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Handurawon ta ang mga nagliligad
Sg sini nga buluthuan ukon unibersidad
Nga ginpatindog sg isa ka opisyales nga tampad

Nagahingalanan kay Victor Tanco
Sang siya alkalde pa lang sadto
Sa banwa sg Capiz nga tupad sg Iloilo

Bulan sg Agosto Nineteen Eighty-One
Sang ginplano sa Dumarao ang PSPC nga eskwelahan
3 ka tawo (Tanco, Leonor kg Botin) ang sini nag-isturyahan

Gani sg 1982, ang maragtason nga proyekto natuman na
Si Dr. Nenita Beluso ang administrador nga pinakauna
4 ang primerong manugtudlo – Hachuela, Ojacastro, Ariola kg Baranda

Agriculture ang pinakauna nga kurso diri
Ginsundan sg Education, Computer, Vet. Med. kg Criminology
5 ka tribo sg kaharian sg PSPC

Pagraduate ko sa highschool sang tuig Dos Mil Kwatro
Nagkadto sa Dumarao si Presidente Gloria Arroyo
Iya gin-ilisan ang PSPC sg CapSU, Vice Gov. palang kato si Tanco

Oh Gob. Tanco, ikaw pa lang ang alkalde sg banwa nga ini
Nga nakapatindog sg unibersidad diri
Ang CapSU nga sadto anay PSPC!

-10/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*for Gov. Tanco’s 71st Birthday
My Poem No. 385
Aton sa liwat handurawon
Ang isa ka maragtason nga tini-on
Tini-on kon sa diin naghugpong kita
Agud tapuson ang diktadurya
Diktadurya nga sa aton nagpamigos
Naghatag sg kahadlok kg pag-antos
Gamit ang kamot nga salsalon
Mga krony naghari sa gobierno naton
Ang kahilwayan sa pagpahayag
Hinali nga natiphag
Naglala ang komunismo kg terorismo
Kg pagbayular sg kinamatarong sg tawo
Gani kita nagsinggit sa mga dalan
Nga ang gobierno dapat na islan
Kg sang ginpatay si Ninoy Aquino
Kg sang sa Sanap Election kita ginunto
Minilyon nga mga tawo naghugpong sa EDSA
Kg nagsinggitan nga “Tama na! Sobra na!”
Sa tunga sg mga soldado kg tangke
Imol, manggaranon, babayi, lalaki, estudyante, mga madre
Matawag ini nga isa ka mirakulo
Kay wala sg gamo kg nag-agay nga dugo
Isa ini ka rebolusyon nga mahidaeton
Inspirasyon sg tanan nga mga nasyon
Amo ini ang legasiya sg mga Pilipino
Nga dapat ipabugal sa tanan nga tawo!

-02/11/2014
(Dumarao)
*written this Evelio Javier Day in Panay…aired on Bombo News Analysis in Feb. 24, 2014
My Poem No. 254
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga mangin pulitiko
Mag-angkon sg gahum kg mga tinawo
Magpasikat sg kasarang kg mga proyekto.

Bag-o mangin pulitiko…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga mangin negosyante
Mag-angkon sg manggad kg mga kotse.

Bag-o mangin negosyante…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga makasulod sa media
Sa balita man ukon drama
Kapuso man ukon kapamilya.

Bag-o makasulod sa media…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga himuon lang “stepping stone”
Ang kon diin ara ako karon
Kay diri ako daw pulitiko man, negosyante kg media person.

Bag-o makasulod sa kon diin ara ako karon…
Ako naghandum nga ang paglupad padasigon
Nagpadayaw sa pulitiko, negosyante kg media tycoon
Sa tuyo nga mangin isa ka maragtason
Nanakit kg nagpahibi sg mga tagipusoon.

Bag-o maghandum nga ang paglupad padasigon…
Akon ginpasulabi ang kaugalingon
Nga ambisyon kg sakon nga balatyagon
Natabunan ang huna-huna sg mga ilusyon.

