Load yourself.....
load the cart is just not only a fun, nor a can
that emptied for something to be filled for
a whole day waiting, moving and pushing in
the store room to cool
growing up leaves nothing than a wriggles in
the face, swollen by time in the blatant spear
of work waving sweat hurriedly down the
nose and lips, as the eyes witness cried, into
the beginning of growth
as the wonderful views forwarding the scenery
of a blooming horizon of green, green meadows,
glancing the butterfly and the worm victory, on
the yielding mode of the next in line soil of the
land fertile
power the future propels and stops the shadow
that close the lighted clouds in the sky, bright it
out; the luminous earth that grace the hammock
baby's thirst, the memory of lasting sleep
let the ending sky wait the dawning morning
of today’s beginning ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Road may wind.....
let the journey begin and the will finds
the righteous direction of wind propels the
future of thy soul, into the morning sky of
today
be the breezing wind gently flown to
the waiting dunes and back hurriedly to
the sweet home of wonderful beginning; a
riding wave of every fish of hook
show the prosperous journey, the clock
seems echo its waiting moment of time,
where the muddy road wishing to hold;
the suspended sky in your weary eyes, as
it say let me hold you in my tears
puzzled and troubled sweat laugh in the
trembling suite of your wonderful heart,
know not me; cause the pain but a laughter
hold me to gain your great victory in every
hand and dream we hold on
make me, believe that the sharp edge of
time leaves with me, until the bottom of the
sand of the sea capture the wisdom of being
free
i am lifting to stand by your blessed hand,
let me live for another day to stay.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sword of the Spirit
find always the way to fuse the time in the
memory of what is genuine, neither the season
of the beginning dew welcome the horizon
of the infinite reality of being
let the flower bloom in what is the given
memory of each birth, all have just come the
wonderful day of what is today, see the hold
on movement of what the wonderful stream
the river full
gallops the sky, for the rain waited to long, the
weathering flower has fall into the ground and
rejuvenate the meaning of life, stay where the
olden passion of the heart, for what meant to
be with you tell forever, looks forward the
ending of what thirst in a given time
ending have nothing to say the beginning of
every fog in early morning ……
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When you turn around
eyes wait
the twilight to open the swollen
tears wait, until the night welcome
the morning light,
gorgeous as the lips that touches
the smooth skin
in your refreshing crown
raise adore
quick flashes
the growing follower to bloom,
push to the waving leaves
that tenderly kisses
the moisturizing eyes of the early
butterfly wish, fallen
like dew in the forest thirst
of the rainbow, the heart
comments
bow the lasting glances
of the Bees, showing the lifelines
of the quest of the
sweet perfume of the night, the
wish that wonder the lasting smell of the
fragrance reveals
my dear
tenderly sweet the smell that touches
my nose,
I’ll surely die …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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The flower that rainbow my life
dress in most graceful delightful mode, forward
in the altar, smile that capture my whole self, so true
and real, sweet as the melon in the dried land, thirst i
recount in my lips pour of moist. and i thank God
reveal the truth that in the night will always be
remembered, in the star i hang the lasting fading
touch my moment last forever, till the first child born
in the passing pain, laughter’s echo in the baptismal
pond, witness as the timeless age come to an end
now, growth touches our heart, where future await
the success and worship that last will win, wishing
every victory the prize of a big smile, leaving with no
pain though sweet and bitter gone in the courage to
stand
oh! what a mystery had always remind the heat in the
sun and catches every rain to cool the watery land,
forward little rain the rainbow you always have fun,
capture each beginning the gate of the arrow of the bow
will just come
wait and go, all is what makes you a better young man,
leaving the past with the a grandeurs of self emulation
you’re the man.................
poem by Antonio Liao
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Flash the Firefly in you......
