“The long day abates and the full moon rises,
My bleached islet does all the more for my writing,
The ghastly imagery that haunts me in my somber,
Can I forget of all the distortion that was to follow?

As I easily compare you to a lustrous brilliance,
Meanders of her invading my mind of the days,
Thinking of your precise grandeur fills my days,
Meadow flowers and butterflies on summer’s day,

Immersed inside nightly dreams a new perspective,
Our heated toasts the past frolics of seasons,
Our summertime on the sleepy hollows cosmic,
The sounding furrows for my purpose holds,

It may be that the gulfs one day will wash us down,
The prudence labor of love procured slowly once again,
Whisking our rugged ways and through softening civilities,
Wishfully subdued them to the useful and the good,

I will one day taste the sensation of your desperation,
Closing my eyes I am transported to another dimension,
Of common duties decent and never to fail afore me,
I hope to gain the images scarcely make any sense,

My voyage continues unabated as I go forward,
No ballad or acumen can be found as I am drifting,
Unfettered and confused from days past in life,
I now sense slowly drowning immersed in my tears”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/15/2018 ©

“I do now by ebbing which life no longer does,
I can feed on hills of glory and bales of wheat,  
Of what the harvest behold as the spring yields,  
For my once love has given me leave cessation.

My heart which once was vigorous is now in blight,
By the ascertainment of so many storms in life,    
All fractured and ripped becomes cataclysm pillage,
Deceitful ambitions once was a cadre now is archaic,

Now feet move slowly still turn back the thoughts past,
A slothful feeling within my paltry limbs and little strength,
Inevitability now carries me along to that old gray stone,    
At times end I upon the shoreline hills of my enclave,

May my steps walk back once more to view my impurity,
And hold near to have infinity if only for a moment,
When in nirvana a desert beauty bloom of flowers,  
As the energy that presage in my inexorable twilight,
                 By Andrew Guzaldo 11/11/2018 ©

“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 ©

“Haecceity of Love”
“Let me fall in love with you,
For one last time,
It doesn't matter if you leave me,
One more time as it matters not,

If you break my poor simple heart again,
Just let me fall in love again,
With you one more time,
The way we looked at each other,  

As we possessed our smiles,
As we did once in total silence,
You possessed my fragile soul,
Let me fall in love with you again,

May my flesh still feast upon yours?
In this my haecceity of love”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/08/2021

"Well let me take my words,
And co-join them to depict,
The feelings that I have for,
She, who I love,

It seems as if yesterday we,
Were a couple Pondering,  
Dreaming and gazing in the future?                  
Shall I utter her name oh I choose not,

For I have lost a lot,
For the effluvium of her patronymic,
Rips my soul apart no end,
Leaving a burning flame in my heart,

A flame that once burned with desire,
From both of us tween each other,
That through the years we require,
A love that had no need to smother,

It was truly something amazing as it seems
I had never felt before in my life,
To have finally met the woman of my dreams,
To know how she had really become my WIFE”

“How can I now discern you,
At which horizon will you descry,
I hear your voice in the gale,
I close my eyes and stroke you,

As you procure beneath my dermis,
Now a part of my heart now my umbra,
I await you perpetually this I say,
As you have drifted so far away,

I travailed thee nothing more to expound,      
I do not know how to love without you,
All of these nights without you,
All of my fantasies besiege you,

If I see and I touch your face,
I will easily fall into your embrace,
I don't know how to ardor if not to you,
In end I must learn to live without you,
I must cultivate my alluvion melancholy”
    By Andrew Guzaldo 08/12/2018 ©

“This scorched land has a proteus yet correlate intimacy,
Could it have been I was once before thee in the aft?
Maybe when I was on the abscond of tortuous criterion,
In search of something imminent that is decisive coeval,

Scurry beams of spirit would be like a noxious gallimaufry,
Oh vault of slags bitterness where feathered creatures ****,
Remote land that is before me in lieu of the love I have lost,
The quietude air whisks flower chorale refrains of melancholy,