Samtang ginalab-ot ang mas mataas nga gusto
Ako nabulag kg nagdako ang ulo
Nagbangga kg nanapak sg mga tawo
Paano ko mapamatud-an nga indi ko ina ginusto?

Paano kon ila ako pagabalusan –
Laglagon, patyon ukon nano pa man?
Ano ang akon kasarang nga sila punggan?
Paano ko hambalon nga ako dapat kaluy-an?

Wala ako mahimo kon amo ina gusto nila
Ugaling sa akon sumpa ako anay patapusa
Baydan ang tanan nga utang namon nga kwarta
Mangin amigo sg madamo kg mabaton sg banwa.

Paagi sa pagbuyangyang sa matuod ko nga plano
Ginahatagan ta kamo ideya kon paano
Nga ang akon ambisyon (indi sumpa) punggan ninyo
Kay sa paghandum sg mas mataas – indi na ako!

-09/08-09/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental
My Poem No. 49
70 anyos ka don gakabuhi
Sugod sang mabun-ag diri tubtob nagradwar sa UP
Halin sang magkapamilya asta sa pulitika ginpili

43 ka tuig ka don nga pulitiko
Nagserbisyo sg mayo kg wala eskandalo
Ang ngalan malimpyo kg palangga sg tawo

32 anyos don ang buluthuan nga imo ginpatindog
Ang CapSU-Dumarao nga padayon nagapanikasog
Madamo na ka beses nga ginbagyo kg ginlinog

20 ka gobernador na sang ikaw magpungko
Ugaling ikaw guid ang may nabuligan sg damo
Gani para sa akon ikaw ang “Kampeon sg mga Capizeño”

13 ka president don ang imo naagyan
Sugod sa ti-on sg ikaduha nga digmaan
Asta sa ti-on sg tadlong nga dalan

2 na ang binalaybay nga halad ko sa imo
Kay ikaw indi guid madula sa akon painu-ino
Gob. Tanco, ikaw sa guihapon ang akon idolo!

1 duman ini ka maragtason nga ti-on
Kay ang Amay sg CapSU-Dumarao ara sa guihapon
Nagbuylog kg nagtambong sa amon pagtililipon!

-10/14-15/2014
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco’s 70th Birthday
My Poem No. 270
Oh Papa Francisco, Supremo ng Simbahan
Ang iya pagtambong daw ano ka bulahan
Siya naghatag kalipay sa aton duog
Matapos ang makakulugmat nga bagyo kg linog
Gani sa una nga adlaw sg iya pagbisita
Bisan gab-i don madamo guihapon nakita
Nga mga Pilipino nga nagdulog sa iya alagyan
Agud siya sugaton kg amligan
Sa ikaduha nga adlaw sg iya pag-abot
Iya gin-akigan mga pulitiko nga kurakot
Iya ginpahanumdom ang pagtatap sa mga karnero
Iya ginlaygayan ang mga pamilya nga Pilipino
Sa ikatatlo nga adlaw niya sa pungsod
Iya ginpahagan-hagan ang mga nagakalisod
Iya ginbendisyunan mga biktima sg kalamidad
Iya ginhatagan puloy-an mga imol sa komunidad
Sa ikaapat nga adlaw niya diri sa aton nasyon
Iya ginpakigkita mga lideres sg iban nga relihiyon
Iya gin-ulu-ulo mga kabataaan nga nagpa-utwas
Iya ginpangamuyuan ang bilog nga Pilipinas
Gani sa ulihi nga adlaw sg iya pagkari
Madamo sa guihapon nagbantay sa iya diri
Sin-o bala ang magakalipat sa isa ka Santo Papa
Nga bisan may bagyo sa guihapon nagbisita
Bisan iban nga relihiyon sa iya nagsaludo
Kay iya ginpamatud-an nga siya para sa tawo
Matuod guid nga kay Hesukristo siya tiglawas
Salamat Papa Francisco sa kabalaka sa Pilipinas!