light capture the flash of the neon night sky and
hold deep into thy heart the melted snow in your
very eyes, like a dream in the firefly sky
behold the glitter shadow of twilight zoom of
lighted teardrops of tears, deep in thy heart the
love of forever knows the meant of each other,
for a lifetime. bestowed us the kids, to cherries
and love today for a lasting memory
may all the magnus force, showered the horizon
presence of smiley face of ageless humid of
loving tender kiss my dear heart; and bring us to
the land beyond compare, as i say speechless
eternity
a never pointless journey of waiting, has search
the beginning of spark of every firefly in your
dream of heart, take and will start it all over again,
no matter how far you'll go, i'll always wait you
tell time no more in my lips i pray
brighten the eyes that see and take the forever
venture we run; for end to end the season comes
something that never taste before Darling.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Edge of December
cut every lines, hold every moment the
time is just a beginning of lasting memories to
remember that life is now to live
back all the pack, leave nothing than a mark
the sweat hold on to breath
for only you can pick the glory of success of today
come every passion everything will past like
cool tiding breeze hammock in the baby's breast
In deep sleep a braced in the mother‘s tongue
rest
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Together We Will Dream Again
you’re leaving in the land where you've seen the first
light and as you're living in the land which full of
abundance, whisper me dear the failure of your success,
that sublime of my promise of the past, waiting the
glittering darkness to shine in my sight
the day when the star believe the beginning of the night
is the day where, the light comes in its amazing grace
of glooming sky, as it wondered in the sea; wishing to
obey the harboring morning in the sun of the horizon line
beneath the ocean wave of time
rise and stand, dear heart and sings that song, of never
had ever sang, the hand still stand, in every minute of
every strand, waving like a tiny finger catches little drops
of moist in the golden moon, fuming to wait in the
humming wind in the night with fun
hurdle that bits and pieces, loose your grip, the mind can't
understand what the heart resist, the bottom tap is to
sweet like butterfly wish to seat, in the bottom tap, lies a
sipping tips of needle, where everybody always find the
day to find as easy to lie
close your heart and open your soul, a dried up tears in
you’re wonderful sight, will blind your beautiful eye, be
wary of the rain that touches your hair, and suck the
countless cooled day, a wagon await your stay like fancy
in your neck ready to slay, your beautiful morning is out of
your mercy
today is to believe that yesteryears apart is a dream to
fulfill and a moment of the past, welcome to see today as
the beginning of every yesterdays return.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Whisper Me Goodbye..... As I Return
let the music softly wind my shooting face up in
the sky i wait, as the night goes bye in the night
of nothingness beautifully shine
carry me in as you wish to fly, thundering those
little clouds surfing the swollen tears i seduces
for the joy i desire witness the falling night in the
eyes i give the laughter now I remember
show me your voice of a waiting dew, the
fogged doodle my whisper of your passing scene,
say that much is not to give for what is brings
return no fear, a passion of servings the last blink
of each eye of your loving heart
make the best than nothing, to remember the real
day of today, to stay with my memory until the
dawn lost the morning sky for another day
may the harvest of tears rejoice the grain of joy in
every return of that day, where every yesterday
comes with a mourning happiness to picture the
beginning of what was the day for today
let the beginning be the point to sharpen the end,
and show the staring pad with the eyes to guide in
the darkest night of the moment......as i return my
dear
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A grain of wheat
nurture on the time of memories, ripe in the season
of harvest, and store for a days to wait, till it can be
used for a meal to nourish the flesh
gain the better of tomorrow as the grain, grow in
the watered land in the sun it stand, blown by the
wind of uncertainty, patiently look the distance day
to come
harvest the bless of the grace and bloom the seeds
for a wonderful growth, thou shall the sea look the
wave that holds the wind to go
let, my passionate glance call the soul that loom, the
vacuum of the bewilder heart, the shinning star
wake you up in the bang of gladness in the silent
night of the heart
turn every wish to pass, the miracle of each journey
and light the aging year to come, and bring the lips
that make you the wonder of today
flash the orchards of honor, in the heart that viewed
to see the beginning of a day of yesterdays to come
for only in crystal eye you will see the real venture
of forever my dear
just a pollen grown in the wilderness of the meadow,
the drops of rain bangle the shadow of growth in
each seed that sprout, be as the silent of the angel of
the wings that spread in the victory of every soul
we will just return, to a beginning of the seed.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Twinkle In Your Wrinkle
sweet and profound tears, melted in the candle blues,
waiting the rainbow shows in the milky sky above the
crystal water abode of Lilies in the seabed’s rocks of
lively coral reef
ripe hurriedly snap in the mouth that chew the juicy
fruit of the orchard yard of a meadows green grapes,
jam in the ageless beauty of today, as it goes and lure
to kiss of memory
waiting lurk to pursue, for the dawning dusk waited to
see, oh! mine that long been easy, for today the night
walk in the stairway of yesterday, a day where
everybody wouldn’t like to envy of what always been see
point the cycle of the wrinkle of the eye and feather the
winged angel of twinkle smile, wait no more and see of
what is being free, neither the cheek is easy to let it
lay
harbor the greatest moose and set it in the humid scent
and whisper your tantalizing mint, in the wave of the
silent green horn; power as it please the stamina of the
gearing soul, where the paradox of the melted candle,
fume the cooling heart
nay! past of what is today, live for the future passes the
presence of today and spark the twinkling smile of what
you’ve wrinkle cry.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Oh Path ways of Goodbye
stress
the emotional
discomfort inside the four
walls corner of the room;
waiting has come to the moment
of pain to where drops of cheek full
of tears, hanging in the mid-air to fall
fresh from early dew,
a moist of the rain forest
for each leaves fall down to the
ground whisper every fertile soil to enjoy
the heart dismay,
toddler to breath in the
crib of milk in the mother lips,
though found something screw of the
hands which thumbs wealth in the palm
paddle the past to learn
the future of today and let not
be the beginning of resentment to be
gone without helping hands to hold and die
oh! lasting embrace
comes in the great quest
for a breathless request goes subdue......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Too old is the Pirates.....