I am a lost pioneer on an unending expedition for melioration,
Deep blue brine in the vastly distance awaits an archipelago,
To not have her in my arms would be like a blade of dread,
As the fiery sun blazes brightly with a sky of blue as am I,

I can only say at the endow of this journey I hope for her,
Scorching this barren land is nihility compared to her loss,
It is her love that keeps me live as I thrive forward,
As eventide arrives frigid cold that was aft scorched land,  

As I ponder exordium with the thought of oppressed feelings,
Yearning as my love has befallen with my present anguish,
For I now am that oppressed suitor on Scorched Lands”
    By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/07/2019 #172

“Devotions reveal fervor subdues yet never conclude,
The pleasures that interim of a lost romance,
Desire now greed no ecstatic long nights,
Now my mind is fulfilled with past gander of delicacy,

Of what the summer or the springtime provided,
For love and time past hath given thee leave to rest.
No stature is higher than the beauty of silence,
Silence in my gloomy of days your laughter freed all,

The soil far off times removed from the afore charts,
And where the marks of once were to find thy hoped port,
On distant shores east or west alas a last resort,
Those angst and hath left no lamp to guide my love,

May you lead me to a garden of your gratification my dear?  
Do not say that the element of grief in hearts pulsation,
I will never divest my senses of the elation of solitude,
When images of sunlight dissipate I will languish in the,
Glory of darkness”  
By Andrew Guzaldo 2/01/2019

“For those of us who live at the esplanade,
Cold grows colder even as the days grow longer,
Fair youths beneath the trees thou canst not leave,            
Bare essential alone for those that cannot indulge,

Vapor light buffing dreams to ones doorways,
Looking inward and outward as once before,
After seeking one now can indulge in the future,  
Vigilance of succubus in the minds of our youth,

For those of us who were imprinted with fear
As things in need of doing go undone,
Homeric of old anxieties beacon in the night,
As this faint apparition looms before us in fears,

With that and buried ambitions rise up afore one,
These have peregrination the coldest lands and sea,  
Although we ingest again or feel the adulate of love,  
We are aghast once loved will fade as we are alone,

Preyed epics of old anxieties beacon into the night,
Those of us seem not be heard nor best if we were silent,
Linger long a sacrifice may creates a stone in our hearts”

“I have written the bewildering’s of many,
But today it is I that will share my effete,
As starlight night, makes me feel canny,
To share what has broken my heart apart

Tonight I can write these,
Mystifying words of enchantment,
To think that I do not have you,
To feel that I have lost you,
To hear as I feel sadness of night

My feelings for her shall always,
Remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't I that was at fault,
I long for her now that we are apart,
But as in my mind  and heart you will remain,

My love for you would have brightened,
All  our days in a mystifying way,
I miss you more than words can say,
It is sad to see, we are so far away,

But please may she realize I think of her,
In every mystifying  moment of everyday,
As I go through life completely Obfuscated”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2017 ©

“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

“I do not know when love became nebulous,
I know not of another that has felt this way,
Your name is a hand I can never hold or cradle,
Love for her now became a seethe of virtue,

How I loved thee with all my sanity and integrity,
Such a love brought me comfort to my illimitable life,
Now my love merely brought more pain than deserved,
Her love now nothing but ardent wilderness with no mist,

Being a curmudgeon in the life of love is not right,
Love needs to be nurtured as do flowers and trees,
Shall always search for the Sun shine as love nurtures
Search for the same sun shines in hopes love grows,

My life has become the coincidence of a bad retention,
Retention of sight sound and fear of distant apparitions,
I then wonder did she ever really love me did she even care,
Her utterance faded and lost its way over her tongue,

Physique of this matron the dexterity I seek is not puerile,
A dream can come true I can then love someone again,
My aridity line was across the sand for thee my ardor,  
Oh great ocean of the sea that barrows fools like me,

Drab tears of the sea eternal thirst for thee follow me,
Fetch forth afore forlorn subsidies of my adulation,
As my apathy follows with such abiding anguish,
Animus assuage for my psyche as in the deep blue”
  By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/047/2019 #171

With love happiness ensues upon you, happiness may
However caution prevail it can Turn to anguish,
It can changed the way I now feel,
Memories in my head waking up or in bed,