-01/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
My Poem No. 321
Sang si Juan nga taga-Esquilino
Sg tanda sa Imo nagpangayo
Ikaw naghatag sg makatilingala nga milagro

Sg niebe ang bukid Imo ginlikupan
Bisan sa tag-ilinit nga kapanahunan
Ginhulma sa dagway sg isa ka simbahan

Sa ining hitabo nga maragtason
Ginpamatud-an nimo nga Ikaw bilidhon
Ikaw matuod ang Reyna sg Tanan nga Panahon!

-08/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*Town Fiesta of Dumarao…from the request of Ma’am Frenalyn Beladas, our choir leader
My Poem No. 374
Tim Knight May 2013
you were the Christmas everyone regrets
those mornings of madness when you get what you didn't guess
and it remains forever ingrained on your brain,
that Christmas you want to forget.

you gave me a kiss without a contract or hiss
near the bikes locked up by the laundrette hut
and it remains forever ingrained in my brain
that you'll be the only kiss on the only list that ever matters to me.

you're reduced to whispers now; a holy scripture:
that woman in our conversation who we shouldn't mention,
but you'll remain forever ingrained as the main character in my brain:
that  woman of whispers.

*So I'll see you around and I'll see you in those pictures
from coffeeshoppoems.com
A collaboration between SG Holter and Elisa Maria Argiro

Hesitating here, silent edge of this dark forest,
I look beyond me, warm in the white fog.
Seeing your heart, now residing deep within
the ancient wood, is to know it is blessed, loved.

Silver tongue resting now in golden silence.
Palms of soul upon moss and brittle bark.
Animal song; scent of beasts approaching unafraid.
Fierce peace. The opposite of a machine.

In the rising sap of silent trees around us,
our deeply beating pulses listen, dance,
smiling kisses at the shining stars, new planets.
Eyes open, anima and animus press tightly
And distance is no more.

"What language is Yours,"
I ask the still growing giants of
Green.
"Silence and its sister tongues
Such as leaves dancing with the
Breeze," they reply within the
Gap between soft sounds and
Softer ones.
So we speak through breaths
Exchanged, of nothing.
Two souls afloat upon the stream
Of Union with All.
What is Cosmos,
But "home"?
Never a visitor.
Never a stranger.
Nowhere has anyone ever been
Lost, or
Away.*

Humming your essence into my veins,
in tune with the wordless languages
of green lives and wind, listening
among delicate flowers, sleeping here
on the forest floor, wakeful and awaiting
the next sound of your voiceless voice,
wind words blowing
through my long, curling hair,
feeling the intention of your
untouched touch,
at home, just being.
Copyrighted by ©SG Holter and ©Elisa Maria Argiro
(as a collaborative poem)
2015 – Iglesia ni Cristo ginbuksan
Sa banwa sg Dumarao, Barangay San Juan
Nakakita ako sg kontrobersyal nga SCAN…
2015 – Star Wars 7 ginsuguran
Ipaguwa sa mga sinehan
Plano tani namon lantawon ni Juan…
Sa kaadlawan ni Juan, buta simbahan kg sinehan!

-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
My Poem No. 439
A collaboration between Elisa Maria Argiro and SG Holter.*

Dear feather. You fell on my heart.
I keep you on my person now; pocket held;
An eternal companion.
As beautiful as you, I remind my
Thoughts to be.
I wake up as Buddha every day.                  
Peace is the corner stone of my breathing.

Dear Last Crescent Moon,
adorning Lord Shiva's brow,
smiling toward Morning Star
enjoying her sweet presence
in clearest predawn light.
She smiles too, drifting into feathery sleep.

Birdless flight, unclenched, un-
Clung to.
With this dew drop in my palm
I need no ocean to swim in.
How can Life's castle, with its wars and
Tragedies, hide within its
Towers of                                                          
Nois­e such quiet chambers?
Paper sails, bamboo, emerald waters.
Single feathers rest even when
Airborne.