what kept on scratching, when lies have already
swollen the flesh, let what it say the wound takes
it mark and the hurt makes has broken to rotten
the smooth
let the pleasure of the worm, emptied the hope
that lingers for long; the sweetest perfume
embroidered the skin, fine the beautiful muscle
of torso amongst the vessel of strength
the experienced would then tell, the oracle of
time the dense of perfume in the midst of the air
climbing the dunes of wind in the paddle of
existence
the old time comes to dismay the waiting of what
makes the callous of the past, resemble in the
beginning of a new life, as the flower blooms to
close the nightfall of the day
remember the Pirates of the sea, sail in the land
of free, waiting to pose as giant ready to shed, the
Trunk in every tree, with all the mighty strength,
To uprooted your dignity
cast yourself and be true to what you are today,
all comes in a freezing moment to stand, for a
wonderful today start for a good new day.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Shadow Of The Rain
Shadow of the rain
Full me apart and flirt
the color of the night letting the dried
lips to remember the passing fate of every
touching moment of
your kiss
come capture the dodge
that holds me to close the tire eyes that somehow,
the night candle catches the blown off the Siberia cool
embrace whereby the beginning flaming dream,
purify each endless waiting of
reflected night
I may conquer the flying butterfly that
Sip every morning glow making the day the
Happiest stream of touch in your lovely eyes
Allure my love the wound that leaves me to push the limit
Of where I have pause and die,
and let every shadow of tears darken the
glory of your success
a great passion of leaving you behind, the
end that never leaves you in pain Goodbye …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Tyrant Dream
lay down
me in the nook of your dream,
nothing seems where the night
is close; thou the bright sleep
down the hammock of
your sweet dream the
cool fresh of Lebanon calls
your cause
hurdle down the line of stone
of wizard of intrigue, calm me
down the daylight of truth,
even tears rushing to fall, the
finger tips hold to open
bring back the sword of history
never again the beginning wish the
day to come, same in the memory
of today for the past remembered
the moment of yesterday
indulge, wish me not but peace
in the heart i stay...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dice of Demons
oh! back hole ignites the vision to conquer
the universe, as it leads billion and
thousand of planets in the heaven; cascading
gorgeously like slice meteor in a vacuum
space, of vividly eyes can see where shower
of luminous light in the midst sky, melted
as it glow a great bombshell of firecracker of
deity holiday
caught in the chilled winter in the North Pole,
weird froze in the skin, lips that swollen in
every breath that fall to the ground; a shielded
in the sun of where the pleasant morning birth,
had expose the tantrum of the earth
move apart and a moment of surrender, but
born as champion, the spoil of soil to depart
for a new beginning face to face the challenging
hibernation of reality
dice every space, live it and cherish the beautiful
morning comes, and be brave for the Demon
catches like a wild Lion in your dream, keep and
give close of what is open and fight with force
the last line of defense of Freedom
tender your heart, yet! speed like light for each
day welcome the next day of favor of Hope and
Fight for victory lives through out eternity …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Identity
in search of identity
of my own
sometimes i might
lose myself,
in the fragrance of flowers,
lushness of green meadows.
