Category Archives: Free Verses

On Poetry

(11 March 2002, Lapu-lapu)

I really do not like to write poems.
I like to write emotions.
Any piece I have crafted into words
I bind with them my passion and sentiments.
Each line conveys not just thoughts but feelings.
They tell how human I am.
They prove I am very vulnerable.
They expose my intimate moments.
When I lay down the words with my pen
I lay down not just a poem,
I reveal my inner self,
I share my life.

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On Awakening

(06 November 2001, Cebu)

Morning was jovial
With raindrops rushing in glee to the ground.
The cold morning greeted me with
The fresh scent of the earth.
And so, I remembered water puddles
And paper boats
And baths in the rain
And wet birds quivering in the cold.

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On Sleeping

(06 November 2001, Cebu)

When the world has taken its nightly rest,
I am still awake and far from the calls of slumber.
Your face delivers me from sleep
And hurls my mind to distant memories we’ve shared together
Your voice occupies my ears till
The rooster’s crows announce morning.
It is then that I take respite from the long night
I had with your memories.

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Helpings

(25 October 2001, Cebu)

Life sometimes never gives in fulls.
It gives in little helpings
Meant to make us relish
To make us enjoy
And to make us anticipate for more.

It gives in little helpings
To give us ample time
To prepare for another
Because life takes in wholes
And in surprises.

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Beautiful Moments Come in Passing

(12 October 2001, Cebu)

Beautiful moments come in passing.
At the start, we bathe in their blessings
Then realizing they’re temporal
We desperately cling to the images
Imprinted in our memories
Of picture perfect scenes slowly fading.
I thought they’ll last forever.
Slowly they have come to wither
Succumbing to all the conflicts within me.
Now I am trying to repaint the pictures.
Wishing to recapture the vivid colors.
Like assembling the notes of a broken song,
Failing to recollect puts it out of tune.
When the colors have lost their vibrance
Shades become lifeless in proud brilliance.
I need to be still.
To collect the fragments and to heal.
To take time appreciating
For beautiful moments come in passing.

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Untitled (A Year in the Making)

(28 August 2001, Bacolod)

We had traveled along life’s rough roads together
And the magic of love has swept us
With its spellbinding aerials.
In all adversities
Love has always been our shield
And now we are at the crossroads.

Though unbelievable, time has withered our love.
Our once-clasped hands in intimate moments
Have found solace in each other’s pockets.

You asked me to stop loving you.
How can I when everything I see
Reminds me of you?
Your face, refreshing as a bath
Taken after being out in the sun;
Your voice, cool as the morning breeze
That kissed my check;
Your breath, sweet as the first rainfall of summer;
Your touch, warm as the first
Glow of sunlight after the rain.

How can I when you are
The reason I love life.

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Discordant Thoughts

(07 July 2001, Cebu)

Music feeds the hungry soul
And fills the empty heart.
Poetry frees the caged mind
And captivates other minds.

A seething heart so strongly suppressed
Finds ways to vent off
The overflowing sentiments of the spirit.

There are emotions so profound
No amount of words can fully exhaust
Or grasp their wholeness.
Sometimes words become less bouyant
In freeing our thoughts out
Of the depths of our emotions
That a touch could prove even
More effective in conveying what we feel.

In this world, there are so many things that our mind
Lacks the faculty to comprehend.
There are even times when we loose
The intellectual sight of reason.
Through all these, the heart serves its purpose.

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