From your outstretched palm,
sweet taste of morning touches
my tongue, oceanic dew drop
sharing itself across floating time.
An offering holding the last shining
starlight of this new morning. Drifting
now through limitless space,
finding words in our common language
on your yellow paper sails, we gaze down
from these towers of our ancient dreams,
emerald water below us waiting to catch
the falling feather.

Dear insight.
Light as the wind itself, you
Floated; fell on my heart.
Merged with heavy memories
Like paper balloons rising;
Tsunami of kamifusen
Render my whole being
Weightless.
Third-Eye-Hindsight sees me
Remembering nothing with
Bitterness.
One or a hundred lifetimes
Wandering.
Finally now,
Even waking hours feel like
Dreaming.

Dear Wisdom, Guardian Planet,
Buddha's radiance shining.
Thousand-Petaled Lotus
is now your own effulgent mind.
Smiling, eyes closed, feeling the
glowing kamifusen of magenta,
scarlet, turquoise, and yellow
floating above us,
we swim so deeply, diving down
into these warm emerald waters,
winking at the luminous fishes
dreaming all around us.
Copyrighted by ©SG Holter and ©Elisa Maria Argiro 
(as a collaborative poem)
Paul Butters Sep 2023
Some say we all live in a “Multiverse” –
A myriad of universes
All parallel to one another
Invisible to us
Apart from our own universe
Wondrous as it is.

So in some other universe there is
Another version of yourself,
Where you turned right at some junction
Instead of left
And had a serious accident
Instead of winning the lottery.
Or nothing much happened
Or Everything.

Even my own fertile imagination
Is floored
By the endless possibilities here.
My mind is truly boggled
Fit to explode.

For every tiny insect in our universe
Might fly right
Or left
Or not at all
To thus create another universe.

I could write an epic poem on this.
To think that somewhere out there
I may be Immortal, or a King, or Rock Star
Or even about to be Executed
If not already dead.
And you might be these things too.

Versions of ourselves might live in universes
That echo those of fiction
In worlds such as Narnia, Middle Earth
And that of Star Trek, Star Wars
And Stargate SG One
To name but a few.

Oh to have a TV Remote
Like the fictional “Sliders”
To take us from this realm
To any other of our choice.
Or a “Uniscape”:
A machine like a Tardis
Which can take us to any place
Or time
Or universe
Or Other Multiverse???

My head is aching now.
My mind explodes
Like The Universe
And The Multiverse
Or Multiverse of Multiverses.
So I’d better stop
Before this becomes an epic
And my head explodes.

But, meanwhile, in another universe
I didn’t stop!!!

Paul Butters

© PB 18\9\2023.
This is what I'm all about!!!
Sa pihak sg mga kabudlayan, salamat sa guihapon
Kay imo ako takus nga ginbaton
Ang kis-a nangin urugtasan nga uripon

Patawara ako kon wala nagbalikid
Kon ang akon prinsipyo nagtakilid
Sa pihak sg imo tawhanon nga pag-ulikid

Gob, ang akon reputasyon hinali natiphag
Sang ako sa inyo nagluib kg nagbulag
Tani sa liwat ako hatagan ninyo sg paglaum kg kasanag.

