"vivien" poems - Hello Poetry

Alam ko kaarawan mo nung abril labindalawang at ngayon Humahabol pa ako sa regalo ko na tula para lang sayo. Naaalala kita bilang aking best friend nung intermediate palang tayo Ngayon pati sa facebook konektado pa rin ako sayo Paminsan-minsan ikaw nagchachat sa kin at minsan ako rin naman Nagsheshare ng problema at nagbibigayan ng tips kahit papano man Ngayon dalagita na tayo, marami na rin mga problema sa school at iba kaso Gusto pa rin kita makausap ng matagalan eh marami lang talagang inaasikaso Nagkataon nagkita tayo sa mall at ang napansin ko bigla ka tumangkad Syempre naingit agad, hindi ako pinagpala ng diyos ng tangkad eh. Natutuwa ako nakilala kita noon at nagkakilalan tayo ng lubos Kahit malayo tayo sa isa't isa, at saka nagpapasalamat rin ako Naging best friend kita at lagi tayo nagtutulungan Kung may problema tayong hinaharap. Kung alam mo lang maeffort ako kung hindi lang natatamad Lalo na sa pagibig kung pinageffortan dapat masuklian. Pasensya na kung nahuli ako ibigay ang regalo ko para lang talaga sayo Nagpapasalamat ako sa lahat ng alaala natin dalawa at sa susunod pa. Mahal kita dahil naging parte ka na rin sa buong buhay ko! Happy Birthday! To the 16th girl Vivien Hannah Isabel Estrada!

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Apr 15, 2017

Apr 15, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC

angelica-sophia-eleazar

Maligayang kaarawan aking kaibigan

Alam ko kaarawan mo nung abril labindalawang at ngayon Humahabol pa ako sa regalo ko na tula para lang sayo. Naaalala kita bilang aking best friend nung intermediate palang tayo Ngayon pati sa facebook konektado pa rin ako sayo Paminsan-minsan ikaw nagchachat sa kin at minsan ako rin naman Nagsheshare ng problema at nagbibigayan ng tips kahit papano man Ngayon dalagita na tayo, marami na rin mga problema sa school at iba kaso Gusto pa rin kita makausap ng matagalan eh marami lang talagang inaasikaso Nagkataon nagkita tayo sa mall at ang napansin ko bigla ka tumangkad Syempre naingit agad, hindi ako pinagpala ng diyos ng tangkad eh. Natutuwa ako nakilala kita noon at nagkakilalan tayo ng lubos Kahit malayo tayo sa isa't isa, at saka nagpapasalamat rin ako Naging best friend kita at lagi tayo nagtutulungan Kung may problema tayong hinaharap. Kung alam mo lang maeffort ako kung hindi lang natatamad Lalo na sa pagibig kung pinageffortan dapat masuklian. Pasensya na kung nahuli ako ibigay ang regalo ko para lang talaga sayo Nagpapasalamat ako sa lahat ng alaala natin dalawa at sa susunod pa. Mahal kita dahil naging parte ka na rin sa buong buhay ko! Happy Birthday! To the 16th girl Vivien Hannah Isabel Estrada!

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please give to me a proper job otherwise I'm on the rob me tummy hearts n me eyes are poppin as around the shop i go hoppin gonna steal new shoes, leave the old ones behind security .... I'll blow ya mind aberdeen angus, 21 day steak come on tesco's give me a break gonna nick whiskey, and fine wine I'll be popular come tea time gonna get the dress of my dreams a vivien westwood, with tailored seams lingerie, make up, and perfume i'll get some attention .. in my living room (c) msrigs 07/10/2014

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC

mandy-rigby

ALL DRESSED UP

please give to me a proper job otherwise I'm on the rob me tummy hearts n me eyes are poppin as around the shop i go hoppin gonna steal new shoes, leave the old ones behind security .... I'll blow ya mind aberdeen angus, 21 day steak come on tesco's give me a break gonna nick whiskey, and fine wine I'll be popular come tea time gonna get the dress of my dreams a vivien westwood, with tailored seams lingerie, make up, and perfume i'll get some attention .. in my living room (c) msrigs 07/10/2014

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Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC

ryan-bowdish

Chromosome

Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie

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It's a mystery to note that despite how advanced in age we are still we earnestly strive to survive, preserve at all costs this physical entity My sister, Vivien and I watched vicariously as our 91 year old Father tubes plugged in every orifice and cavity sat gripping the edge of his hospital bed gasping for air We didn't know it then, but he was suffering a mild heart attack mentally, tenderly we massaged his Spirit with prayers I thought to myself how difficult it is to convince yourself that you are not this body while warm blood and passions rush through veins and brick by brick from birth we carefully construct, insulate, protect, pamper and cater to the whims and demands of this terra firma I stared numbly as hospital staff wheeled Dad away for further tests Emergency room visits were fast becoming a regular ritual Intravenous bags hang heavy black nimbus clouds stingily dispensing one last drop of mortality my heart a stone sinking in my chest plummeted with a thud into a bottomless inky pool so many poignant, familial memories rowing merrily across the paper thin surface of Life's fragile dream I could sense my mother's intangible presence close by soft brown sepia eyes gazing tenderly through the partially drawn diaphanous veils chariots swinging low father's condition is stable now though they released him for the holidays the appellation, "Comeback Charlie" our nickname for his extraordinary resilience and vigor didn't have quite the same ring something missing, that spark, stolen reflected in hollow, vacant jack-o-lantern eyes I prayed as we prepared a tropical fruit basket to cheer him up that he would clearly see an Angel not a thief standing eternally by his side

