Pull me down and I push you Up
bring me freedom to talk with the wind, beauty like
a butterfly, swim and live like a fish and a speed like
a leopard, then i can let you believe that every moment
of the time, you'll always breathe and stay with me
'Husband and Wife'
i may not be your angel and watch you every hour
of the day, but I’m your fortress and a shield at home,
at any moment of time, the enemy will come.......
i may not be the king of the castle, but I’m the great
knight at the gate and protect you from the dragon in
the kingdom you live......
i may not be the handsome Adonis of the ancient Greek
but I’m the father of your son and daughter that you
give
'Student and Teacher'
i may not be the paper at your table, but I’m the pencil
of your mind, that guide and push you to think and teach
the right high way of change........
i may not be the book that brings you to the world of fancy
and reality, but I’m the eyes that leads you to go where,
the future awaits your step..............
i may not be the ideal teacher you dream of, but I’m the
enhancer of your glooming ideas that leads the world
for a better tomorrow to live.............
'Poet and Enthusiast'
i may not be the author that tickles your memories, but I’m
the ingredients of your dream that conquer the endless
search of the meaning of your existence........
i may not be the answer of your question of what is life,
but I'm the window that guide you to know where you
want to step by yourself.......
i may not be the honored person that you wish to emulate
but I’m willing to sacrifice for you to know that I’m what
you are today..........
give me your trust, and let it go, the journey is long and the
highway is short; make your self ready for that day is not
the hour to wait.........let it start now my friend
' may this 300 poems be the beginning of what peace
amongst nation i dream of '
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Long live America
triumphantly they shout, jubilantly they celebrate, joyfully
they sing their voice of praises and thanks, its a day and
a moment, to remember that the nation has come together
to face the new challenge of a new America
it is a call to victory, all are winners, all are beginners, to a
new vision of what awaits to the American people in the
high way of change, for every one holds a breath of history,
a chapter in every pages of life, in search to a prosperous,
nation
dream are only a dreams, shackle in the ecstasy of memories,
just always remembered, our dear forefather for they believed
of what they envision of the future, their hearts leads us to
conquer of what is today and now is the moment to grasp, of
what is time in our hands
today is the future that holds, and tomorrow is the day to stay,
live it today for this future lies only in our hands, a lesson to
know that yesterday is just a steps for to day's to come
long live AMERICA, there is only one America to live, like
America, a home that every one is free, a nation that God
will find its way, to be bless through out eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Happy Graduation Day
I waited for too long, guarded with much expectation
swings my life through rise and fall, until I conquer the
one I adore, the might of the grade raises me to go in
the paper record I knew I can be strong, project, field
trips and test makes it all, wow! its a graduation
packages deal everybody is called
long live the teacher, in every lines they watch it fall, the
reason waking until dawn melted candles and eyebrows
in the table ants eat them all, as the student always pray
to pass making them luck in the end wisdom and fate
leads its way, laughter, jokes and smiling sway every day
for it’s the path to reach and catch every minutes and hour
of the day until the doorstep of the hall everybody love to
stay
mother and father watch as you walk in the pathways and
in the aisles you look like a baby as your smile in the
roof top, always make you happy, for graduation day your
friend and love one witness your beauty, just close and
breath as you could make it; the whole day is you to do
the best in you
see and reward the past, learn to vow the one you believe,
live the future and bring the past, know yourself forget the
wounded lies, be on guard the present is you to step, nay!
the future will come, for only the you is the one you adore
leave nothing that forget you, always be ready, only our love
will leads you in your way.....now go and Happy Graduation
Day.....in your life
poem by Antonio Liao
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As the wind color our dream.....
waking is not the beginning of time, it’s the start of a
day; the end has just started another point, to a start, an
end to a new beginning of a wondeful and beautiful
moment of time
open up my eyes and waste no time to close, the day
has just started, and a glow of every memories never
return the passing moment of what was gone now, as it
has wondered each solitudes of time in the midst of
yesterday’s goodbye
such a dream, captured my past, dreaming to the
presence of my heart, pushing me to leave no cause to
surrender my day of what was yesterday’s gone,
happiness brought me to hold, to mirror of what was
the end, an end to scant and resolute the meaning of
you in my life
recollect my soul of the dream that i have to go, beneath
those vine of memories; cable my joy to reunite my joy
to the beginning of another moment to live in this
wonderful days of my existence, humble my dear heart to
rejuvenate the most exciting adventure of my moment
with you in my dream
passion as you takes the ruins of yesterday and brings
my beginning to stand with your wings of what the future
brings, the day of yesterday, is just a beginning of today
and the passing scene is what is to come for another day,
it’s today my dear
come take me to your rest and paint with your golden
brush the beginning of my life, always color as you’ll be
to sweeten the tomorrow's of today................
poem by Antonio Liao
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Teacher, Teacher
Teacher, teacher, teacher, teach me now
Teacher, teacher, teacher, guide me now
Teacher, teacher, teacher, show the way
You are my light
You are my guide.