-08/21/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
My Poem No. 190
Raj Arumugam Oct 2010
since the first pop use of the phrase
window of opportunity
(was it Bush or Stargate SG-1?)
politicians big and small
corrupt and incorruptible
fallible and infallible
have all bombarded
the media – on radio, in their blogs
and personal sites
newspapers and journals and broadcasts
and through any speech
they get a chance to make
with that ready phrase:
window of opportunity

Oh, turn on the radio
as you drive maybe
and some glum Finance Minister whispers:
* …grab the window of opportunity…
read the papers and some plump Minister of Health says:
…we must grab this window of opportunity…

Oh, whole speeches in the English Language now
are bullet-ridden with that cliche
and of course the financial planners
and educators
and doctors and even unimaginative lovers
they have all jumped in
into this *window of opportunity

till I’m so irritated and angry now
that if I hear one more eminent personality say:
window of opportunity
Oh, the next time – just one more time –
if I hear anyone use that phrase
window of opportunity
I’m going to send in contract window cleaners
and they’ll grab the window-of-opportunity-user by the collar
and throw them out through the window
and clean the window after –
and I’ll assure you,
those contract window cleaners
will not miss that window of opportunity!
deliciae Jun 2013
lying in the bed of an old pick up
parked in the loneliest part of Arizona
in the quietest pitch-black hour of night
i see a breathtakingly beautiful scene
that would rival VanGough's Starry Night
looking out across the desert horizon
i see a glowing pumpkin moon
sinking slowly into the shifting sand
like an orange midnight sunset and
the silhouetted limbs of a gnarled Joshua tree
against the midnight blue dome of
the clear dark sky illuminated by
millions of dazzling pinpoints
like diamonds shattered into pieces
and scattered through the night
though lightyears and galaxies away
I outstretch my hand trying to touch them
wanting to swirl them around with my fingers
and paint new pictures in the cosmos
I try to outline the constellations
but Orion and Cassiopeia
are lost among the sparkling stars
just as I am lost to the world for a brief moment

-*sg
deliciae Jun 2013
my darling,
lets run away together
to the middle of nowhere
in the middle of the night
guided by the pale moon's glow
so we can lay side by side
in a wide empty field
and count the infinite stars
in the inky black night
reflected in your sky blue eyes
and all of the reasons why I love you

-sg
1863 – ginbata ang isa ka duke nga gamhanan
Si Franz Ferdinand sg Austria nga kapungsuran
Nga ang kamatayon kabangdanan sg World War 1…
1271 – gintagna nga itukod ni Kublai Khan
Ang isa ka dalagko nga imperyo sa kasaysayan
Kombinasyon sg Tsina kg Mongolia – ang Yuan…
Tani ikaw man, Juan, gintagna mangin gamhanan!

-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
My Poem No. 444
deliciae Jun 2013
my body is a prison
from which there is no escape
and I am both the prisoner
and the warden

ribs are the bars on my cell
and my heart is chained inside
it beats on the bars,
begging to get out

but everyday
it grows weaker,
the beating grows fainter
and everyday
it seems my cell is shrinking
little by little

and Ana holds the key
I'm no longer in control
and she doesn't care
if my heart stops beating
as long as I'm not eating
there is no escape

-sg
1973 – gintukod ang isa ka talaguan sg kwarta
Sg mga sumulunod ni Allah
Islamic Development Bank ang ngalan sini niya…
1966 – nadiskubre ang isa ka bulan sa Saturn nga planeta
Sg isa ka iskolar nga taga-Amerika
Epimetheus ini kon tawgon siya…
Bangko kg Bulan sa iya pagbata!

-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
My Poem No. 442
deliciae Jun 2013
"will you give me your whole heart, my darling?"

my darling, my love,
my heart is not whole
it's shattered in pieces
and the pieces are lost
for I've given them all away

I gave a piece to my mother
but she traded it for a diamond ring
as she traded her family
for a life with a rich older man

I gave a piece to my father
but he forgot all about my love
as he drank to forget his misery
and the love that he'd lost

I gave a piece to my baby sister
but she let it fall from her hands
as she fell too hard and too fast
into the arms of a handsome bad boy

I gave a piece to my best friend
but she took it six feet under
when she took her own life
because my love couldn't save her

I gave a piece to my first love
but he stole it from me
while he stole the hearts of other girls
because just one love wasn't enough

I kept only one piece for myself
but I threw it down a wishing well
wishing for a better life and
someone to love my broken heart

so forgive me, my love,
my heart is much to broken
to give you my whole heart
that you truly deserve

"then all I ask is for one piece, my darling"

so I gave the last piece to you
but as I laid it into your warm hands
I fell dead and laid on the cold ground
as my broken heart at last stopped beating

-
sg
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

(DedPoet-aka-Ernesto L. Gonzales)
May god bless thee mine friend, man of honor, Heavensent;
Thy soul, may it be in peace, God's love cover's thee west to east.

ii.

