Be a part of me
as the fish swims into the sea and find its way to
feed and happy, the water Lilies breathe in the dirty
pond to grow into a beautiful flower, of where the
bird wants to sip its sweet drops of crystal water
gland
as the wind blew, thrown into the big ocean and the
clouds swings beneath the golden sun; the wave
roll on to the dazzling seashore, waiting each
pebbles to dance in the sand; rumble, sizzling,
goggling under the hot sunny day
as the perfume smell in every corner of your
body, the door that open makes my day complete,
the food that taste so sweet leaves every memories
of who you would be in the heart that is free, your
the passion that hovers in my knee, you’re the star in
every night in the sky I see, for everything my dear
you believe in me, you’re the one I always die with
thee
now the roses have fully grown in the garden its
residue and the flower bloom so beautiful, as you
can touch and smell as you catch, believe that I am
always in the end waiting for you in every command
I remain so true, wonder you bring me through, as I
love you, for you’re always be part of me in
everything I will be, my true and dear
WIFE......I love you
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Wings for sale
I walk in the aisle of the corridor and gaze at the seashore,
where I used to stay in the early morning of my house, the
night comes dazzling with the sun, as the clouds rushing
molding with the early bird flapping there wings in the sunny
mode of the dawning light mingling of the cooled breeze of
the monsoon wind
the hushing blow of wave, sprouted like a rainbow in the
showering sky, so deeply in touch of the sands in the naked
stones beneath the sloping cliff in the high dunes of sand, a
distance view in my beautiful nipa hut near the pavement
slope in the golden glow of light of the morning sun
as the moving water gallop the ocean current, the ocean floor
with its strength mumble in the rushing stones, forcing to
clap the water blown in the sand as its stand, sunk as it sang
the beautiful tunes as it sprang and the water bubble like a fish
slowly moving to reach the sudden rod of the fisherman hands
like wind that passes, swiftly in our faces, like sunlight touches
our braces, our dreams closes our passage to live what we
believe, always stop when we are there, all the way it
embraces of what it should be, for everything is not yet the
final day
sale and sail always your way for in every corner the angels
stay with thee, don't stop until you find the right way for in the
end you can buy a wings like angel who always see the
beautiful day, and your heart will always stay the precious
wings of angel that fly with thee
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Driff me off
yield with full of awesome memory,
languish in the option of time, of where I
settle my complete hope of surrender to
the wave of the sky, I command to lie
down my hand
put off the flower that floats and come
to the magic of the stream, the waiting is
gone as the captive dream cease no one
in the sun
pour out all the water spells, the drifted
echo, lives in the air, listen my blooming
dear your escape is only in dream, for
your sweet touch may be gone; as the
water goes through the stream and the
wind may come the same, the pain may
always live to win
go crystal water, as the drifted sky comes
to end and let the passing tears leaves in
the air.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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A flower for you.....
My being stands to judge my emptiness and
let me lead the radiant hope of your dream, to reach
the zooming aspiration of heart; a motionless of
desire in my soul
I’m may be a hero you've not seen, a flower
that bloom's in the desert of beautiful faces, a water
fresh flowing from a dirty stream, where fish
wish and like to swim, I may not be the bird that flies
in the highest sky, just let my beautiful wings
spread and bring you to end, leaving you with no pain
as you stay beneath the feather i’ll go
Leave nothing for me in the air instead brings me to
stay, the oozing spirit gently sway, in the midst wind i
can see the way, and bring all the flowers i give
for thee, for the flight i'll take is high and fast as it
could be
Hold on the flowers and smell the fragrance
while you’re on the way, its spell like fairy tale, yet!
live it and face reality, for the flower i give
will hold you to the end; the humid beginning of
flowering bloom’s in the air
Here's a new flower for you.....Darling
Diao Anton
“ A poem dedicated to Dr. Arcelita B. Zamoras “
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An Open Grave
The water in the pond is like the gold of Uphaz,
But the realm of the Chaldeans is like a cake unturned!
