Poetry anyone?

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after 6 long years, it is only recently that i wrote poems again. here are three so far. hope you like it.

Caffeine

I want my coffee as black as midnight
As black as malice but that wouldn't be right
I said to the voice who smiles too much
Like a hazy moon that won't budge

I want my coffee as hot as hell
As hot as that lass from heaven fell
I said to the poet who sat across me
Albeit your lustful thoughts I can see

I want my coffee as strong as jealousy
As strong as my unforgiving melancholy
I said to the priest how's your faith
Like an empty shadow of a wraith

I want my coffee as black as midnight
I want my coffee as hot as hell
I want my coffee as strong as jealously
And the night has a lot of stories to tell.


i wrote it on the eve of june 9 in a little over than 3 hours.

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here's another one. still written on the same evening (june 9). this one took me more than an hour. i don't know what style it is, but i just wrote it.

How Does A Poem Begin?

How does a poem begin?
It begins with thought and not with style
And that thought will travel for miles
From the first spark of the Mind's eye
To where Eternity and Infinity lie

How does a poem begin?
It begins with passion and not reason
That shiver in your spine of pure emotion
That triggers all of your tingling sensations

How does a poem begin?
It begins with the Soul and not the self
A life taken from the Architect's shelf

How does a poem end?
It ends not, it goes on and on

It goes on and on.

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and this one, was written on the next day, june 10. i did it at dusk.

The Old Fart

The old fart always likes to grumble
When he shouts, everybody trembles
But I fear him not for he's just an old fart
His bite is nothing more than his stupid barks

He likes to intimidate and push people around
He likes to sniff at anomalies like a bloodhound
But his wrinkled face betrays it all
His voice is coarse like sandpaper on a wall

His people despise his ranting and his whining
Because Sloth has taken a good hold of him
And yet, Pride still fuels and powers him
And Greed makes him crave for more winnings

But in the end, I see myself in him
Maybe all of you see yourselves in him
Before youth is lost, enjoy it while you can
Because deep inside, he's just a lonely old man.

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poems are very hard to read and write.................not my asset

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just one of my poems way back in college.

I Wish I Were A Machine

I wish I were a machine
Incapable of feeling anything
Because all that I've felt and seen
Just loneliness, pain, and suffering

I wish you'll just have to kill me
Instead of making me believe in you
Because I just can't take it anymore
I kept asking myself, "How could you?"

I wish I was never been born at all
If I don't know what is this life for
Because love is not real and all
For I've got faith and hope no more

I wish I could escape my fate
And bring back what I've been
But then again that would be too late
Now that I've become a machine.

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one of my poems when i was in the middle east.

Arabian Impermanence

Here lies impermanence
In the deserts of Arabia
You feel the sun's overwhelming presence
Walking the dry and barren Gaia.

Here lies impermanence
In the wind and in the sand
If only I could turn off the lights from the heavens
And linger the winter trapped in my hand

I wonder what it would be like
To let snow fall on the bosom of Arabia
And let the coldness fuel my loneliness
As I long for the touch of your caress

This is impermanence, our fate
Where the heat clears your mind, but you can't think straight
And I still wonder what it would be like
To let snow fall here tonight.

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written last 2003 in ksa. bunga sa ka-mingaw sa akong sweetheart. hehehe.

The Scent Of You

Your splendid red dress reveals your bare back
And your long straight hair is just beautifully black
Your lips are seducing me the way they always do
But Honey, I won't kiss you unless you ask me to

Your sexy curves are perfect just like my Spanish guitar
You sway your hips so right just like a Hollywood star
Your fragrance is unforgettable it lingers in my mind
I will follow you everywhere even if I was blind

A mere scent of you quickens my pulse to a race
Your tactile desire burns the coldness of empty space
And when you smile at me, so innocent, so true
I will reach to sieze forever and give my all to you

I want to hold you. I want to hug you from behind
I want to smell your neck and kiss your smooth spine
And as I hover my hands above your lingerie to undo
The magic of romance starts with just a scent of you.

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One Of A Thousand Regrets

She is China, the goddess of the desert
Her beauty draws a huge crowd like a concert
Her skin is a glowing marble of whiteness
Her body is a temple, I worship her sacredness

I have no name. I'm just a wolf in the snow
My heart is cold, that is all I will ever show
My face is scarred and my fangs are pale-white
My senses are heightened, I hunt in the night

The beautiful goddess China and I met
She healed my wounds I cannot forget
She wants me to stay but I know I must go
I don't belong to her. I belong to the snow

I can feel her eyes behind me as I walk away
I can feel her pain but I know I cannot stay
And so the lone wolf in me must not forget
That she is just one of a thousand regrets.

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here's my latest poem. i wrote it last midnight and finished it at dawn. with just a cup of coffee to keep me awake.

Flight Of Icarus

I wonder what is it like to fly
I wonder what is it like to glide
To feel knife-cold wind rush past
Or cherish a lost calm sitting on a mast

Tonight I'll dream of celestial dragons taking flight
Of immortal starships sailing bright
Tonight I'll imagine the sound of those wings
Of beautiful Muses while playing solitaire they sing

I woke up at dawn today ahead of time
To test these wings made of feathers, wax and grime
I beat them fast my behemoth wing span
I walked backwards to gather distance and ran

But as I drew near my window I stopped and stood
Fearing it would rain I forgot to wear my hood
Mustering all of my courage that I have kept
Feeling peaceful and light I closed my eyes and leapt.

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one of my old poems back in 2002? or was it 2003? basta, it's about death.

The Grim Reaper

The real face of death is not a skull
But an old clock whose hands are dull
Death is nothing but he is everywhere
Life is everything and he is waiting out there

The moment you were born you start to die
You may be rich and all but your life is still a lie
There is nothing you can do to escape his scythe
You can always run but you can never hide

He is the most patient man I have ever known
He waits for you until your deadline is shown
His designs are accurate no logic is involved
You will simply die and your misery is solved

But there is a way to delay the inevitable
Live a life that is absolutely impeccable
Like a warrior whose energy he will store
Until death challenges you no more.