(NvrMnd)
A poet of otherworldly mind, poetic of new aged times;
Dont let thy depression over cometh thy soul, be unbound, whole.

iii.

(Laurent)
a dear writer of inspiration, let thy writing be navigation; spread thine hope to foreign places, with love friend.

iv.

(Tropica)
Poetess of aficionado tenderness, splendidness guideth thee;
A poet of human qualities, an artist for love's recipe in all form.

v.

(Darlene Chavez)
Let thy darkness turneth into light, let the night turn to day;
Be not shackled to Misery's way's,, but knoweth God's with thee.

vi.

(Sara Murray)
A fan of the strange, a taste that hast meaning, caring and giving;
Reality mixed with dreaming, word's golden, gleaming to aloft.

vii.

(Sally A Bayan)
From the terra firma of mine queen, the most thoughtful, delightful being, an aura that screameth of all holiness aisle's.

viii.

(naǧí)
A native light, of old day's flame's, a bright tunnel beyond the pain's, a pathway to other places where faces art spiritual.

ix.

(damsel in distress)
A woman of talented word's, like Herb's, elixered and pictured;
Snapshot's art taken from thine view, with all sight in old truth.

x.

(Dreams of Sepia)
Writing of mysterious writing's. Though honest, inviting;
Exciting in thy new day's pages, anger love and saved for us all.

xi.

(SoulSurvivor)
A woman like an auntie to me, a woman of generation's who helpeth the blind to none god seeith, as thou art a friend!!!!

xii.

(SE Reimer)
Man of many technique's, giving hope and beauties when we art weak, thy word's speaketh of medicinal purposes for all to seek.

xiii.

(PoetryJournal)
Writing short lines. Beyond mankind; thine artwork is fine;
Making other's look again, rewind, thine design's art heaven.

xiv.

(Melissa S)
A mother from the place of alabama, with southern charm;
Writing southern song's, of southern scar's,, as well as smile's.

xv.

(Poetic Thoughts)
Thou lover of books, a enthusiastic being of singing;
Keepeth on with thy work's, let the earth shake on thy poetry.

xvi.

(Eddie Starr Poetry)
Let Christ continueth to work in thine life, showeth love as he taught, and forgiveness; thou shalt soon findeth thy wife!!!

xvii.

(Paul Gaffney)
A gentleman who liketh simple poetry, that hit's thee best;
A way of relieving stress is writing down daily thought's, great!!

xviii.

(Rosalind Heather Alexander)
Overcometh those whom leaveth thee due to thy faith;
There missing out on truth and God's grace, continueth in love!!!

xix.

(IvyB **)
A woman who knoweth pain, keepeth faith in trial rain's;
Keepeth held high, the mist is only a short period, as angel's wait.

**.

(NV)
Creature of sadness, in a world of madness, making sense of living; let lighting seraph's be thy giving, look aloft to hope.

xxi.

(Joseph Paris)
A man of many duo's, Chicago street walker, rebel era, man of many poetic mirror's, let thy beautiful reflection dance the city.

xxii.

(ThePoet)
Thy word's of hurt and screaming, of hope and dreaming;
Is Alive in all ourn spirit's, trust thy creator, let the light near it.

xxiii.

(PoetessLiz)
Poetry is thy vital force, poetry is thy life porch;
Thou art not so lonely as thou doth thinkest friend, we all careth.

xxiv.

(SG Holter)
A man of blossoming stanza's, lines of manna;
Holy old detail's, word's of holy grail highness.

xxv.