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC

sonya-ki-tomlinson

Extracelestial

It's a mystery to note that despite how advanced in age we are still we earnestly strive to survive, preserve at all costs this physical entity My sister, Vivien and I watched vicariously as our 91 year old Father tubes plugged in every orifice and cavity sat gripping the edge of his hospital bed gasping for air We didn't know it then, but he was suffering a mild heart attack mentally, tenderly we massaged his Spirit with prayers I thought to myself how difficult it is to convince yourself that you are not this body while warm blood and passions rush through veins and brick by brick from birth we carefully construct, insulate, protect, pamper and cater to the whims and demands of this terra firma I stared numbly as hospital staff wheeled Dad away for further tests Emergency room visits were fast becoming a regular ritual Intravenous bags hang heavy black nimbus clouds stingily dispensing one last drop of mortality my heart a stone sinking in my chest plummeted with a thud into a bottomless inky pool so many poignant, familial memories rowing merrily across the paper thin surface of Life's fragile dream I could sense my mother's intangible presence close by soft brown sepia eyes gazing tenderly through the partially drawn diaphanous veils chariots swinging low father's condition is stable now though they released him for the holidays the appellation, "Comeback Charlie" our nickname for his extraordinary resilience and vigor didn't have quite the same ring something missing, that spark, stolen reflected in hollow, vacant jack-o-lantern eyes I prayed as we prepared a tropical fruit basket to cheer him up that he would clearly see an Angel not a thief standing eternally by his side

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well not really… though I told every grinning green Catholic soul at my school I did that and more I did smell the wine on her breath and watch her trip into the trailer her gown hitting the floor before she closed the door her body as white as the fake snow spitting onto the set, and as cold perhaps I was sixteen and she was fifty one this was my one and only, her last, flick, not fling, though I would have cut off an arm for it to have been so not the arm she touched in our one immortal scene together… her electric hand, all the blond hairs on my forearm standing at attention me wondering if the camera caught their helpless vertical veer it mattered not, most of the scene landed not on the screen, but the cutting room floor, my two lines slashed to one my 48 seconds with her shaved to 22 I did not cry when I heard she died, twenty months later, but my lie seemed soiled once she was in the ground I confessed to Father Ryan he was silent when I asked what to tell the fools who believed the dying star lay with me simply because she said, “Call me Vivien, not Ms Leigh”

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC

spysgrandson

I kissed Vivien Leigh

well not really… though I told every grinning green Catholic soul at my school I did that and more I did smell the wine on her breath and watch her trip into the trailer her gown hitting the floor before she closed the door her body as white as the fake snow spitting onto the set, and as cold perhaps I was sixteen and she was fifty one this was my one and only, her last, flick, not fling, though I would have cut off an arm for it to have been so not the arm she touched in our one immortal scene together… her electric hand, all the blond hairs on my forearm standing at attention me wondering if the camera caught their helpless vertical veer it mattered not, most of the scene landed not on the screen, but the cutting room floor, my two lines slashed to one my 48 seconds with her shaved to 22 I did not cry when I heard she died, twenty months later, but my lie seemed soiled once she was in the ground I confessed to Father Ryan he was silent when I asked what to tell the fools who believed the dying star lay with me simply because she said, “Call me Vivien, not Ms Leigh”

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Drip… Drip… Drip… Splash… A bubbling brook? No… It’s a raging sea washing over me. Have I gone mad? Yes, raging mad…but I never felt so very happy. Never felt I could feel so free. Now is beautiful. The future is beautiful. The past is gone but I’m still me. I’m not a flea, just a speck of dust. Just let me be and we shall see. The world, the city, the house, the car, The universe so near yet far. How can I be so truly blessed? What have I done to deserve this test? I’m drowning here in the deep blue sea. Happiness envelopes me. It fills the void down deep inside. Expanding vistas, once passed by. Spilling waves across the page, Can’t hold them back, they roll away. Memories fly and I can’t decide. Back inside, I cannot hide. The current flows all over me I’m happier now than I should ever be. Drowning here in a sea of glee, I’m taking chances merrily, so… I’ll laugh till I cry as the tide rips by. Fleeting moments never last this long. I'll keep on swimming till the daylight’s gone. Passing the hours with this joyful song.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

richard-grahn

Drowning In Happiness (for Vivien)

Drip… Drip… Drip… Splash… A bubbling brook? No… It’s a raging sea washing over me. Have I gone mad? Yes, raging mad…but I never felt so very happy. Never felt I could feel so free. Now is beautiful. The future is beautiful. The past is gone but I’m still me. I’m not a flea, just a speck of dust. Just let me be and we shall see. The world, the city, the house, the car, The universe so near yet far. How can I be so truly blessed? What have I done to deserve this test? I’m drowning here in the deep blue sea. Happiness envelopes me. It fills the void down deep inside. Expanding vistas, once passed by. Spilling waves across the page, Can’t hold them back, they roll away. Memories fly and I can’t decide. Back inside, I cannot hide. The current flows all over me I’m happier now than I should ever be. Drowning here in a sea of glee, I’m taking chances merrily, so… I’ll laugh till I cry as the tide rips by. Fleeting moments never last this long. I'll keep on swimming till the daylight’s gone. Passing the hours with this joyful song.

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