Where the life love I no longer saw her face,.
My heart was cold, my very soul was dead.
When you are loved they make you happy,
When they turn on your love its sadness to bear,

She was so dear to me and she caught me heedless,
Your heart pumps like mad but you feel nothing but love
You can't sleep for as it almost seems needless
I was unprepared when I fell into your chicanery burrow,

I must perceive to hide my scars from the world,
My heart abates as it struggles to pump life,
Behind once her happy smile now my withered tears,
My pain well aware in my eyes to others,
I linger for someone to ask WHY?  
CHIANCERY of my once Love"

“I have been into many murky corners of the world,
As my life and love no longer recognized my face,
My heart was bleak my very soul bereft of life,
Only alleviation is memories dawdling in my mind,

We encountered each other on a somber day,
As you caught me impromptu I fell in your burrow,
I endeavored as you writhe into my every thought,
Alarmed if you were to love me what would be found,

As I stayed resolute to your every movement,
You advanced toward me ever the more such,
You were a sweet affable **** to my soul,
I was awaken with her sweet innocent beguile,

I gave myself completely to this beguiled deity,
Passions of fervor melting in a linked embrace,
An entire meaning of life and love were opened,
It is she now that makes me whole with such fervor,

She my glint of light that now illuminates my soul,
Through any storm that now might arise my soul mate”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/09/2018 ©

"A friend is someone,

Who knows the song,

In your heart and sings,

It back to you when,

You have forgotten,

How the words go,"

“Lamenting round many voices come colleagues,
I said cometh and no one knew of the ataraxy,
Where or how my aperture throbbed daily,
No conations or bannerols just no aplomb for me,

Only an aperture of thorns that love had opened,
I and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth,
Nor the blood rose that spiraling into the silence,
Dear one can we forget the perennials with such thorns,

It may be that the inlet will wash our prudence labors
The prudence labor of the love slowly apportioned,    
Love for you is the dedicated menial memories afore.
Heated toasts the past frolics of comatose seasons,

Tsunamis and barbarity swarm about our fettered feet
I felt the taste of flaming passion in mouth once again
All can be forgotten of travesties of the former that follow,
As now geysers that have flood deep in a vault of passion
  
May all be subdued to the useful and momentous occasion?
Come dear with me as if this will be our last day on this earth,
To the sounding furrows of a sonnet to our invigorated sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2020 © #183

“That time of year is now beholden upon to my behold
When fall leaves drop ever so quickly leaving trees bare,
Upon those sprigs shaking now in the brittle cold,  
Even then the God gift of birds continues to warble,  

We now espy the eventide of days that plummet,
As repeatedly watch as the sun sets in the west,  
Oh how disastrous to not see luminosity in the morn,
That takes away the dreaded darkness of the nightfall,  

Peer long and hard enough at the fiber night sky,
In me you will see the radiance of sunlight fire,
Of this you will grasp what makes a tenacious love,
Love that well which I thou must devoir before long.

May I stare into your eyes again that bare brunt?
That I may rest on the ashes of my youth may I lay,
May I be absorbed by that of once had cultivated me,
Fatality its demise may seal my boundaries to my rest
Come with me my beloved as if I were the ebbing tide”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/31/2018 ©

“When you abdicate you stretch out like the world.
My body savage and peasant undermines you,
And makes a loved one leap into the bottom of the earth,
I was lonely as one could be life sailed from me,

And night invaded me with her powerful army.
To survive I forged you like a weapon of sort,
But now the hour of revenge falls, and I love you,
Body of skin of labyrinth firm and thirsty milk,

My thirst my desire without end my wavering road,
Dark river beds down which the eternal thirst is flowing,
With the waves that rush before me are against me,
Ever with invincible strength returning into my heart,

With each passing day more tranquil and peaceful,
I choose to repent a fierce longing of mind and soul,
With an outward stroke of intense power forth,
Come let us shout with no mouth nor tongue,

My heart goes out to those of dauntless courage,  
If courage may not remain when the sunsets,
With fear this glorious light may not rise in the morning,
When our stomachs are empty we are afraid of famine,

A roost that exists in our soul that we know not,
Yet sings the tune without the words as naught can be heard  
It never stops at all nevertheless its steps can be heeded,
This the sweetest in the Gale of a wavering road”  
By Andrew Guzaldo March 1,/2021 ©   #200

“Prevarication now executes flow of poised abatement,
As brilliant minds berate the clusters of the devil afore us,  
As lives turned to woe have that we wasted our time?
Shall we not reap any gain where former rule still has peace?

