The Dark Bay

In the morning when the sun rises,
I walk along the bay with no surprises,
Watching the water full of garbage,
There also float some dead seaweeds.

The tiny waves on the dark sea,
It scintillates no more and so gloomy,
The different objects decorating the water,
That keeps it away from being clear.

Neither crabs nor fish are visible,
Yet, fishing rods are held by some people,
The dark water is so uninviting,
Yet, I see children swimming and enjoying.

The load of trash in the historic bay,
Stained and ruined its natural scenery,
The place where lovers used to roam,
Gradually, the human caused its doom.

The clear blue water was gone,
And so was the clean and gleaming sand,
The fresh sea breeze in the past,
Now a tarnish smell of oil and rust.

Oh, the once wonderful gift of nature,
A picture of how life is innate and pure,
A place where the beautiful sunset I see,
Now, it's a mirror of man's apathy and cruelty.

Muffled

In a room filled with everything

Plugging the four cornered walls

A chattering mouth is wide open

No one cares, it’s a soundless noise

And the mouth is muffled.

The voice of a solitary soul

Reverberates from ceiling to floor

But nothing is perceived by the ear

Not anyone heard anything

And the voice is muffled.

The cry caused by injustice

Echoed in the four cornered walls

The probe for equitableness

Swiftly passed from the body’s senses

And the cry is muffled.

The shout and weep of the oppressed

Swept by society’s constant change

The firm belief in every promise

Promises that never been fulfilled

And the shout is muffled.

The shackled life seeking for freedom

Freedom from the mortifying eyes

The discriminating eyes of many

In the room, the feeble has no place

And everything is muffled.

SOLILOQUY

There are moments that we felt so lonely

that sets-in during times of being away,
away from everybody,

and when there’s a feeling of uncertainty.
Making steps back and forth,

with a far distant look.
Speak, talk but no one listens.

The comprehension for every word uttered.
The mental grasp of the thought

trying to convey.
The acceptance of self-imperfection,
so easy, yet so difficult to render,
when we believe that we are faultless.

Self-believer is a vainly proud individual,
who dares to talk but neither listens,
who dares to criticize

but neither see his dusty face.
He speaks, he talks but no one listens,
and never he realized

that he's only talking to himself.

If I Could Write More (re-post)

Many times I wrote about the rain,

and how it brought the joy and pain.

I also wrote about the deep blue sea,

and how it was ruined by humanity.

Wish I could write more about nature,

so as the stream with water so pure,

and so the fowls flying in flocks,

and the mountains with trees and rocks.

But how could I write the unseen things-

if it only exists within my dreams?

How could I describe it so vividly-

when it was never in my memory?

I want to write about the human life,

of the society and the people’s strife.

Wish I could pen down the things I see,

and make known of the inequality.

Also, wish I could write about love,

that in everyone’s heart it will have.

But how could it becomes a reality-

when everyone is full of animosity?

If only, I have the courage to write,

of what I see whether it’s wrong or right,

of corrupted things and what the people suffer,

so it may be known to those who do not care.

http://lifespoem.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-could-write-more.html

GRANDILOQUENCE

A man of honor as they thought,

waving, standing in front of the crowd,
speaking extemporaneously with conceit,
capturing and leaving the throng in awe.

"Tomorrow is a new day coming,
the hope, the future of today,
home for the homeless". . .
so lofty but empty promises.

Passed on from generation to generation,
dynasty of moneyed people,
each promises of heaven and earth,
making toy of those who believe.

Here comes a face so fresh,
a picture of strength and innocence,
delivering a new pledge,
but then again, it's an empty speech.

Gambling

The game of chance

is an enticement
that human
could hardly resist.

Like a pleasurable thing
that gives satisfaction
to the human flesh.

Like a mistress
who seductively moves,
capturing the eyes
of her lover.

Like flowers and chocolates
that melt
a woman’s heart.

Like a delicious meal
laid on the table
and gluttons could not
withstand to taste.

