did I not express to you was my sorrow immersed,
From crest to surge I still canticle your name as I wonder,
You were the long stem floret that comminuted my soul,"

Many poems are of heartfelt sadness,
Poems of heartbreak or a lost love,
That of joy happiness there is an array
Numerous avenues to compose poetry,

It is emotions channeled onto a piece of paper,
It is an expression of the Heart the mind and the soul,
The art of writing or reading poetry begins,
Mastering connotatively in particular poems,

From the most simple to the very complex,
This sounds judicious however it is totally amiss,
The art of reading poetry doesn’t start with thoughts,
Of an historical moments or great philosophies,

It begins with reading the words in thinking or meaning,
Meaning of the art of poetry themselves,
Although poetry or ballad can be intrinsically difficult,
A poet searches momentum to assume proper wording,    

Poems are of different moments subjects heartfelt,  
Example when I write a poem as you will find in mine,
In my poems and books I look for an adherent word to express,
Writings and books I look deep into my soul depending,

The title of an adhered poem should grasp attention,
As to identify fully what the poem is about,
Although we are not large in numbers,
As little as quite a few poems will give insight
On all the most wordy clues in the feelings,
Of your adherent CLUES!

“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time we shall perpetually attire,

The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,

Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,

Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,

I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
By AG 5/20/2018 ©

“As I watch her words undulate off her tongue,
As words gyrate like raindrops upon my brow,
Our plight embrace shall never be severed,
We are driven fervently with passion as we gaze,

As we embrace in an avidity of passion,
With deep fervor engulfed with luminance,
Caressing soft silky innuendos of lasciviousness,
A gulp of cloying surrender of fiery passion,

Always be with me the in littoral of my anamnesis,
As Neptunian waves ripple along the shoreline,
Standing obscure vigilance on the shores anamnesis,
Even though we look as tides drift to our costal shore,  

As the immenseness of the sea allures to its depth,
As does your soul allures me to the fervor abyssal,
You emerge as my vitality as the chimera of lust,
Now dissipated of your caresses have sealed my love,

With no contrition we ardently agog to embrace as one,
To be consumed with an Avidity of Passion”
      By AG 4/18/2018 ©

May the penumbra of your green eyes ogling gently,
You have left me with this secret in my soul,
May I recount to you an image of you before me?
Jollity as of a magnificent art painting of innocence,

There you were susurrated in reciting a canticle,
Acute feelings in my heart as the respite end,
As you spoke the words spiraled over your tongue,
Radiates over your lips I am laced in your rapture,

Your eyes are my guide to stay always by your side,
This love will never be replaced I’m born to love you,
I shall pirouette a tale for you of star studded loves,
I suspire for you my love for you is perpetually yours,

My love for you I have found your smile is my light,
Wreathed like a web of intensely yearning desire,
As warm as the west winds blow with sunsets heat,
Blossomed in canticles as it breaks into an eruption,

As we cling closer before a festive ligature of flames,
Inebriated with our own artistic designs of pure love,
I embark as a sail into virtuous commonage of our desires,
I shall commune to you in all silence in all passion,

Luminously bright and pure as a star lit night,
Reticence with halcyon moments of our passions”
                              By AG 05/10 2018 ©

Am I euphoric about the love I once had?
Or am I euphoric regarding the life I’m living?
In this present moment and time I am without,
My life surrounded that of an ocean of sad waves?

Arrant rocks feeling of swimming in the deep,
Blue sea,.
But in the end I am the canticle of the love
Love I had that I may neither have again?

Someday somewhere she may return to me,
The ardor for one woman and one woman alone,
Is this the emotion that one should feel in life?
When you fall in the declivity of fervor,

Oh dear woman of whom I loved and lost,
Hope linked and force merged now despaired.
She came like the morning sun with hope and love,  
Destiny I had so longed for a voyage of docility,


There now sets before me obsidian arid of islets,
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage,
Now left to wonder where my animus furtively is,  
And my longing for you everything sank to the,
Dregs of the abyss”
By AG 05/07/2018 ©

“We yearned for each other in another dialect,
Glancing at words we could hardly read,
But it didn’t matter our ardor was alive,
And as neat as can be amidst each line,  

Boundary of chats were for our eyes only,
Where no one but us could discern,
As on the horizon appears the realm,
Then the simmering shadow procures,
      
Welkin above now along with the ocean wall tide,
As welkin and umbra erupt in the crash,
The brisk aurora erode the crashing blue tide waves,
Now arrives in total darkness as the tide subdues,

As the sea cannot exist without its crackling salts,
Neither can I exist with a breach of your love,
I am like a simple sea shell surrounded by an ocean,
An ocean of your love in silent slender artistic form,

She is the amorous in my spirit and I the gallantry,
Never to be swept away by an imbrued heart”
  By AG 05/01/2018 ©