As our minds live and love bare and defenseless in the brine
Qualm future of banished rivals to present bliss with thee,
And aphorism to such things to beware in life afore me,  
The indignation of such threats is minimal as I have thee,

Cloudy pedanticism can’t affect the aspirations of my feelings,
Billows of elation are the veneer of my aspirant imagination,
The hopes and the challenges in one’s life are the root of triumphs,  
No matter if winds change latitude I am relentless to conquer all,

As pride which great ambition blinds me and my military might,
And futile all their progeny deceit as so shortly I will abate,
In the end shall turn and lament as the tempest change course
No longer alone without loneliness in furious dreams at rivers end,
You and I made this celestial event outcome conclusive aspiration”
    By Andrew Guzaldo 11/22/2018 ©

"A Malady so sharp,
It transfixed to my soul,
It embroiled my world,
A deception so animated,

Those vines in my Heart,
Stifling my breath,
The thorns of Sorrow,
Grasping my minds Perplexity,

Chaos and Misery all at once,
A bundle so priceless yet,
Better than none,
The Malady of the Soul,

That only time can cure,
For now I must wait,
With this pain so pure,
Is this another day,
I must ENDURE?"
Andrew Guzaldo 2017

“To discern doggerel by the afflatus of her smile,
Your altercation titillates my epical grasp,
When with her those words relate to her allure,
The color of her eyes engraves words to my soul,

The ogle before me of her deepens the ink that flows,
Her apotheosis of marrow and iris mauve into words,
The drawing depth of patterns I derive up as my poetry
Her voice when sounded catches my soul afflatus on fire,    

Igniting a flambeau of astringent words of fruitful poetry,
She gleefully carries my words to the beyond as I write,  
Where sequential conjectures apparent to my poetic stance,
As our hands enmesh this adumbration in clarifying my ardor,    

Scintillating smile leads my pen galloping poetry on my paper,
She inspired me to procure the echoing’s of her smile in poetry,  
I need to write beyond any simplistic kiss they may have occurred,    
A poetic amalgamate of poetry to procure my infinite love for our,
Inimitable Adulation”    
             By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 #169

When your son shows,
You his hands,
Show him your hands,
When your son shows,

You his eyes,
Show him your eyes,
When your boy shows,
You his soul,

Show him that’s a,
Proper place to rest it,
When your son shows you the,
Hardness that shaped him,

Show him the softness?
That our Lord has in store,
FOR HIM MY SON!

Oh the exodus blend of hope and love,
Fervor in merging with such despondency,
The affection as light as the pollen of a flower,
The words imperceptibly began to leave our lips.

How dreadfully brief my desire was to you,
In it was my jaunt of my longing to be near,
It follows me as such because you are you,
Perhaps no one believed blossoming breeze,

It follows you wherever you may be a glimmer
The glowing origin of the golden rose you are,
The Memories of you emerge and encircle me,
Like a vessel you honed immense altruism,

I raise my drink to you a drink of undying ecstasy,
As the immense prodigious shattered your vessel,
Leaving us in the solace of a distant islet,
In the darkness of the enclave your arms held me,

It was there we adjured thirst and hunger,
And you were the fruit that quenched my passion,
It is of love you will love me and I you,
It is the hour of exodus, of forlorn Love”
  By AG 03/2018

“We make midnight an autonomous time of year,
Colored lights glistening off the white frost,
Moonlights drawn by the evening clouds,
Troths offered to complete this mystical custom,

