A great warrior in a melted candle
there will be no other day but a memory of
today, just a dropp of rainbow of my life sharpen the
edge of the past and find the wounded last, out to rise;
and let me please return in the portray that makes
it cast, know not even the end
should i ever run for that moment will come,
when i will found you in the wet land, of where no shelter
to hide and the wound lashes to swollen of hearty pain
in and above the chest; has the silent of the great
roaring sea, stop the ears to listen
lure me not to light the scented candle for the
immortal friendship leaves no regret to hold the torch i
adore, sprout the golden halos of harmony of the wind,
whirl fully callus the chariot of sharpen harpoon, surge
in the bleed of a warriors shielded the flame of victory
let me not spoiled the smile of a majestic warrior,
the honor knight have gone beyond the war, reaching
out the flag of friendship amongst the scented candle of
hope and love, as it offered and leaves no mercy of
coward steward coat
take it now, and find happiness, from far a part; the
battle glorious day is still uncertain; though the flesh is
willing but the body is weak, please pray for me......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Laid me to rest and take me in your Hands
let the sacred soul return, the spirit that tired from a
bounded journey and nestle in the acumen of fresh
hyacinth of angels home, the endless paradise of the
seven heaven glows of avenue with the ONE
laid, my holy body in the engrave stone and shower
with a drops of the sacred fume of incense; with
the harmony of notes in the altar park to stand, glow
and wind the candle chandelier, with the angel's
choir in every ladder i step in the garrison of soul,
where I come from
let me speak of the language of the angel, and seat
a side with the judge as i remain calm, silent me in
the midst and wait till, the sun will lead me to rest,
touch me dear Holy One, for my aching soul fall me
down, leaving my wounded spirit to lay my head in
the soil, for i forever return
rise me at the end of the day; a second, a minute, an
hour, is just a longing to see, tears dropp wouldn't
hold me to be in the heaven i permanent stay, melted
candle and scented silent prayer will only appease
your mercy in me, may the grace and mercy pity my
poor soul for the judgment will always be with me
live no regret; humble your heart and leaving no
souls stray; pure every moment with your love one
and take each day that seems you leave with nobody
want you to be free
be ready and leave with full of joy and happiness in
your heart........its everybody's Journey...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Love Come To Me
Love, come to me in rose of red,
to lie upon my loveless bed ~
now filled with thorns of passions past,
into the wind, the thorns I cast.
Love, come to me in lilac hue,
with scented breath of lilac blue
and essence of love's lost repast ~
into the wind, lost love I cast.
Love, come to me in leaves of green,
with greening leaves of emerald sheen ~
awaiting in the brambling bough,
into the wind, I cast love now.
Love, come to me in yellowed fields,
lined with the golden daffodils ~
awaiting love to come along,
into the wind, I cast love's song.
Love, come to me in rose of red,
to rest and dream upon my bed ~
with scented breath of lilac blue
and daffodils of golden hue.
Love, come to me in nature's light.
It pleasures me with every sight ~
of red, and blue, and golden hue,
into the wind, I cast love true.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Lend me your Tears
crystal as the stream
in my dream sees, pearl of touchless eyes
in the halos of
every smile, lighted every dark of the past
glorified of showered pathways of
relentless ideal those certainty is beyond
human reach
what comes in the pain of hate, whose
anger stop revenge solitude, nothing than a
arrogance of the heart rebirth
in the shadow of the brave Knight of
flame
worship the fire and close the open gate
of harmony, for the color of the night grip
every hand to blood of songs,
sober the vague of silent and allure the blade
of joy, into the passion of hope
comes again
sharpen the glittering edges
of prayer as the cavalier ready to fight for
victory
‘a poem dedicated to the People of Libya”
poem by Antonio Liao
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Bucket of Tears......