Like a pretty woman
who gracefully walks
and men could not resist on looking.

Like a forbidden drug
that irresistibly invites
the addictive mind
of a habitual individual.

For as long as there is poverty,
and equality is vague,
separating bronze from silver.

For as long as promises
are never fulfilled,
people will always hope
and persistently will bet.

Tranquil Sea

Leisurely passing below the horizon,

The sun kisses the tranquil sea.

That from which a backdrop,

Of a reddish-yellow sky I see.

A cruise ship comes near to the harbor.

Filthy children beg in the street.

I hear the shout of a street vendor.

Then, a commotion of individuals,

Whipping an alleged unlawful man.

How I wish I could stay,

Everyday so I could see,

When the sun sets in the horizon,

And wait for the near-term full moon.

But I have a journey to take,

To fulfill a promise that I made.

I have to withdraw from where I stand,

And make tracks from this fallow land,

The agitating world of uncertainty,

Of beings full with animosity.

I dream of a place where I could be,

A world where true happiness exists,

Where equality has no extremity,

A world where there is no war,

No inequity of color and race,

Where peace is attainable rather than far.

I dream not of a fleeting reality,

And if my reverie is unfeasible,

Then, I’ll take refuge in a tranquil sea.

Happiness and Deeds

The measurement of one’s happiness,

varies in different ways and type,

for it depends on how a person,

appreciates of what he has in life.

Some people feel contentment,

of the simple things they have,

while others aspire for more,

and seek for more riches to grab.

There are some, who really feel glad,

to see their fellow being downed,

for the agonies and the cries,

for them, it’s a sweet soothing sound.

They are the ones, who like to spit,

and kick those who crawl in hardship,

much more they devilishly pray,

that their fellow would always slip,

It gives them sheer enjoyment,

to know that their neighbors starve,

for they felt they’re more powerful,

with luscious food and precious garb.

There are some with shallow deeds,

and pretend to lend some aid,

but in the end it will be found,

that they’re counting the help they made.

How we measure our happiness,

depends on our own convictions,

but bear in mind and forget not,

God is watching all our actions.

Chasing the Time

I’m on the run, chasing the time

To hold close and turn it around

I came from a place called nowhere

And there’s no one who knew me there

The time that I’m running after

Seems so far that I barely see

Maybe the chance for me is dim

But I’m looking for hope to beam

They say that it’s too late for me

But I care not to their judgment

For they are all just mere critics

Who would strike with their non-sense speaks

I will run, run and chase the time

To wherever it goes and stays

And when I have it in my hand

Then I’ll return to nowhere land

I will return and tell them all

Of the story and what I did

And those in doubts I will persuade

That chasing time should not be feared

Sunrise, Sunset

Here comes the sun, shining so bright,

smiling after the storm had passed,

a sign of hope for those who fall.

Rise up! That’s what it tells us all.

But there are times that people fear,

seeing the sun kissing the sea,

for it’s a sign of rending time,

and a journey to unknown clime.

As the glaring sun hides from day,

and night time comes to greet us all.

To some it’s a sign of sorrow,

unsure of what comes tomorrow.

The light from the East gives us hope,

and in the West the colors fade.

Whatever may the signs are meant,

it’s nothing but a simple myth.

There are times that we may be on top,

and think that life is always up,

but forget not that life changes,

the sun won’t shine on us always.

Sunrise, sunset is part of life,

a cycle we all have to pass,

comes to life and shines gradually,

then fade…and comes our dying day.

Searching...

In a quiet night a person sigh…

Slouch on a chair, looking up the sky

Trying to explore the mystery

The question is always how and why.

Life is a never ending search…

Of visible and unseen things

Of the things that satisfies us, or

Even of things unfeasible to reach.

Some are looking for a job…

So in this world they would survive

To withstand in everyday life

And every chance they would grab.

A sense of belonging is what others aim…

To feel they’re part of the society they’re in

They will move whatever it takes

For they want to have the fame.