Awaiting that elfin hour anxious gods molding oar,
Each of us edacious for shining of such coruscation,
That of the candelabrum and wines of sorts to enthrall,
Audacious in thinking oblations will sojourn at a moment,

Of what is to come in New Year springtime fashions,
Synthetic faces all around as they stare of what may be,
Exuberance of the antithesis will follow coming year,
That impermanent as all the while serenity suspends,

Struggle with excitement for swaying to and thro,  
Couples embracing as the ending minutes arrive,  
Cessation as we wait for those last minutes to survive,
Leaving this just passed year we will hear nothing seems,

Then the clear crackle of explosions and applause all around,
Hoping to wonder that this New Year will not FROWN”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/31/2019  #178
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020 my POETIC Friends

“Many poems are of unfeigned sadness,
Poems of heartbreak or a lost love,
A joyful poem may need an assemblage of words,
With various copious avenues in composing 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 when,
As one Masters connotatively in particular poems,

Poems are of different moments subjects heartfelt,  
Example when I write a poem as you will find in mine,
In my poems I look for an adherent word to express,
In writings I look deep within my inner feelings,

The title of an adhered poem should grasp attention,
As to identify sense of what the poem is about,
As little as quite a few poems will give insight
As your words and feelings grapple traces,
Of my poetic undertones”
  
By Andrew Guzaldo  May 07, 2021 ©   #203

"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 Andrew Guzaldo 05/10 2018 © HP

“Valediction my love if it is really this love is over,
We have blemishes and we must live with scars,
We are tarnished tainted and decorated as well,
With filth but beneath the dust the dirt is a corpus,

Transpicuous of an oeuvre from our beginnings,
I will not tell you where the crossroads lead us,
I can tell you the collogue great flowing of water,      
And the beauty of a dark mesh woods in sync,

Love is so short yet to forget is so protracted,
I choose not to forget of thy love and beauty,
I prefer to be left with scars upon my broken heart,
As you leave the silent tears will flow with in my soul,

We had  shared degust in our lives and given so much love,
Gratitude to your love of the redolence that arose,
From the earth your soul will live obtusely in my body,
Naiad if you must go I'll get along regardless of inward pain,  
On this that is my forever collogue of a broken heart”
“By Andrew Guzaldo © 07/04/2020 Posted HP #192

"My Imagination comes from Curiosity,
A curiosity of LIFE,
A Curiosity of Sustenance and,
Defining the subject at hand,

As we look into the window of,
One's soul,
Through the soft glossy colored,
Window in one's eyes,
What is the dearest of treasures?

What is the sweetest of Pleasures?
Euphoria that over runs all measures,
Felicity sweetness of pursuing antiphon,
Happiness lies in the subduing of Hearts,

Whispering its vows as a tender pawn,
To those that are strangers to ardor,
Virtue is Imaginations strongest defender,
Homage and honor in the end fits like a glove,

When ones imagination leaps with splendor,
Makes my curiosity barnstorm and leap,
To satisfy my imagination with such provender,
To that of my curious IMAGINATION"

“Cleaving its way through waters that rise and roll,
Aghast that love may no longer return,
The auspice of which I will await with open arms,
A precipitating force of our souls once again,

Moon marked and touched by the sun magic is tacit,
So distant yet so close as once her eyes imply repudiation,
As the procuring of the inner sacrarium of her emotions,
As she sits not afar off from me with a gazing glance,

One that for too long degraded scorned and oppressed,
Will I be the one to say and to make her solitude?
Deep dark eyes of romp sadness befall upon my heart,
Her slender being bares tenderness in its silence,

Gracefulness of her movement she lives in one’s mind,
As her sadness alludes to my soul and heart,
As I close my eyes in daze as a product of beauty,
Fatigue is flowing, and the grief without a shore,

When we speak we are not afraid our words,
Everything I conceptualize spoke of how love is,
This flaming of solitude we call Love,
The unexplained animus here of all is adulated”
By Andrew Guzaldo March 27, 2021 ©   #201