worth is life to exist, nothing to loose, many
has to gain, in pain and suffering the new
hope is tasted and the sour of honey,
sweeten the bees that mixed, until the last
tears dropp spilled in every tongue swept
bucket full of memories, saddle the moment
nay! return the moist that dew, in the sudden
time, life goes its fulfillment what ever it goes
you'll always be remembered till the hour has
come in the end the soul become in the soil
it fall, last for eternity
life has to go on, as tear dropp may fall in the
season of harvest; but never be blind,
everything has to be melted like candle and
the snow in the desert, that before it falls it
turn into a morning dew in the mourning mist,
at the edge of the sand in the shores
let me not turn my face, in the expected of the
unexpected, sees no pain but wound in the
flesh as it turns its cut and swollen, my heart
waited until the last breathe i offer to exist
return myself in the beginning of the end, until
my whole body purify the soul of flame in your
way........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Egg cell in the Egg yoke
peace is what the heart wish, wanted to dream and unlash
the trembling dream to unify the daring struggle as the world
offer the newness of time; amidst the uncertainty of each
moment
stand beneath the golden ball of sun passing my eyelids of
fear, the glittering flame engulf my deep sleep in the middle
of the night, my dear love one soundly nap in my lap; listening
my sweet hymn of a wonderful goodbye; with a flashing of
lightning speed up my face i close
say i stop flashing my ball, stay my side, where I stare my
angry heart, wait i go and lay, never return with empty handed
of blood, catch the rolling fire in my hand its dry, as tear fall to
the ground and the grave leave no mercy, the darkness has come
without me, i am the total surrender of the flesh I love seeing
death in the soil you return
a game without a same, as you play, everybody gain the
glooming world to flame; the wonderful great light exploded in
the amazing world of misery as the end stop to begin and each
one never be the same, for today becomes the past to pray
open your heart again, listen the heart that sing in harmony
with a child that whisper the winning voice of great super power
of pain; remember that; like a wind the dust follows each
direction of no where to go, leaving the shadow of you in the
memory of the ray that always stay in the blooming flower of
a beautiful garden of creation
be a man of today, follow the wisdom of the heart and lead
the future of a wonderful sky to fly............
' stop, look and listen, nuclear super distribution is not the
answer of an angry world to live, open be a man of God,
lead the world of harmony of love '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sonnet: A Lost Friendship
You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.
Fool you were, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.
What years of intimacy have been lost?
You’ve been foolish, very much on your part;
Our friendship today is just but a ghost;
Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart?
Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe;
I hope that our friendship, blossoms once more!
poem by John Celes
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Reach high and dream higher
pole vault, is the measure of speed and high surfing
the altitude, as it conquers time come the most
prevailing passion of self esteem of droplets of sweat
echoed in every stream
look, nay close the night the riding black stallion
wait the return of the Capricorn; patiently
waiting the rainbow of the halos of the nightly aim of
nightfall memories of the past, astonished the boggle
of the eyed revelation
show me the bow and i give you the arrow that
focus the target to know the carpet of honor in your
naked hand; with shield and scavvard in your whist,
pushing the riding chariot to climb in the sky of reality
blew the wind of fume of destiny, the rocks that
wrath each tangle dream promise every step to rise; the
land where wary tears dried for victory who come to
fight with luminous heart for harmony
perfect my dream, as i will bring your promise in the
avenue of today, for tomorrow is the past to remember
and the presence of your vision to come for this
moment.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Buddha and the Flower
scented skies
lure the blessing of the rainbow,
as the falling rain
touches the ground of wide
Lotus blooms in the breezing cool
of Siberian
tears
make all the best
breathe of the majestic view
of dear mysterious
Mt. Fuji, tenderly fulfills
the promise
look of Maria Makiling the heart that
drifted the passionate immortal
soul of a dying
destiny
oh! flower of eternity;
hear the shadow
of great soul who comes and sway
the harmony of reality,
where every moment of joy floats always
in lingering blind of
tranquility, the wisdom
of nothingness of wish and keep its breath
always to live
life stream to the end and pilot
to the cream of
happiness, conceive your avenue of
flourishing refrain
that want is something done
for holding of anyone, leaves always
a sting of flaming
mark of gone
honored Buddha,
drink the cup with me and touch
the blooming sprouted
of flower that lay in
my hand
….wonderfully crown my head, stay ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Day Of Mourn (Maguindanao Massacre)
11/26
The sun rose early behind the mountains
But never shone its rays on the face of the grieving
Darkness cloaked the land below my feet
Shaken the world with great terror and anguish
11/26
It’s a morn of mourning; a date of grieving
A day to unite and pray, for the departed victims
Come! Join us…… simultaneously, we shall light a candle
Come! Join us……. in unison we shall utter a moment of prayer
Let the candle’s wick burn until justice is serve
Let the grieving souls find tranquility on their grave
Let us all pray for JUSTICE name
Let us all pray and stop this demonic game
Come! Join us…..light a candle for this mournful day
Pray for the victims and make the perpetuators pay
26th of November,2009
poem by Catrina Heart
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A Reason To Smile
Life is precious hold on to life so tight
The happiness is right there hold on so tight
Don't say I can't you will find a way
Do not wait someone or a reason to make you smile
The happiness lies right there within your heart
No one will care if you are happy or not
Just keep smile and you will find out
The shining light through the dark
Just believe in the strength of your faith
So soon you'll find out that there are millions of ways
To turn the small point of the light largest then the dark to light up your chilly nights
Just smile to life and it will return back the smile
Don't wait for a reason or someone to come to your life may make you smile
I've found my way to happiness through my way to the god
When I found out being alive itself is enough to hold on to life
The happiness lies there inside everyone of us
Say I'm happy and you will find the out
That you don't need a reason to make you smile
Can't you see that your life is a gift from god above
Try to celebrate your life
And praise the god
Build a big home within your heart just for the love
Just trust the god and every new day you will find a new reason that makes you smile
The life is precious enough to make you smile
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Traffic lights shinning in my eyes,
And here I am standing in the rain
Counting every dropp that fell in my palm.