in the blank sheet of sky,
where the rainbow arches.
in the lonesome sunny afternoon,
in the cool shade of the mango tree,
i sleep, with book in my hand.
i lose myself to the sound of silence,
in the chanting of aum.
i feel my presence, in the nectarine,
soft breeze of thespring morning,
from beginning to end of,
the vast cosmic world.
the beginning of my prayers
is the sound of aum!
on earth, i feel
i am the fertile ground,
and on a misty morning
a dew drop.
i am the blow conch,
to wake up the sleeping gods.
if you think of me as a being,
i am the tears of sorrow,
of a heaving heart, and
the fresh blood in me,
ready, to build a new world,
in protecting the greens.
from eternity i merge, with nature,
and she is my identity!
poem by Ritty Patnaik
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If you go, take me with you
an endless moment have to stay, of where
a countless you have lead my way, to the
rainbow of my shadow awaits the presence
of each memory, the essence of who you are
in my life every night and day
capture my dear heart the hyacinth of beauty
and the immortality of gift bestowed the
truth of who brought me to see the meaning
of what life would be, you come to my
senses, lure and nurture the real foundation of
what life I take
choose, the beginning that sees no more the
love, that carried the sweet honey bees
strings, the mountain scenery looks the crystal
clouds, underneath the melodic echo of
winds surfing the horizon of eternity
your the inspiration that I adore, you're the one who
lingers me on, to pursue, float on the Lilies
of sprouting blooming golden flowers, the meadows
that blink every eyes to hold the ultimate
passion of you to my dear heart that calls, the
emptiness I long for life
let me touch you for a little moment, as you stay for a
while.... dear and let my soul remember that
day that you're with me, cherishing those happy
gongs, the beginning of where your heart played the
songs of today
please stay, take me with you, as my soul waited so
long to be home; a heavenly best and a beautiful
place, where I know that you'll always be there, to lend
me a hand as I return to my Father's hand.....I can't wait
my dear, hold me so tied till the sun is bright
' a poem dedicated to
DR. HABIB ADZHAR H. SARAHADIL on
his 57th birthday,2009 '
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Green Things Growing
O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.
O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.
I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much,
With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.
And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing
Ten for one I take they're on me bestowing:
Oh, I should like to see, if God's will it may be,
Many, many a summer of my green things growing!
But if I must be gathered for the angel's sowing,
Sleep out of sight awhile, like the green things growing,
Though dust to dust return, I think I'll scarcely mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.
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Cradle my shadow
wait me up in the deep slumber, till the breathe
i fade and bring the honey comb in the lips at time
of my thirst, knowing that i would last for a life time,
in the shadow of today
bade farewell my dear heart, the end is not to
stay for i will leave my flesh in the dust i return,
and my soul forever go on, where somewhere
loosen my fate and flew in the everlasting destiny i
am gone
laugh as you cried, shout as you sing, fade as you
grow all are just, an illusion of reality, wonder in
every path as it grows; kaleidoscopically face that
you have to witness the cradle of your shadow
never venture every journey you don't know the
way, the high ground is always blind to see, take a
look for the night keep your eyes wary and all you
can do is just pray and everything will find it’s
easy
the night has beginning to fall; the only vehicle to
reach my destination is to lost my step and trust my
feet.....then I have to go.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Speak America
oh! the fountain of youth come now and
conquer the millennium, here again implant
the fashion of freedom; amidst every
discovery in the land of enlightenment, sit
off the Western horizon of where the eyes
wanting to see
great pleasure I wait is my guide, the
existing time leads the beats to forward the
heart that desire, for the end is but a start of
the line, of where every nothing is just a hold
on to catch the vision to dream, in the realm
of each beginning the prize will comes
listen patiently the offspring of hope
who lives amongst the youth of the hay, speak
dear silent of the Bees for the glad tiding of
the blooming flower waits the Butterfly to fly
and let the fertile soil ambit that glorious liberty,
as it touches the spring of life, gain of no pain
waits n that day
speak glorious America, the world
passionately listen of what meant to live and
paddle in the dawn of scented history of
package century; keep always the unforgettable
promise, that once we where strangers in the
foreign land
for every step I walk has kept my promise; that
turning back of where I begun, leads me to the
promise land I’ll go......
poem by Antonio Liao
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