“Now I am here without you,
Wish I had you near me,
So I can put my arms around you
At least I can dream of us together,
And we shall meet like always,
In the darkness of the night,
I can write words to express,
My sadness,
I love her, in so many ways,
And she loves me in so many more,
Through nights like these I once held you,
Although my days are spent melancholy at best,
But at night my dear I shall kiss you endlessly,
As the ENDLESS SKIES ABOVE”

“I avowal I won't protest sumptuous one,
Dark and uncanny way is where I long to be,
Here is where I would never be weary,
As she beamed her eyes with starlet green,

As I kissed her lips hundreds of times,
The top of her head to below forbidden line,
Shrinking sinews was procured flames of ardor,
As it trembled in subsequent delectation,

Authoring this a threnody of our beloved feelings,
Knowledge fact that you are a milquetoast woman,  
I a gregarious person to be around that of others,  
You will be enamored in ardor and pain no more,

Through the dun forest the poignancy that hinders,
When dawn arrives it wipes my impeded piquancy,
Onomatopoeia of words into echoes of stars in night,
With all my analogies thrown to the night my dear,
Once again may I be inebriated in the essence of my love,
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/30/2019  #177

“A malady so sharp,
It transfixed to my soul,
It embroiled my world,
A deception so animated,

Those vines in my heart,
Stifling my breath,
The thorns of sorrow,
Grasping my minds perplexity,

Chaos and misery all at once,
A bundle so priceless yet better,
Than none,
The malady of the soul,

That only time can cure,
For now I must wait,
With this pain so pure,
Is this another day,
I must ENDURE?”

"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 ©

“Now with an exiguous preamble,
In the CoronaVirus 2020 year,
Hands held aback in geniality,
No longer pugnacious sense,

Even amongst men there is fear,
Breathing’s generally wary,
As we know weakness breathing,
We will fear that an end is at hand,

But this is the everyday intake,
Of   the imperceptible life force,
Willed as plague settles onward
They say just be cautious stay in,

In the airs of the populous air,
Now has become the extant colloquy,
No longer an effervescent fricative,
While not to make that ebullient point,

But a new garner dewy of air space,
A new sense of boundary,
Galileo truths are easy to understand,
But will we ever understand this beast,

To another perhaps not in this germ war,
A gesture of limited distance is disdain,
Now sufficing a simple nod is fine,
A minor simper or a slightly hoisted hand,

No longer in search of   its correlative,
Just a systematic warning within,
The acknowledgment to stand back,
Beautiful strangers now merciless,

Affixed on the other side of that,
Until a cure is disinterred they are,
We are or may be forever bound,
Tween one another evanescent conduit”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/25/2020 #187

I sculptured my love,
Within your inner skin and soul,
As I submerge myself within you,  
Engrossed in your Passion,


And every word I created,
Is about how I wanted us to be,
I only wanted to give you happiness
Given that it seems it was only sadness,

At times I only brought cataclysm,
As you As you tried to end my pain,
And defer me to happiness,
You were trying to acquiesce,

With your imbibe amounts of love,
You restored me from that illness,
And your love was my placebo,
To my endless NIGHTMARE of FEAR”

“When we fall in love we think
We know all,
Then we know not where love is,
Nor where to call,

Yes we must be able to read the card,
The Mysteries that lay beneath,
Romance and what mystical behavior may,
Be beneath the mystic cartomancy read,

When one is in love,
That of the mystic trance one may
Have captured from the beauty within,
Their eyes mind heart and soul,                    

There is nothing only romance,
We think love could never hurt us,
And would always make one strong,
But after we fall in love,

All we thought was wrong we think,
They will always be there anytime
You will feel a need for them,
But I was only there to give you,
Treasures not that were mine,

I waited for your calls of affections
But night after night,
All I received was rejections,
I did all I could think of,

To make you see how I felt  
Did everything you asked of me,
I thought our love would not melt,
I took your first reactions as a sign,

I thought you were the one,
I would spend my life with this miss,
Now I recapture the thought of you,
What once was is now an anamnesis,

In my dreams I see and touch your face,
As I wait my dreams surround you,
I am now left in forlornness called LOVE,
These CARDS I was grimily DEALT”

So 2017 is no more,
Now comes the New Year,
We now begin anew,
As the endorphins navigate,
For another understanding,
On what this year may bring,
I search within myself the realization,
Will I have nothing to find,
A heart that has turned to stone,
Eyes that no longer have tears,
A confused and wandering mind,
A soul wilted cold and black,  
As star nights may not,
Shine upon me,
This shall not be upon thee,
With the New Year comes,
Excitement Symmetry and caring,
This will broaden,
My POETIC Horizon

“Where have you gone,
Are you just a figment of,
My imagination or were,
You something,

That has been intertwined,
Into the pours of my body,
Into my heart and soul,
Will you come back?