Teacher, teacher, teacher, comfort me
Give your listening ears when I cry
Help me find the strength in what I can
You are my help
You are my guide.
Teacher, teacher, teacher, build me up
When I do wrong, show me what is right
Teacher, teacher, teacher, let us laugh
You are my friend
You are my guide.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Unchanging Love
a moment to remember last in a life time, as hope anchor
from our destiny, you will always be part of me and i will
be in your dream forever of your life
gone are the past, forward and rewind the endless
journey to know the reason, the value that every heart calls,
meant to grasp the essence of the altar of ' I do ', the promise
and candle melted witness the solemnity of that moment has
come to unfold the beginning of our unending passion of
loving each other forever
you are the everything, the picture of every dream, the
energy that hold me to pursue, to step forward with out fear
of living; you always there to lend me your palm to conquer
those little star in the sky, you're the meaning of my
emptiness, a search of a miracle of this changing world i live,
all has come to ride in the pendulum of time, and learn to be
strong to face life constantly with the hope and a prayer that
we can do it, together again
as the moment meet the beginning of our lives the
heart and the days comes to a year of passionate sharing of
what we want to be of what is today, believing that fear obey
our command and cease the sweat have gone, leaving all the
weakness and accept each yoke we possess
never change, always forward the love you hold, leaves
you no more to the failure of your future, the unchanging hands
in the altar you said ' I will ' now join you to do, the beginning
of time
' learn to surrender, give everything, and unite each strength for
the step is full of sweat waiting to taste every sweet of your
success '
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Day Of Reckoning
There seems to be something in this world
That is not seen by the unawakened beings
Who only wander around in ignorance and are
Always mainly striving to earn their daily living.
They have yet to discipline themselves for
Their ultimate destination and to receive
Some special training to eventually see
That which is always there to be witnessed.
It is said to be of the utmost importance
For one to meet and come under the guidance
Of a person who has traversed the way and
Knows from experience how to take others there.
There is some preparation to be undergone
By anyone who aspires to get there one day
And that they should follow the instruction
Of the person who is willing to guide them.
It is also said that: 'when the student is ready,
The teacher appears' and that: 'there is in this
World a time and a place for everything'.
Who really knows what the future will bring?
When the time is nigh and all is in hand
Consider your position where do you stand?
Make the move and leave the rest unto him
Then it will be his duty to teach you to swim.
The relationship of the true teacher and
The real student is eternal and binding
They say that it is sacred and a test of
Faith, devotion, love and understanding.
There are many obstacles along the way
All are founded in ignorance and illusion
As the fickle mind is still holding sway;
The teacher helps to remove the confusion.
Do not worry, be anxious or faint hearted
For he knows your journey has just started
He will guide, protect and see you through
To that special place you're destined to.
He's the light of wisdom the ocean of love
Power of grace flows through him from above
Adhere to him and where his feet have trod
He's not an ordinary teacher but one of God.
poem by George Krokos
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Broken wings of Angels
angels came form a distance time, a time within a
moment of eternity, where even the light rays and
a millions time of infinity could only smell the
shadow of its existence
expose my soul to the profane world and judge me in
my powerless strength to my weakness, an offshoot
of my being human in this changing world
mingle my day to a life time, where I know my
eyes is close who wouldn't only witness the existed and
exploited world who has now have eaten and come
to conquer the weaknesses of every flesh
exploit my hunger, my thirst of adolescent, my
untainted mind to the world of unworthy pleasure, my
young dream of the future, my ambition to my ideal
world to come, my promises of what I am of this
life I always cherish
this moment of pleading wouldn't only reach your heart
and calls your soul to shield my destiny to take with me
the yoke that leads me to a dream where I may stay
may the wings I shattered be resembled in the wind you
touch and take my broken wings to fly in your heart,
that blew my feather to the nesting rest of breath be in
the glory of my soul
poem by Antonio Liao
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I will be your eyes.......