The Cold breeze frozen my body
Like yesterday when you left me in vain
On were I can’t stand from all the pain.
That was yesterday I could still remember.
Yesterday, I was stood under the burning rain.
Were my heart was freezing under the sun
When all the blue and woe has passed my way
And those autumn leaves are my shelter
On the broken tree house of memory
That my heart is getting weak,
And it’s hard for me to breathe.
That was yesterday, I was dazzle in lights of lies.
And today,
The sun grimaces in the early morn
Were the world embrace me from the past
That beauty blooms here inside my heart
Spring’s blossoms comes only a second of time
For today, loves grown deep in the heart of me
Voices tell me I should carry on
To hold the stars up in the sky
And see the world will smile again.
Today, my heart will dance again
For tomorrow,
Love will bloom like flowers in spring
A sweet smile will curve in my lips
Tomorrow, I’ll be strong as a wind
Dance on a game of love,
Swaying on a battle of life.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Happy Friendship Day,2011
Good friendship is important in earthly life
True friendship is a rare find, lasting a life-time
Friendship is supportive, wholesome and priceless
Friendship must grow but is difficult to keep.
Friendship affords joy, solace and distraction
Friendship gives a better meaning to life
Friendship may deliver what parents sometimes fail to
Friendship is valuable, useful and advantageous.
Friendship makes the world a better place to live
Friendship makes living worthwhile, loveable and liveable
Friendship creates the right environs for sharing
The basis of good friendship is selfless, dedicated love of a special kind.
(7-8-11)
poem by John Celes
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The candle melts too
The candle melts too
The candle flickers but melts too
This is what we meant for life and very true
It is sign of great dedication and sacrifice
Fulfilling dreams with lots of promises
Little wind makes candle to fear
Shake the light for dark to bear
It may take over without any warning
Something to happen with so much lightening
The same thing is with all the creatures
Birds too fear with weak wings for sure
Who can help them even if wanted?
No one, I fear, as everything will be distanced
Man must reason out and listen
To his inner call in crisis even
That may give some more time to think
As if with distress call before ship sinks
Each object has something to reveal
There is enough of in it and not to conceal
Give and take it back is nice to deal
Only satisfaction when rightly you feel
Vanish from the scene if task is not accomplished
Wind up the show when target is finished
Give no more attachment to the spoiled things
There may be pain and agony when you miss something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Friendship
Friendship
Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
Without friendship love is empty…
Without friendship love is boring...!
Friendship means sharing…
People learn to share from friendship,
Share everything they have in life,
Friendship is like stars,
Even though we always see them together
Always mean to each other…
But,
Sometimes they argue!
Friendship is like flower,
Soft but strong!
Friendship is like sun,
Bright and beautiful!
Friendship is everything in life,
Life without friendship is like life without air…
Life without friendship is like eats without food
And
Life without friendship is like body without soul…
Friendship is wide!
Anybody can be our friend,
Our parents, our grandparents, our sister, our brother and even our school principal!
Friendship….
Is everything!
poem by Qistina Zaini
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Candle of Hope
Candle of Hope
Lost within space and time,
I am running, as I am
Following the stars before me-
Inside of my mind,
All I can see are moments of madness.