To the residence of the heathen with eyes to see,
For behold! I am for you like the breath of life.
I will turn my door wide open for you always,
Of the garden of sweet love to touch your heart;
So come into my room and see the sweet bed of love.
I am from the four winds of the earth,
And i am always around you to share my love with;
So come and expose your nakedness to me,
Like the sweet garden of love with sweet apples.
Don't be like an open grave without a clue,
For you are so beautiful by all standards!
Because, the water from your pond is like the gold of Uphaz.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Golden Daffodil's
Oh, what joy my eyes behold
To see such beauty there unfold,
And my heart with pleasure fills
When sun from ebbing winter days
Bring forth the Golden Daffodil's.
Lovely flower, majestic king
Who God awakes in early spring
So cloth'd in all your golden hue
No flower on the garden scene
Is as beautiful as you.
With silent voices and knodding heads
Gayly dancing in swirling beds
Your beauty in the garden spills,
And lifts the lonely hearts of all
Oh, Daffodil's, Oh, Daffodil's.
Dazzling in your sunny place
You fill the garden with poise and grace
Your smell is sweet, your color bold,
And for the often pensive mood
You are the flower to the soul.
All too soon under an early spring sky
Leaves will yellow, crumble and die
Sweet flower that we long to stay
Slips away in peaceful sleep
To stir our hearts another day.
By
Richard Netherland Cook
poem by Richard Netherland Cook
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Desires Of The Heart
My desires run deeper than the deep blue,
You'll find my desires are so deep and true,
And my desires are always true,
I, a mermaid, swimming in waters blue,
Swimming for desires a garden rose could lose,
No frost or snow shall hit my bloom,
No frost or snow to let my heart forget you.
This flower is blooming in a garden dark,
A garden that will lead straight to your heart,
No prick shall harm the fingers that I touch,
Hands that touch this delicate rose,
As I spread my leaves in the soft moonlight,
The garden of dark waiting for this flower to grow and bloom,
Waiting for your touch, so that in pleasure I shall grow.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Goodbye
a sweet goodbye placidly says a welcome hello
for another day to stay, in a moment of time in the
heart that always look for a beautiful adieu
as the butterfly whisper the morning dew and
smell the singing of the lovely sky, the humid cool
air weightless stare the timeless beginning of a
blooming flower, to fly beyond the memory to see
hug the meaning of what your presence call and
feel the touching mole in the shinning kiss the lips
recall, nothing but say i do, in the past my heart
will say it true, come and be my lady forever more
the river flows in the ocean floor would see, in
far North the icy flash where the heaven goes the
breezing air repose, now tell, the dawning night the
knight fall into the heaven nest may toll
where is the humming bird settle in the teary
eyes the falling tear dropp dried, wipe my moment to
last for the hour never laps, touch not my past, nay!
dream that wash me out, for the sun still dry waiting
to say dear goodbye
let the sea always watch, drained in the rain that
catch, welcome the river that always call in the
ocean water that never full.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Margaret
I KNOW a garden where white lilies grow,
Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs;
It is a garden where the roses blow,
And honeysuckle covers half the house.
O happy garden, do you keep the vows
Breathed in your quiet ear beneath the rose,
Or do you tell the tale to each soft wind that blows?
Across your grassy paths she used to stray,
She moved among you like a living flower,
Her beauty drank your beauty every day,
Your beauty decked her beauty every hour.
You gave her rose and lily for a dower,
With all sweet flowers and fruits your bosom bore--
She took them all--and now she comes not any more.