until the final hour will come to close the dawning
sky i will be the eyes that see the wonderful scenery of our
hearts and offer thee the beaconing soul of thirst for you
and me
build the mighty kingdom of my immortal freedom,
reach the zooming mind of light to conquer the heart that
calls, the shadow of the past and learn to accept that the
dream you touch comes from my magical spell of vanity of
words that captures the endless passion of loving you
till the sun will shine and as the blood run from the
eternal soul of my precious being, the stream of sea dropp of
salt wonder the illusion of taste in your thought, never give
up, it’s just a beginning to unlock the oracle of time that you
will always be in my side
pick it up; your time will just come in a sudden moment,
like a flap of a wings of an angel, wondering to settle down
in the most comfortable fly in the horizon of dream, where
nest of eggs waited the warm up feathers of thy mother's
hug
leads me to face the vacuum of my humble vision and
guide my lonely heart to make it pure, in your timeless love
of care, as you hide away of where my immortal soul stay for
eternity
lean me your heart and hear that the night does not fall my
dear it is only your eyes that close
poem by Antonio Liao
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The driven flying Kite
sometimes I forget, the kite that I flew, has leave me to
trust in the wind, forgetting, the thread that knot between
you and me; rainy and sunny days mind the hour it blown
to the sky, as long the kite is ready to go
my way has gone for anything that hold you from me and
got a memory that last for a lifetime; the need to change the
mind that i still and i will love you, what ever it happen finds
that still you’re my purest dream, as star that gazes in the
milo of the sitting night, and a smile for me, indeed it begin
in your life
i am sure that together we will rise, for as the wings
of the dream fly high, everything is above that each we can’t
see; but surf in in all your speed in the stream of a traveling
in clouds, together we will go, in beyond the love of the sky
and as you came, i can’t believe my heart seems to go
behind for everything i can’t understand, until you hug in the
middle of the night, like time in all the time watching and
telling me that i will be alright
time has come and saying me that it might be you, that
kept me to quite, somehow those change my whole life to
hold and to go in what life would be, through the darkness
night i stay with you
just you tell me, that tomorrow is still a way of love
to love me, for each moment is a way to take me in your
Heart…in your life feel and tell me, to fly a kite with you and
share this today for today is way to conquer your loving
heart, love me then …..and….. hold you endlessly
poem by Antonio Liao
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On the Flipside
out of the dust
create something that
lives forever
to be free; a breathless creation
that leads to dominium
and worth to die,
thou the prize endlessly provoke
to open heart
just to live and paved
each pride
to fade
staple my desire to discomfort
of waste of time
believing that something makes
every life may enjoy
the wisdom of happiness
leaving behind
of what leads to flame
the essence of
existence
step in the limelight of perfection
I left nothing than a
dream to tucked away the
beginning of what style
guide me to reach
your ideal Love,
take the way where I begin and lie
down the armor
of wisdom to follow
you’re Will
time comes in the presence
of my youth, dismay by own desire
of lust, find and pull off
each day of moment to fulfill the given
destiny,
until death caught
the vagueness of Life
savour your Time.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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AMERICA a shared Destiny
born with legacy, somewhere beyond
imagination, reality fulfill its
destiny where great and brave men
bastion the world with a leadership
that breeds the righteousness of
existence
conquer yet never been defeated, a
Daffodils in the land of the conqueror,
blooming and dazzling with jewels
topping the crystal springs of the
star
all eyes glimpse the beauty, the
owe of wonder of the world, the glory
that zoom the vision of men where the
answer leads the aspiration of a
genuine peace
long live America you're the soul of
Democracy that spark in the day and
night of our daily lives, the shared
lighthouse of this destiny we dream
off and the fulfillment of what
life brings
AMERICA a nation that we adore forever
poem by Antonio Liao
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Build eternity in your Mind
the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence
the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess
all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God
the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever
build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time
poem by Antonio Liao
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Take care of me Lord, i'm yours.......
