Is It Christmas?

Christmas songs play on the radio

Glittering lights adorn the streets and houses
Is it Christmas?

Amidst the busy streets of the city
Children knocking on every car
Peeping at the heavily tinted windows
The motorists ignore

Along the walkway the old man sits
Waiting for the passersby
The open palm tirelessly drapes in the air

Some people are preparing their lists
Busy shopping for gifts
Is it Christmas?

In the province, people are busy too
Collecting their belongings
The livelihood and properties ruined by the storm
Rebuilding their scattered lives

In a shanty, a sick mother lies
Anticipating for her child to come home
No food or medicine on her side

Inside some bars, people are enjoying
There are parties everywhere
Is it Christmas?

Love and Heartache

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly blend, 
I trace the echoes of a love that won’t amend. 
Your laughter’s gentle trace still dances in my mind, 
A melody of moments we were destined to unwind.

In every sunrise I find the ghost of your embrace, 
In every fleeting twilight, I still seek your face. 
Yet time, the cruel thief, has stolen what we knew, 
Leaving me with memories, and dreams that we once grew.

Your absence is a silence that speaks in aching tones, 
A void where once our hearts beat in harmonious zones. 
Each heartbeat is a whisper of the love we used to share, 
Now fading into shadows, lost within despair.

The promises we made, now fragments of the past, 
The tender words we spoke, just echoes that can’t last. 
I wander through the remnants of a love that used to be, 
Holding on to fragments of what we once set free.

Oh, how the night winds carry the weight of dreams undone, 
A heart that’s torn and tattered, in the wake of setting sun. 
Yet in this sea of sorrow, where heartache meets the dawn, 
I cherish every heartbeat of a love that’s now withdrawn.

For though the pain is endless and the tears may never cease, 
The love we shared was worth the cost, a bittersweet release. 
So here’s to love and heartache, to the joy and to the strife, 
For in their tangled dance, we find the echoes of our life.

Note: This is an AI composed poem

Tears in Waiting

I think it is now the time for me
To weep and let my tears fall down
For I now slowly feel and see
That it’s time for you to leave the town

Darling, when it’s time for you to leave
Please hold my hand and say goodbye
Then a hug is all I have to give
And whisper you that I’ll be standing by

I’ll wait until you return dear
Even if my waiting is vague and nil
And even until the end of my life comes near
For time may pass but I will stay still

When you're gone, I’ll set my eyes to no one
And keep myself in a solitary place
And once I hear that you’re back in town
I’ll seek for you to fill my heart’s empty space

However, when we’ll meet again dear
And I’ll find that you’re no longer mine
To bother you I will do never
And keep my tears until my dying time

Stay Beside Me

Come, listen to the sound

of the chirping crickets,
of the night bird,
and other insects.

Come, we sit
on the fallen tree,
reclined on the earth,
then we watch the stars above.

Come, place your head
on my shoulder,
and your long hair,
the fragrance I smell.

Come, feel my warmth
and I feel your warmth,
in the cold night,
I hug you tight.

The SEA

A wide body of water

the home of sea creatures
creeping,
swimming.
The school of fish
pursued by sharks,
barracudas chasing
and the whales are waiting.

In the seabed
holes
are the eels hiding
with high voltage tail.

The sea urchins,
on the corals they sit
with their needle like shrubs
wagging.
The seaweeds
of color green,
brown, red and black
and so the algae drifting.

The dolphins are flipping
while the seagulls are flying.
The flying fish soaring
above the sea.

The sea turtle
corroding
could hardly recognize
the food from trash,
an endangered species.

A giant floating,
made of iron or timber,
pollution it brings,
back then... the clear water…
now black.

When a vessel
becomes a flotsam
beneath the sea
yield refuge
to its inhabitants,
soon a diver’s spot.

PeOpLe and FaTe

There are people who are
considered as icons,
because of their contribution
to arts and literature,
to science and music,
and even politics.

Some people brags. . .
of their skills,
of their knowledge,
of their looks
and intelligence,
so proud of their existence.

Others are being humble,
and choose to stay
behind the shadow
of other people,
being low profile
even appears to be out of style.

We may choose
what we want to be,
what we want to do,
where we want to go,
the people to be with
but fate is not for us to predict.

Simple Things

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Imagine a dog in a doghouse

and nobody will tend; it won’t survive.

Imagine a lovebird alone in a birdcage;

it will surely die.

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Imagine the sky without the moon and stars;

total darkness.

Imagine a world without music;

a deafening silence.

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Sometimes, there are simple things around us

that we tend to ignore.

Oftentimes, we focus on

things that give us satisfaction.

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But, have you ever imagined what will happen

if everything around you will vanish?

What if you will be left in a place

with nothing but an endless horizon?

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Man has no satisfaction and always aims for the best,

not minding the simple things around.

Think, before you forget; act before it’s too late,

for that very simple thing might be the biggest loss in your life.

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