O garden, if you breathe such secret things
To the south wind who loves you, tell him this:
To spread the scented softness of his wings,
And seek that other garden where she is,
And bid him bear no blossom and no kiss;
Only, dear garden, tell the wind to say
How grey the world is grown since Margaret went away!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I Wish I Were a Flower
Oh I wish I were a flower
A most beautiful flower
This is my dream
With the gentle breeze
In the springtime I will
Hop out of my earthen bed
Listen to the sweet
Chirping of the blue jays
Singing me love songs
Standing tall waiting
For kisses from Heaven
To rain down on me
When you come by
I will smile
Knowing someday-
I will brighten your home
With the sun
Stored in my petals
Later with the warmth
Of the golden sunshine
I will open my petals wide
Waiting for my love-
The honey bee
To come and savour me
For how much blessed
Could I ever be than
To be a beautiful flower
A most beautiful flower
For your enjoyment
For your pleasure
poem by Rachel Nichols
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Flower and Bird
Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!
poem by Supriya Mothay
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Beautiful Flower
The most beautiful flower
filling my senses with passion
overflowing my being with plenty
pulling away my pain
filling my emptiness with cool water
joining my soul without reason
I can feel the sweet taste of love embracing my heart
to touch this most beautiful flower
filling my senses with warmth
pulling the harsh cold snow from my heart
overflowing my eyes with sunbeams of hope
between my mind and my dreams...
I caress this flower, this most beautiful flower
filling my thoughts with daydreams of reality
opening my eyes to the greatest truth
this most beautiful flower.
poem by John Earing
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Someone to love.....
take a taste of the best heart and the whole world
shout for joy, for a conquer heart paddle way to the
destined shore
ride on, in a long journey the valley waits us to see,
as the distance makes us pure in the sunny day of
what will be the next day
thirst of water would not last for long, yet the
sweat calls you to go back home, it's not glooming
as the sky promise, not even the humid wind stops
the pain, but the longing of sleep would stay for you
to the plain
give up no one, the water Lilies, wish to the
cool rain and blooms its beautiful flower to ease
the Butterfly that fly; mantle the waiting dragonfly to
fly high more than the wind above in the sky
come and let me take you in my flatter wings, the
passing clouds, reach to the moist of the loosing
dawn, where every birds zooming to stay, show me
your open ' will “ and all welcome the day for you
and me to stay
promise me then, that we will catch the end that
begin the lasting dream of today......
poem by Antonio Liao
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My beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
hand in hand
...in my hand
holding this precious gift
the blossom of your beauty
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
heart in heart
just one heart
beating to your sweet aroma
the aroma of your splendor
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my first blossom
blossoming love
you are my love
you are my first and true
like sunset ocean blue
you are my beautiful flower
i am glad i picked you
poem by Allen Steble
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My Beautiful Love
you are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
hand in hand
...in my hand
holding this precious gift
the blossom of your beauty
you are my beautiful flower
you are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
heart in heart
just one heart
beating to your sweet aroma
the aroma of your splendor
you are my beautiful flower
you are my flower
you are my first blossom
blossoming love
you are my love
you are my first and true
like sunset ocean blue
you are my beautiful flower
I am glad I picked you
poem by Chidiebere Franklin
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Funeral Poem
close your eye and try to wonder the blooming flower
in a dirty pond and pick a little petals in a red, red rose that
smell like a daffodils in the oasis of water in the highest pick
of a mountain meadow, where birds and the trees smile
together watching every step you walk in the isles of pebbles
of sand, where rushes of wave touches your feet, splashes
every corner of your skin, feeling you down, your tear that
falls with melted candle goes down, speeding to the ground
and settle in the soil that spoil the moment of a day, the end of
everything that touches the meaning of life with the one
you love
vow and let each minute fall into the day, leave all that
makes you easy, for the burden of your heart, stay in every
sweet in the coffin you see, feel the emotion that merry go
round in the handkerchief the sweet gland you give and never
see the honey comb your love one will stay, always forward to
what awaits, all are just a momentum to play, in the stage you rest
everybody want to leave, have it all go for the day is waiting for
the dawn of the night and things will be fined