Leave my soul down to the very beginning, where
I sprouted, whim what all I receive and let no one will
dump in my breath; I’m in a halo of every mercy
of your angel, the Alpha of my life
Stream go while as you stay, receive all the flow
of every dream, lighted all that melt for in your shadow
will come to an end, reflected in the every glow,
you’re the never ending stay; I waited you for so long,
the humble life, where you belong, by weightless soul
soon to go in the clouds I placidly return
Wait endlessly the paint I barrow, the brush I usually
do, brings my sorrow to the joy I dream to make
you happy, just a little moment or an hour the wheel
of the day color my work as I always wake; the step I
walk as you’ll be with me in the motionless body I lay
Sleep my darling soul, in a Big hand you sleep for a
moment of memories; all is a clay in the dust blown out
to a land where everybody, don’t understand, sudden
your hope and dried up your tears, all brings you to
believe the truth of what is in your hand
Slowly, so quickly everyone had to taste the working
Big hand, beneath our lining of lines, the existence of
The One beyond this time……. I trust in you Lord
“As every line dot in every ink, my Heart lifted high to
Ms. Merciditas C. Dampayla “ I dedicate this poem
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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Lime of a new Beginning
each has its own time, to believe of what is tomorrow
to live, a turning point of one's own beginning where, God
the most high respected the outcome, for it is the only honor
of your humble respect
lost in the dark, waited the dawn to shine, the
unwavering butterfly wish to touch the magnefico of
the sweet petal, humming like bees in the celebrity of great
feast day in the honey comb where, everybody sleep the
tenderness of night and enjoy the full of memory of
happiness
the meaning, the answer of every dream; the bits and
pieces of what is today, the lime of every drink that free us
from a great surrender of one's call, to pursue, even it hurt
to the wish of uncertain end, as the elements of any courage,
to forward each fate with out faith in sanctity of an angel of
light, the hope that begin with no illusion of what was the
past
you may be not the styles idol of the house, but the
pedestal of the wall that brings the house to become a home,
make the best for you for what last forever is the years
together, the past of today that leads the way to lay your
bottomless heart in every moment of countless days gone
by
let the battle begin, my heart is open and my hand waited to
bring my empty shield to the pedestal of your honest love,
await my humble soul to hold the victory, of your prize, for
winning is the beginning of achieving the flame of history
with you....i will
poem by Antonio Liao
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In The Land Of Joy
Flat face and round bottom,
Long face and small bottom,
One can surely make it a big difference!
And like the power of one's love in the land of joy.
One letter can create a book,
One vote can change a nation,
One candle can be lighted to overcome the darkness!
Yes, one can surely make it a big difference.
One bird can herald a spring,
One smile cam create a beautiful contact,
One's dream cam lead to one's success,
And one laugh can conquer gloom!
But the joy of your muse is from the power of one.
One can surely make is a big change!
One seed can create a garden,
One song can spark movement,
And one poem can touch the hearts of many!
For the joy of my mind is now seen by others.
One tree can give birth to a forest,
One star can guide a ship,
One letter can deeply touch your heart,
One step can start a long journey,
One word can give birth to a prayer!
And like your first kiss to your lover.
One hope can lift the spirits,
One love can bring about the peace and joy of this world,
One touch can inspire love and care;
And one voice can speak the truth with wisdom!
But the joy of this poem is edited by one's mind.
One life can make the difference to guide you on,
One's freedom can liberate others;
And like the star which guided the Three Wise Men,
For one can surely make it a big difference in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We are here knowing that we are at an inflection point in the history of our world. We are at an inflection point in in the history of our nation. We are here because the American Dream and our American democracy are under attack and on the line like never before. We are here at this moment in time because we must answer a fundamental question: Who are we? Who are we as Americans? So, let’s answer that question. To the world. And each other. Right here. And, right now. … We can heal our nation. We can give our children the future they deserve. We can reclaim the American Dream for every single person in our country. We can restore America’s moral leadership on this planet. So let’s do this. And let’s do it together. And let's start now.
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Dreaming Reality
In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
To shed the chrysalis, learn to fly,
Depart the earth, kiss the sky,
To be reborn, be someone new,
Is this a dream or is it true?
Is my life in fact a dream?
Are things not always as they seem?
Are daylight hours reality,
Or do I dream eternally?
In the dream world or the real,
We cannot know what we can't feel.
What is not a dream by day,
Comes to us at night to stay.
Dreams - vivid colors of life,
Or fleeting, obscure, murky strife?
Façade of reality brings,
To the mind, exquisite things:
Love, regret, memories, cheer,
Imagination, even fear.
The lives we live appear, it seems,
To be a dream within a dream.
A long dream of hopeless sorrow,
I'll dream my life again tomorrow.
(27 February 2005)
poem by Richard Stamper
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Today is SUNDAY
cried out happily with the Lord the tears
hold the blessing of your stay, walk and
never say a promise that leads you to the
road to sadness, and always whisper your
wish to the angels that makes you great,
in the eyes of the Lord
find the wisdom of settlement for every
dream is the ladder to aim high for that
day is full of glorious memories to
remember, for once upon a time you have
share and live according to its desire to
be present in the future
have seen yourself throughout the past
and laugh with tears of joy that moment,
see how wonderful your living in the absent
of the light, as the darkness define the
presence of the light of your existence,
telling the whole beginning of that you
Exist, the Forever Grace to Live...
poem by Antonio Liao
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