To replenish the pain that,
Is Within me come back,
Into my life as though,
You have never left for,

The thought of you leaves me
In such pain,  
I wish you we had never parted,
At times I can smell the fragrance

Of your skin,
After you've bathed and enter into
Where we rest our heads,
As we snuggle close together,

In our warm inner linings of rest,
In our moments of ecstasy,
The moments of the love,
That we shared PASSIONATELY!”

“What was once a fiery passion of desire?                
Procured in the end with passionate love,
Once flaming red fervent orange propensity,
Thunder and the sunshine cloudless all above,

The propensity of earth needs Grass and stone,
Unsuitable men have annexed to titular success,
Some task of nobility a symbol yet to be done,
If you refuse to let a rapport of love perish,                

One can find a progeny in the waves of the sea,
It may be that the gulfs may wash them down,
Here the docket breeds a flambeau in the night,
And might it be this prompt of melancholy key?

Is this a sign that there is still hope in our ambit?
Then there is still hope that this love may live on,
So let it is let it sound from this night onward,
As hiatus ocean lulls your tired eyes to rest,    

Will it be in morn our spirits will be as one?
Or will our Limerick Boundaries be once again!”
     By Andrew Guzaldo 05/29/2020 © #188

“As days abates the slow moon climbs,
Fate bathes clear from your submerging mind,
My dull islet inspires me to write my best,
Midnight rendezvous ensuing awful dreams  

Those awful dreams of one’s life and travails,  
I plant anew in the vanishing of your absence,  
All can be forgotten of travesty’s that followed,
As I easily compare her to a light stardust,

Traipse of her invading my mind of that day,
Thinking of your prompt nobility fills my days.
My love for you is of a dedicated scantling.
Our heated toasts the past frolics of seasons,

Acclivitous summer in the sleepy hollows,
Perhaps the gulfs will wash us down stream,
As our prudence labor of love procures slowly,    
Subdue my rugged ways useful and good,

As mountains reflected in the crystalline waters,
We can only correspond with Immutable change,
Our truths can live with right and wrong or hillocks,
Giving me strength ***** against a sense of hate,

My metaphysical poetry has helped me through this,
As her acclivitous tryst of vigor flows like tides,
Into my blood”

“By Andrew Guzaldo © 07/04/2020 Posted HP #191

“My writing poetry is a way to loosen sensitivity that surrounds me, an atonement that dissipates
Over the writings that appear from my ink well to the ephemera in the moment as I state my dexterity”
“By Andrew Guzaldo © 08/25/2020

“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 ©

"Our task is to show that however,
Wonderful things may appear,
In today’s World and lifestyle,
They may not be all that great,

Even the darkest night will end,
And the sun will rise regardless,
Our optimism changes to pessimism,
Roses that may grow on a stone,

Not in the earth as optimism has shown,
Love can exist or it can turn parasitism,
It’s wrong to believe that all will be utopian,
That parasitism will continue to exist,

Oceans feel the love the upsurge bares,
The stones of the rock will bear a flower,
Rain will fall and so kisses the flower,
Will endure there growth of optimism,

Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart,
Depression will remain in a semblance,
New destiny will precede the pessimism,
As loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs,
To an optimistic aspect until ones last breath"

By AGuzaldo 2/2018 ©   #198

“Do you ever wonder as our day winds down?
About what could have been if you took a different route,
Each one working hard weary hours,
Blended green leaves and Golden Flowers,