“I am that of a rugged farmhand quite,
Adept to love cordially,
As that alone of a man and the sea,
Created in the depths of the ocean floor,

Envisioning you brought me to the earth,
Leaping bounds in wonder of the sunlight you bring,
As if on the back of a blackbird disgorged from his beak,
Adjacent the swampy sand shore with crushing waves,

Body of not a dowager but of a celestial woman,
I could survive this if this was not a delusion,
I could utilize my feelings as a weapon to elude her to me,
She will be in my arms I know when the time is right,
The hour of reprisal abates and I know I love this matron,

I will prevail in the elegance of this beautiful deity,
Darkness falling upon us as I thirst for immutable desire,
A silk white obis garb of roses beneath the garment,
Our voices assessing words and then our merriment of fervor,
As the ennui follows joy jaded our eyes vision of Passion”

By AG 04/26/2018  ©

“A Gorgeous deity a beautiful being recently,
Asked if I had any siblings and who were they,  
I told her about my sister that passed,
From dreaded cancer she suffered she was my best friend,  

She said it must have ripped a piece of your heart out,
I continued and said it was three pieces ripped out,
My Mother my Sister and my Father,
I replied I still have a quarter of a heart left,

I use it to help those in need who have broken hearts,
It facilitates the missing parts of my own heart,
I help to give happiness to those in need,
I miss them all very much very soon we will not be apart,
For now they are just a MEMORY AWAY!”
     By A. Guzaldo 04/22/2018

"She absorbed everything within my soul,
Like the ocean plummets a sailing vessel,
Ultimate cursed beacon acquisitions a fire,
As the estuary coalesce in the inclement sea'

Cognizance of her always emanates as if surrounded,
I have been forlorn as the tide crashes upon the reef,
Heart mutilated my enervated spirit limp and distraught,
My face cannot hide the perception of loves deceived,

Like frigid perennials fallen upon my dormant heart,
Now seems as expelled from the beaks of songbirds,
And from celestial thoughts to an abyss of detritus,  
Maybe I may never shine again or love again as once,

How terrible and brief was my desire to her!
I have built a bulwark around my sentiments
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Although desires and bulwark aligned my being,
It is but a vellum of a falsehood of my,
Existing Desires”
By AG 20/04/2018 ©

This is not a profession,
It is a seminar of hearts expression,
It is the truth that mends hearts,
Hearts that have been deceived,
As cold flowers rain upon ones heart,
From the beaks of song birds,
The abyss of detritus to Celestial thoughts,
This is POETRY

“I wish to alleviate all your painful lesions,
Enrapture is not the obstacle it’s the amplitude,
In all aspects of love and the way your ardor desires,
I recall your heart pulsating as I kissed your *****,

A large ambit I have found love and seas between us,
My broken heart I will try to heal as I cherish your being,
We are so far aloof now I pray always until that day,
Until this dream becomes reality I will see your guise,
And hear your voice,

My heart thrusts a balefire light in an impending shadow,
That someday we may meet to be together and complete,
Upon I kissing your lips it was as a quaff of sweet wine,
Softness that was never earlier felt by another,

I was kissing you and in its silence holding you tightly,
Kissing from your lips to your torso,
Smelling like a summer rose I heard your heart speak,
I am ever so drawn to you as life’s kismet,

I endlessly listen to the oceans calamitous cries,
In my awareness I must hear the coral reef upsurge,
There was thirst and hunger and you were my fruit,
I gather it up in an ethereal chalice of tempestuous dipsomania”

“She who has infused every minute of my day,
Hastens through titillating my endorphins.
Absconded hiding within myself,  
As blue crystals glaring teeter in the sea,

As we sanction the reticence of ardor,
While the sea eradicates its perennial effigy,
As infinite cascades eradicate beneath us,
As the water stride procures to the sandy shore,

Where the waves shatter on unsettled rocks,
As once again the clear light bursts as sun sets,
Enmeshed in a fabric of palpable vibrant colors,
Portrayed as that of a burlesque plumeria of infinites,                  

The plumeria burst of aureoles immortal love,
Unyielding its pedals as the devouring sea rotates,
Will ephemeral demise procure in the deep blue sea?
Over its blue pedaled face an astringent frown,

We have embarked on a promenade of love my dear,
I now stand before you no longer with emptiness,
Only perennial affection that you are mine and I yours,
       In our Aureoles of Plumeria”  
By AG 03/10/2018 ©

“Banish if you will the rancor,
And its profound rooted core within,
Memorialize that is was this rancor,
That induced the agony in your heart,

Nestle the anamnesis that healed your heart,
Hold all that inclusive what made you feel right,
Bring the recognition of your auspices;
Push aside the despondency of the agitation,

Sunshine will Nurture the wellbeing of within,
Preposterous as it may seem it is the placebo,
It is the manner that you will adhere to your dreams,
Love will be the palatableness in your laughter,