(susan)
Digging through the deepest thought's creating poetry;
Spread thy gospel, plant thy seed's, and let them spread around.

xxvi.

(Dawn S)
Also new to this site, welcome; spread thy foregone scripture's;
Like ancient Picasso picture's, thine painting's art priceless.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Dedication poem \part 2 new one...
xxvii.

(Ann M Johnson)
Woman, thine talk is unknown to many, giving all, leaving many in wonder and awe, continue to god and keepeth thy faith.

xxviii.

(Neex)
Thou calleth thy poetry beautiful ramblings in thy word's;
To all thy work is special, speaking it, it's heard dearest poetess.

xxix.

(Kenshō)
Bringing on a form of poetry we yearn, love and turn's;
To place's not seen, not dreamed, as thou giveth me a Smile.

***.

(Kenneth Irving MacPherson)
A designer master, a crafter of this life and ever after;
Writing of the definition of living, this to thee is mine giving.

xxxi.

(DaRk IcE)
A soul, bright, a delight to man and god, to cherub's with rod's;
Let not thine hopelessness turneth to dusk, looketh up, high !!!

xxxii.

(IcySky)
Friend from the beginning, we've laughed, had trending's;
The world's not yet ending, so let's continueth in the Lord's work.

xxxiii.

(Derek Devereaux Smith)
A mystery cometh from thy Lip's, like juice to mine tip's;
A succulent wording thou hath given me, making me lively.

xxxiv.

(Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul)
Writer of horror, and man's worst fear, bringeth the lightbulb near; as relate any being canst do with thee mine poe like friend.
kfaye Jun 2012
M.
bitter but better is the sunshine of never
all over
her body
are dead things and dragons
spiders and stabbers and
ink thorny anklets
calf-twisting vine lines
and thigh wanting roses
fingers paint black tips and
lovers cross black lips a
body
lain naked
her lies of love broken
her eyes leak of lust rust
a bat on her breast
she rises from rest
she sits up
and pulls  
a black SG onto her lap
and whispers
"more"
deliciae Jul 2013
in death do us part, love
please free my soul
return me to the earth
turn my body to ashes
bury me in the blackest soil

so should a Heavenly Father
never open his gates,
let Mother Earth
take good care of me

let flowers take root in me
let new beauty bloom from
where I once laid with you
and now remain forever

darling, don't weep much over me
do not mourn the loss of life
instead give breath to the new
let the only tears you cry
be to water the daisies

-*sg
deliciae Jun 2013
we walked into deep into the woods
and came upon a circle of tall birches
the smooth silver trunks marked with
initials of lovers long forgotten
who once swore their love would last
and thought to immortalise it
in the silver wood of the birch trees
where the white bark had peeled away
he ran he fingers carefully
up and down their slender trunks
feeling each little slash and ridge
though barely visible on their thin bark
then i flicked open my pocket knife
to carve our own initials into the wood
like the many young lovers before us
but as the blade touched the wood
he whispered to me quietly
"these trees are marked
by pale faded scars
like on smooth slender arms
their long delicate branches
are like slim white fingers
desperately reaching up to heaven
begging for another chance
and with help from the angels
their scars are slowly healing"
and again he ran his fingers over
their trunks to feel the white bark
then ran his fingers gently over the
pale skin of my scarred arms
and then my love, my angel
pressed his lips to each slash and scar
as if trying to heal what had been done
so I put away my blade
deciding that my love for him
would last forever
longer than the bark of the birch trees
and longer than an old scars

-*sg
Solace Greyowl Jan 2016
You have changed me.
For better or worse you have changed me.
From the person I was, the person I thought I would always be.
To the person I am now.
I'm better and so I thank you.
But I'm different and so I blame you.
But in the end I am thankful.
For I am a better person than I was before.

