Poetry anyone?

[Dorothea]

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I saw the movie, Act of Valor, the other day and I was so touched by this poem. I don't really know if you can call it a poem, but it was a beautiful creation nonetheless.

Live Your Life

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."

Tecumtha (1768? - 5 October 1813) Native American leader, Shawnee mystic and warrior, usually known as Tecumseh Quoted by Lee Sulzman in Shawnee History

[josephdc]

Sorry, double post.

[josephdc]

Wrote this a long time ago. Purely fiction.

"Miss"

Miss,
Sweet
Lovely
Quirky
Naughty
Miss

I long to trace the
contours
of your body

Where are you?
Where did you go?
Why are you suddenly
silent?

Last night
I took off
your summer dress
and we danced together
naked
Side by side
Lying down
One on top of the other
Kneeling
Gasping for air
Sitting up
Our hands clasped
Our fingers locked
We whispered to each
other's ears
You closed your eyes
And I fixed mine
on your beautiful face
and I carried you
in my arms
held your hips
pulled you close
hugged you tight
fixed your hair
and took care of you

We danced
You smiled
and almost cried
I loved your voice
Your silent song
That only I can decipher

We melted into one
body
Moving with the same
rhythm
Burning with the same
fire
and violent hunger

Miss,
Sweet
Lovely
Quirky
Naughty
Miss

Where are you?
Where have you gone?
Why are you suddenly
silent?
Why are you suddenly
cold?

[josephdc]

How Much?

How much to say,
and how much to keep secret?
How much to divulge
and make public,
and how much to conceal
and keep private?
How much to admit,
and how much to deny?
How much to speak
in literal terms,
and how much to speak
in the most vague
and cryptic language?
How much to express,
and how much to clothe
in mystery?

[Archfear]

Meeting Halfway Across Nowhere
by: Archfear

I.

Empty stares at the heaven’s abyss, upward, seeming less

What lies above my eyes conceived

Searching, soaring, wondering what’s there for me

Hoping to find something, is it this, could it be

What heaven has in store for me



II.

Across the distances, across the miles

Eyes are meekly seeking, going farther, soul searching

Couldn’t find anything, not a refuge, not a touch or a kind

Is this place empty? not a sound, not a beat, not a soul can be found

So familiar, yet so odd, living a stranger in a place I call mine



III.

Oh where do I go, or what do I seek?

A thing, a sound, a feeling, a place, a familiar face

What, where, how, why do I feel so incomplete?

So many questions that abound my being, of my feelings, and of my fate

There’s only so much that I can take



IV.

Is there such exist, a thing, a feeling, a place of pure bliss

In dreams? In thoughts, in other person’s face?

Wish I could come to my senses and be awake in my sleep

I think yes, I think not, I shrug in disbelief

Of the things my heart tells me, which my mind dare not speak



V.

There is no such to what my heart has been longing

Of a place which my mind could not even conceive

Look not, nor search not, of the things I believe and do

Rest my feet, rest my mind, rest my heart and let go

What I feel and think are things of two



VI.

I was looking for a place where reality and fantasy meet

Where my mind could tell my heart when to beat

Illusions wrap me and I think it’s not fair

Is it too much to ask of these?

I’m meeting myself halfway across nowhere

On one rainy afternoon, I was going home walking on a street in the downpour of a heavy rain. I was gazing at my surroundings and all of the people I came to cross by. I looked at the heavens... contemplated... then felt a heavy rush in my heart. When I arrived home still dripping wet, I took a pen, wrote pieces of my emotion randomly on a paper, then decided to put it into poetry... It took me an hour or so to finish conveying my heartfelt grief and fell asleep. Then had a fever the next day... lol

Will post more of my poems... I used to write poems before and even self-proclaimed as a poet. I will try to find those pieces of literature I wrote at some random points in my life.

[czharlloutte]

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back ...
Some people are just not meant to be in your life
No matter how much you want them to be ...
You hug him goodbye like it's nothing
While all you just want to do is hold him forever ...
I used to smile when I told people that you are mine,
But now I can't smile and say your name at the same time...

[pandora23]

its really nice to read poems once in a while. i love philippine poetry. one of my faves is rebecca anonuevo.

[garbsxy]

Ghost in the Pass

Twilight falls in cold peaceful December evening,
and then I found my self having a drink in a local bar.
Where I saw a woman a beautiful one ineffable I would say,
But only sadness is my affirmation to her secretive traits to portray.

A man once attract at her mellifluous beauty of character,
sadly watched her teardrop flow to the sound of melancholy.
For she was a chemistry of love and hate,
a masterpiece of an art, emotionally paint in my deep affection.

Meanwhile she found herself in a state of serendipity,
sitting alone in her form of stillness.
Ghostly! In my presence, she catches me with her tearful eyes,
in time where I decide to reveal my nature of existence.

Then we talk, we drink, and drop and we sing and get drunk.
While the melody still alive, we cuddle hold each other’s hands.
Although she hid herself in the image of happiness;
but she can’t hind her sentiment of sadness.

Dusk greets us and still I don’t know her name,
I asked once she said it doesn’t matter anyway.
She took my time and I enjoyed her presence,
into the lovely evening of our farewells.

No one could tell what I felt that day.
Even in my dreams I still remember her face.
I felt incipient love in her ways
and I wish that it would have just stayed the same.


about sa isa ka uyab nga na meet sa ila ka bar nga wa jud nag sulti pangan niya...lol

[skylurk]

good to know that there are still several poets out there. why not join the Palanca Awards next year?

[soulless]

"Bunal"Ang bunal kong hingtong-danSa ubos akong gigonitanSa paghimas siya migahiUg sa pagtindog siya nabuhiSa paglihok ning akong bunalAyaw pakyasa nga maguba ang kanal-kanalDuna siya'y dako nga obligasyonUg andam siya mohatag sa pinalami nga solusyonSa dihang kini makasulod sa balaang bangagAng akong bunal paspas na mosungagWalay santohon bisan wang wang na kiniKay ang akong bunal naanad na niiniBusa ang bunal ipaagi sa pag ampingKay mao ra ni ang kalipay ni nining__________________