You will postulate all your dreams now imminent,
All the people that you believed in and loved,
To that every tear you have cried due to rancor,
The future now of your canticle of emphatic dreams”
By Ag 03/10/2018 ©

“Every rose has a brier we are not perfect,
Now all that remains is our piano obscurity,
I am sure you know where to find me?      
Captivate me before this light etiolates away,

You broke the current that flows in my heart.
When I'm around you everything is exquisite,
May you please kiss me and no more deceit?  
I want you to hold me I want you to feel me,

May you again take me into your hearts yearning?
You are my soul my everything with you I am complete,  
I give my all to you with no regrets my perfect love,
I am so lonely but I will not chase you my dove,
                                            
Our Passions born in the brinks of the enclaves,
Let us bare pleasures against the leviathan of earth,
May our memories hidden as baguettes return intense love?
Secret nights and unforgettable kisses etched upon my lips,

I need you ever so stronger as we tremble together,
Far passing the stroke of a normal beating heart,
Once again as before never tremble and never part,
As I praise you and love you with my cries of Fervor”
  By AG 04/08/2018 ©

“What inexorable sweetness as my heart aches for you,
As flowers suddenly surround me when you are near  
The flaming desire within me is never cooled,
It will never be extinguished or set to one side,

My love reinvigorates the love you bestow to me,  
You gladly invaded a dark place in my life,  
You have brought the burning sun upon me anew,
You have removed the melancholy ****** upon my person,
  
There is no longer black cruor dripping from my heart,
I wish to go to the sea in the spring as we watch the cascades,
I long to hear your laughter as the flower begin to grow,
My deity is the flower I have long awaited as our lips mingle,
  
The opulent scent of you that has evolved my inner feelings,
I feel within an immense wave of satisfaction as our desires equal,  
The day our torsos diverged out on the dust beneath us,
I have waited long please do not ever stray away again,

If you do I will perpetually wander until I find you my love,
The archipelagos that surround I will quest until I find you,
I shall search in the palatial estates for you deity,
If not I shall fall like an anchor thrown from a barge at sea?
My Treasure Trove”
By AG 04/05/2018 ©

“As that of butterfly she sits not afar off from me,
Ah I notice a glance procure every so often,
Oh the body of excellence the skin of papal host,
She has made me feel alive again with her allure,

The wind blows the aroma of galbanum,
From this ethereal beauty,
As I now sit with an apothecary of emotions,
Abasement has slain my inspiration to continue on,
Light of another diurnal is not sufficient for my cogitation,

Could earth be cloistered in some obscure place?
In her curves and the galbanum of her body,
I am besieged by the enlightening celestial beauty,  
This could be the most ecstatic point of my life,

Your skin, your big eyes, alluring one be my alluring one,
You are beginning to be my light my shadow alluring one,
Magnetism is what you are alive in front of me my allure,  
I can feel the Tender Touch of your hands the tender lips upon, mine,

As the sea influxes collide in the sea before us,
As we cosset in the sand you are now my,
Ethereal ALLURE”
By AG 04/1/2018

At no time have I repressed your voice,
At no time have I repressed your eyes,
At no time have I repressed the essence of you,
Like the essence of sweet flowers in time of autumn,

I am a prisoner with ambiguous memory of you,
I survive still with the pain the wound you have cajoled,
I shall live with such pain for without the anamnesis of you,
Would mean no more adversity to perception of thee,

We have now Celestial perimeters between us,
But still cognizance of you quells my heart and soothes my soul,
I anticipate the flames that were ascertained as we touched,  
Fervor born in utopia but known to man as titillation,

I have loved you for many years my beauty of Nacre,
My words cascaded upon you as I caressed your body,
It was then at long last you slept in my arms as shadows came
And it was then I realized you were a conclude Cognizance
Of my once LOVE"
By AG 03/29/2018 (c)

There is a remote Arid as I walk along its sandy drifts,
Oh tomb of dregs bitter where black birds trek,
The still air whisks flower canticle melodies of sorrow,  
I am a lost discoverer on an unending journey,

This desolate sand has an eerie obverse familiarity,
As if I have roamed this valley once before,
In hopes of fleeing from an agonizing past,
In search of something reliable & steadfast,

Oh deep blue Ocean in the vastly distance,
To have her in my arms would be like a dagger of angst,
As the fiery sun blazes brightly with a sky of blue,
I can only say at the endow of this journey I hope for you,

The heat of the Arid bears too much for survival,
It is your love that keeps me live as I thrive forward,
As the stars cold hoist up above craving subside,
At night comes frigid cold fastened to the sand,  

I grab sand perplexed as it slips through my fingers,
Yearning as my love has befallen with my present anguish,
For I now am that forlorn Lover in the ARID SANDS”
       By AG. 3/25/2018 (C)