My mind always coming back to her,
With a blend of green leaves and an,
Inadvertent presence invisible leafs and branches,
As the golden flowers she was to my heart,

Her ardent name carved on my,
Heart bones and soul,
Dancing under the moons struck starry night,
Risible Laughing at the day noon and night,

Long conversations until early morning lite,
While I am so tired of being alone,
Those memories can never be taken away,
Do not let this love fade away,

I could say I no longer love her but be lore,
I covet her skin touching mine,
I covet her hair flowing in all its silken black beauty,
I covet her mouth upon mine her breath is,
The sustenance I seek as I sit is she in my hours,
Of Reticent Emaciated”

When you are already here you appear
To be only a name that tells of you whether
You are present or not and for now
It seems as though you are still summer

Still the high familiar endless summer
With a glint of bronze in the chill mornings
And the late yellow petals of the mullein
Fluttering on the stalks that lean over their

Broken shadows across the cracked ground
But they all know that you have come the
Seed heads of the sage the whispering birds
With nowhere to hide you to keep you for later

You who fly with them are neither of those,
Before nor after you who arrive with blue plums,
Those have fallen through the night perfect in the dew,
As a swaying bead chain slipping in the moonlight,
You are but a perspicuous lucid fluttering in the night,
“By Andrew Guzaldo © 12/14/2020 Posted HP #196

“In the reflex of love there is enigmatic elation,
That mingles in the face of ardor,
You may never think ones love can hurt so,
That it would always be as strong as it began,

Regardless of we fell in love resolutely,
As the waves adheres to the sea,
As our hearts for the moment adhere as one,
Our hearts beating with in fettle consent,

Allurement of both were positive, connectors,
****** attire charades softly to the ground,
As the captivation of bliss lays beneath our skin,
Contentment and bliss with the desirable joy between us,

Congenial pleasure as the night slows an hourly,
Bodies ache with pleasure as trail of kisses elongated,
As in the allured cold chill of the arctic trail and borealis,
Bid make ones blood run cold not we our souls interlocked,

As I thought was true love was not,
It was just ecstasy not love of both,
As she left a broken heart adroitly,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of melancholy infatuation”
  
By Andrew Guzaldo April 26, 2021 ©   #202

“Continuum poetry chicanery doggerel of opulence,
A beguilement dedicated and procured into words,
In all end it may become a reality of beneficence,  
To those that have induced the fine artistry of poetry

But is a poet’s best way to live is in art of interpretation,
In the art of interpretation that fall on the ears of readers,  
A poet is that of a philosopher with continuum of words,
Of life love happiness sadness or a spectrum of obscurity,  

Depending on the bright of day or the glimmer of success,  
A poet writer uses an episteme into metaphysical words,
Metaphysical life is always looking within the poet’s soul,
For the metaphysical of a sustained moment of solitude,

Continuum of poetry is that appropriate or peculiarly meaning,
Reverie or nightmare of pertinent validity an assuage cogency,
This is poetry of continuum arouses for your reading bliss”

“By Andrew Guzaldo © 07/04/2020 Posted HP Poem #194

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

It is emotions channeled into significant words,
It is an expression of the Heart the mind and the soul,
The art of writing or reading poetry begins,
Mastering expressly 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 an aficionados Poetry!
  “By Andrew Guzaldo © 06/17/2020 Posted HP #189

“There is something opaque yet homogeneous,
Settled in through all depths an agate sign,
How it is noted that stones have touched time,
In their refined matter there is an odor of age,

Of water brought by the sea, from salt and sleep,
I'm encircled by a single thing, a single movement:
A mineral weight a honeyed light clings to the sound,
As glacial biennial fallen upon a dormant heart,

Now seems as expelled from the beaks of oscines,
And from celestial thoughts to an abyss of sediments,  
Maybe I may never shine again or love again as once,
The bright sun was extinguished as well as the stars

Cloudless climes once starry skies dark and bright,
That all is best of words the tinge of argent durum,
Draw me after you let us run to that once was ours,
Like frigid perennials fallen upon my dormant heart,

As she walks in beauty into the night to what is now,
Dour resuscitated sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/28/2020 © #186