each moment is a time to reflect the past as it is now today,
ponder and reviewed all are just a memory to hold in a minute
it will depart, have all your senses feel the event, they just come
and go but, always focus the evening of where your heart desire, the
night is not yet over and the mourning is off ending, have faith in
your heart for all are just a chasing of the wind, the morning bless is
the best to take to last
be the difference in your heart and the soul revive the glory
of yesterdays past, for today is the dimension you see your future
of what will be the end of the day, as you hold for tomorrow will be
the day for today, may be the you comes with in you, be strong and
forward the past in the future to come will be you, who will be in the
grandstand of funeral you stand
all what you feel today is just a memory to live in our heart…let
my soul rejoice in thy soul of my beloved one who live with you
forever and ever Amen………
poem by Antonio Liao
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Flower a Key to Woman's Heart
oh, woman listens to my serenade voice of
wandering, look up the pleading voice of openness
as it lurks your beautiful plain of sweet
remembering may this hymn of praise, shadow the
closeness of your eyes to peep my lasting heart
forever
let me smell the greatness fragrance of your
sweet moment and hold me tied in your loving
care, may this moment of the night, leads me
to see the vision to see the wonderful sky, beyond
this delight of the star
envy not my lapses, all have gone forever rest
in the wave of promises; wondered in the picture of
time, be then the flower that dazzlingly bloom in the
garden of hope viewed to see the lasting dawn of a
new beginning in our hearts
pick the petal and let not your smell be the obstacle
of fragrance of sweet mistake for a new dream of
vigor lives in your lives, now and forward to the
end
be a lips that touches the fragrance of sweet smell,
and holds the heart that rainbow the beautiful sky
of tomorrow ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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A poet dream...where do I begin
I love to kiss the avenue of my youth, I
love to touch those beautiful flower that
floats in the pond, I do love to hug my
childhood memories, though I know
Aim old as new born baby in the
mother's womb
I love to walk in the rainbow islets, I love
to hold those alluring clouds touching my
face; in a day of my sweet memories and
as I'll take laid my rest, my love tells me
the same, the heyday wants me to
stay, in a moment of a day
I love to know more than you do, I love to
conquer of what is yesterday, though the
time is not yet for me to go, to you my pen
I leave the very precious life I bring, take
me with you, in the happy day tell today
and yesterday
as my only friend I know in the bedside
you always be true, leaving with me no pain,
touching my sorrow and gain, until I close
my eyes where in the corner you ink, the
life of you and me has drink
now, where do I begin to think........
poem by Antonio Liao
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I am empty, old, poor, but smell good
got a fresh one... everytime we look for food,
vegetable, milk, fish, and even our eyes want
to see fresh beautiful women and handsome
gentlemen... a part of us is something that
tells that we came from fresh origin
remember when the first time we meet our
husband and wife... they were so sweet and
tender.... like a first morning dew, waiting the
early morning to come, beneath the horizon
dawn of the earth and sky
it is the present that tells the past, for today
is the present and it tells that iam fresh until
you lost your appetite of what is today
today is what you saw, in the yesteryear's, for
it does not close my dear, it is only your eyes
that closed, ages... is moment to live....a state
of wisdom to share...a grit.... to hold on too..
with you
as you steer at me...iam old....rotten...broken...
yet so sweet to smell... like as years gone-by,
the smell remind you the fragrance you want...
is yourself that lives in me......it is in me that.....
is in you.... we smell
poem by Antonio Liao
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Calachuchi
when a Calachuchi is present in my hand
everything is ready and smelly
remembering the experiences I have
before, until today I’ll take it, all worth to
recall, for I will always bring the memories the
red flower you give and the white I
choose
and when I knew you will come, surely you're
welcome I will give you the yellow one, so that
you'll know the past has gone and I waited it for
so long to be with me, though you’re with
someone, this heart that made you honestly
love, my dear one..... please spread those
Calachuchi in the floor for me to lure
let me smell its undying beauty so everybody
will see, the tears that dwells in your heart
forever more darling, your sweet as a honey bee
leaving its sting to be free, come taste and
touch the remnant of the past between you and me
take that from me, rhum for safety for unforgotten
memories, all what you feel is the special Calachuchi
coming from thee...... smell my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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