There are people begging for love…

A love that they never ever had

To quench the thirsty and starving heart

The satisfaction they longed to have.

Some are craving for too much riches…

But whenever they got what they want

Still, they would persistently search

For within, there is emptiness.

Like the infinite sky and universe…

That’s so unbounded and hard to traverse

If satisfaction is nowhere else

The search will be likened to a blank verse.

Life is a Movie

Alike a moving picture that we watch,

Life itself is a movie full of scenes.

That in every actions, paces, and frames,

And in every adventures and events,

A film rolling, in real and in reel

The hurting truth we all witness and feel.

A movie starts, showing names on the screen,

Of the film outfit and the actors playing.

We come to life and to our parents we’re born,

Given a name we use from birth until grown.

The picture runs when the projector’s on,

As we come to life upon conception.

As the story unfolds, there are some twists,

Like as we grow, there are perplexities,

At all times we turn to our Creator,

And the film’s guided by its director.

Life is like a movie with scantiness,

An envious friend who cares and later betray,

A lover, a paramour, and a foe,

Furnishing a share to life or to a play.

The protagonist’s fighting to survive,

Amidst the tragic occurrence he fights,

And in an entertaining scene he laughs,

And cry in sorrows or when one departs.

Life is like a movie that starts and ends,

And at all times the protagonist fends.

Once, We Were a Child (re-post)

Once, we were just a child,
candidly conversing with Mama,
playfully exploring the yard,
reverently adheres to the words of Papa. 

Once, we were just a child,
who simply eat, sleep, and play,
unaware of the events around,
defeating the ignorance with what we see. 

Once, we were just a child,
delighted to receive even a penny,
no envy, bragging, or blazing up of pride,
living with our life so contently. 

But, we were no longer a child,
we learn to dream of prosperity,
seeking more of what we have,
we exist no more just to eat and play. 

Wish, we stayed just a child,
free from habits of depravity,
pleased with the things we have,
not anxious of the coming day.


http://lifespoem.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-we-were-just-child-candidly.html

Craving (dreams in vain) (re-post)

If craving for something

is not possible,
and to care for someone
is no longer viable,
then perhaps, it is better
to dwell in the world of dreams
than to live in the real world
in a solitary grim.


As the birds fly, hopping
from one tree to another.
As the earthworm crawls
hiding down under.
The craving of the fowl
is becoming extreme.
The goal to exist
is no longer a dream.


When solitude comes

to the life of human being.
When extremities strike
that seems not stopping.
When poverty and hunger
cripple ones brain.
Then the beauty of dream
will just be in vain.

Sometimes... Heart prevails (re-post)

Sometimes in our life there’s an instance,

that we were given a chance.
To choose the road to take and walk on,
and decide on things that come along.

Sometimes, as we walk along the road,
we meet someone we can’t avoid.
That no matter how we try to evade,
the heart will always take the lead.

Sometimes, we try to fight it out,
to overcome the things we doubt.
But no matter how strong we are,
the heart prevails in this war.

The battle between the heart and the mind,
is a war so hard to beat and bind.
For when feelings is at stake,
only the heart will reign and direct.

Sometimes, no matter how a thing is wrong,
the heart sees nothing but beauty alone.
And whatever the world will comment,
the heart will follow what is meant.

The bottom-line now is to face the reality,
to follow what your emotions say.
But never sacrifice what makes you happy,
At the end of the day your decisions stay.

All About Heart

A poem about heart

Words from the heart

Posted everywhere

Scattered everywhere…

But sometimes hard to understand

A heart that smiles

A heart that bleeds

A heart that weeps

A heart to keep…

Only a lover could understand

A song from the heart

With love and harmony

A melody that soothe

A symphony for both…

Music that keeps lovers bind

Love is for the heart

And for those ready to be hurt

Love is not all a heart’s gain

So think likely about pain…

The vagueness of love that drifts around