My hair, blowing in the wind, behind me, as I
Dash away from all that I fear,
My thoughts are far away from
Every moment in time,
As I am searching for a ray of hope to hold onto as
None of my dreams have ever
Come true-
If I could light a candle,
Perhaps its flame would guide me towards a miracle-
A miracle of my most promising fantasies becoming reality-
Where the darkness of night
Would transform to the levity of daybreak at sunrise-
I am lost in space and time, where
My world continues to darken-
Life has always been a bizarre journey for me where
Hope has yet to be found-
It is the stars that have given me an increment of light,
Illuminating a pathway before me, to give me
Some small hope that I would awaken
In some other world where
Love, fortune and peace of mind would
Overshadow mistrust and sadness-
I whisper in thought, somewhere in the back of my mind-
Light me a candle with a flame so bright,
That will break through dark clouds of doubt-
Whereby I would be running forward in time,
Finding wealth, joy, and hope never ending
As the flame on that candle
Would burn for an eternity
Only to guide me forward, not backward,
Leaving that life of misfortune behind me-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Bible
oh! fountain of eternal life,
source of line link the immortal soul
of infinite love, come and live
the flourishing
honeycomb of destiny’s end
bewilder the fire of Hades, a
flame that consume the lingering
flesh of thy soul and empty the bucket of
grace for mercy, the end
induce the lasting gnashing of
teeth in the wildest
call of rest, indulge and kept the beginning,
until the sting lapse forever
oh! Words of wonderful sight
see the immortal speed of the light
and ask the flower the scented perfume
of memory of the heart,
and make the flesh conquers the fitting sun
of rise to death, as I offer to
live and die
fresh the sweet fall of awakening
risen soul to
live …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Candlelight
So many bees, who know so much
that only bees can tell,
gave their life’s devotion
to this single source of light;
silent whisper for your attention
to what it has to tell your sight,
before its substance burns, returns
into the upper air…
gently burns on altar, or scented in the bathroom’s grace;
or here in front of you, gentle hypnotist
for the wandering mind;
to which it has so much to tell..
tells of humility; gently burning
in a stable, before a birth;
tells of loving-kindness; gives itself,
yet asks for nothing but to be itself;
tells of worship: worship, first, of what the bees are;
and here in this honey-coloured form
is their own worship;
waxing silent in murmured devotion;
warming miraculously, into liquid wax;
only love can be so liquid;
only love can reach so far;
liquid, warmed into this present light:
the candle’s flame you know so well
yet cannot shape or hold;
already, candle hints to you
that there is that beyond all sense:
for round its light, air’s gently warmed:
drawing the flame itself into the invisible above
like the soul that’s yearning for its homeland;
and beyond, within, that air you cannot see
unless it moves some other thing,
it lights the space – space which is not
bathroom, altar; but all space;
candle tells you of all that;
draws the mind with steady, silent truth
to all creation in a single flame;
flame that asks for naught of you
but your attention; which it will reward
by telling you in stillness,
what you worship in yourself;
the light of self, that shines before all men
and glorifies its maker
like a gentle flame that cannot be put out.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Body The Glass!
your fingers the match,
to light this candle...
they tremble as if
memory unsure.
your lips the wine,
this body the glass.
drink long and deep,
before the moment is gone!
this storm will break,
the earth ravaged with passion.
the grain deep in the wood
brings forth leaves from the void!
and love itself,
needs no reason or answer.
the candle chooses fire,
this body the glass!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A blooming flower without Petal
all come to whisper the perfume of sweet
fume dried like dune in the wind of the sun,
where all the raindropp falls into the ground of
waited wasted land; pasteurized in the moist
of sweeten halos of welcome
dried in the wind and capture the dew of the
morning midst; a no where to run but shadow
of the solid ground of strength, the wall behind
the lovely Daffodils in the oasis of truth; and
as it find the flavor of hope
scent the soft melody of the past and ring all
the bells that welcome the day of your forever
with me, the leaves kiss no more in the garden
of yesterday a honey comb of my stay; beats all
that step in the knocking door of where i will
always be true to what you say, thank you
find my dear heart, the flowers begins to bloom,
and the petal, never be gone in your memory it
will be done, let me wait until, my last touch in
your dried hand, and i will be lost forever in your
wishing dream
hold me not in your dreamy heart, bloom the
golden petal in the meadow of everlasting heart in
your wonderful hand, the palm of where i always
remember your memory, oh! my dream, as i stay
with you dear
i leave no regret and find my trouble heart no
more, for my hand is to cool to hold your stay....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Promise of a Dream
the sky is so bright and the light is so deeply in touch
with the halos of the moon and the meadow seems
waiting for the firefly to light in the deeming dark of
the night
come to me my dream, extend the wisdom of your
memory, gallops my waiting of the sun; down my wish
of remembering the golden jade of the ageless passion
of knowing the coming day, there i see the beginning
of my stay for today
as i turn the timeless night to come for another wish
please take my arm and bring to the flawless stream of
dream, of where my heart belongs; my childhood
kiss, the unending search of what comes in the future
of today, as i clings my immortal soul will you dear,
and hold my eternal dream, the dying wish may not
endlessly gone with the wind
lock and luck comes in my bedside and a have dine
with me in the table of tomorrow, thou shall stay with
me in the paradise of my wish; rainbow all my night
with a zeal of that beautiful journey, now as you come
true to my sweet memory of the night, dear wish, i
come to be free
oh! wait and come as i return to the golden age of
where i wish, start and begin endlessly my search your
the one I adore ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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