*-SG
deliciae Jun 2013
To  the scientist
the heart is an *****
necessary to carry on living

and when it breaks
the scientist fixes it
with medicine and stitches

and the scientist knows
that once the heart is fixed
you can just keep on living
the same as before


To the artist
the heart is a masterpiece
necessary to carry on loving

and when it breaks
the artist fixes it
with music and poems

but the artist knows
that even though the heart is fixed
you can never just keep on loving
the same as before

-sg
chris Aug 2016
sg

one day you’ll come into my world and say it all
deliciae Jun 2013
I look into your eyes
and you look into mine
like the sky meeting the sea
at the horizon line

-sg
deliciae Jun 2013
shaky breathing
(inhale)
(exhale)
our lips barely touch

the back of your hand
brushes up against mine
I get goosebumps on my skin

then you kiss me
passionately
like you mean it
and I'm all you could ever want

then I look into your eyes
like looking up to the sky
and you look into mine
like looking out to sea

and we take shaky breaths
(inhale)
(exhale)
lips barely touching

and that's when I know
(I love you)

-sg
KG Dec 2021
SG
If I'm being honest amongst the lawless
Not to gain a measure of respect
But to lessen this burden of depression
A lesson to those who accept the charity
To those who don't, I require
A small measure of respect
Just bear with me.
I am no thing.
If I am what I am treated like
A parasite is what I'd be.
A leech so delighted it's death marked
drowning in ****** squeals.
A pun on the current state of affairs
Asinine and obtuse
I am a STONE
The same stone cast first is being cast at me
I'll still be laughing.
So why am I no longer laughing now.
Oh Maria nga amon iloy
Dalangpan sg mga makaluluoy
Kami nagadangup sa Imo sg bug-os
Sa ti-on sg amon pag-antos.

-05/31/2014
(Dumarao)
*written this end of Flores De Mayo/Mayflower Offering to Mama Mary
My Poem No. 267
WickedHope Oct 2014
dear "two a.m.,"

soon i shall leave you
we knew the day would come

but i hope you remember
and i hope you forget
there is so much with you i treasure
and so much that i still regret

please don’t think of my spontaneous outbursts towards you
i want you to recall it raining and us dancing and laughing
let my tears slip from your mind
but don't let my scars fade
they are what proved i was real

ask deep questions that startle those you are with
don’t let up, get the answers so you can learn the questions
this is the only lesson i can teach you
for i know won’t be remembered for my intelligence
but for my use of words and how often i gave them

live, love with your heart
i know now that it’s okay to stop thinking
if only sometimes
let my words and my love live

i’ve tried to make my words count
and my love strong
some words i regret, some i didn’t mean
some love was held back, i wish i hadn’t

but they are my legacy
they are what live on
what nothing can strip of me

as the clock strikes "three," just please, don’t completely forget me

~"sg"
Assignment. Had to write a letter to someone.
When I hear Steppenwolf I smell **** , when Foreigners playing
I'm tripping on tab tea .. Danny Joe Brown was yelling , ZZ Top was my musical religion .. Black Sabbath rocked my world , Robin Trower made my head swirl ! My Sg and Peavey would make the ground burn , my wah pedal made the Earth turn ...
Bostons first album blew my mind , Running with the Pack and a bottle of wine ....
Randolph Wilson was my occupation , Jimi Hendrix held it all together !
Copyright January 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Pink Taylor Jul 15
SG
I wish I had a friend
who would come and sit
who could listen to my stories
instead of talking a mile a minute
too consumed in her own drama
born from someone else's pain
to even hear me scream.
Summon the Strategic Air Command
The world could use more rock bands
Load the B-52's with Ludwig drum sets
and Marshall stacks , tie a twelve string
around the paratroopers backs
Saturate the zone with music books , score pads
and stands
Run missions non-stop , send commandos behind
operational lines bearing SG's and Les Pauls
Microphone stands and PA's , Roland keyboards
on every corner , continue dropping supplies till the world comes
to order* ..
Copyright December 9 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

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