The Last Petal
cautious take simple
arrogant, shifted
in the highway of change; leaving where
an open hand may not close,
to the heart of envied eyes, a callous of pride
beyond any pollen petals of decompose
scented candle hurriedly calls
the melted fog of genuine
leaf, looking where
the wind call and fall into the ground
of fertile soil; letting the moist perfume the
golden lullaby of your stay
forever smell the last leaf to float
and fly where
life goes in the journey of every last
sight...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Fall to Earth
The stubborn little Maple leaf
held on when all its fellows fled.
They carpeting the ground beneath
a vast lushscape of gold and red.
Leaf held on through wind and rain,
the last survivor of its race.
Leaf held on past Turkey day
maintaining there its pride of place.
Then Leaf grew lonely, I suppose-
Like the summer's final rose.
Leaf envied then the flakes of snow
Who fluttered past to their repose.
Then, just as winter came to call,
Leaf felt a tug and then a snap.
Flying, tumbling on the winds
Fall to Earth. Fade to black.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Leaf
to a non-poet a leaf is just a leaf
and when it falls
on the ground, there is nothing but a
fall
but to us who claim this art
a leaf is not just a leaf
but it can be you or i
falling and when i reach the ground
you feel the heart of the leaf
beating
for its falling, its failure as a leaf,
its surrender to a certain death
its claiming a portion of this earth
to rest and be part of this
world, it rots, and it speaks some line
before it rots
a poem, a valediction on an anthill,
an eulogy of the other leaves that
fell before the great falling
it can be a story of humanity written
on the lines of its face, it will have flesh
on its layers, some mouths on its
seams, and it will tell too
about the tree where it comes from
how the clouds drifted so close to its stalk
how the sun kissed it on top of everything
a leaf is a world. just as a poem is.
we live inside it. Through it. Even
outside it. Even in circles.
we make understanding so complicated.
yet we are so simple as you see us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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September Morn
I watch the World around me
As again I hear nature call
For it is the end of summertime
And the awakening of a beautiful fall.
The leaves have changed their colors
The skies became icy white
My heart becomes exceedingly joyful
At Septembers, beautiful sight.
The rustling wind has turned to cold
The leaves have changed to brown
This moment, I pray to hold
As the leaves fall onto the ground.
The squirrels scurry from their trees
The birds have all flown away
It is another September morning
I feel it with each step that I take.
With a cold wind against my back
I journey to a great tree
To pick up the jewels that she left there
An acorn, and a lonely leaf.
I shiver as I walk
With a leaf and acorn in hand
I watch fall as it arrives around me,
So happy is this man.
I then walk up unto my wife
I present her with the leaf and acorn
So happy I am with this fall,
That I give Her my September morn.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Limbo Leaf
Mr.Leaf, Lays still on the
Misty Soil has
A story to narrate
A song to sing
A poem to recite
Of the plants, of the trees
Of the herbs and
Of the shrubs...
Mr.Leaf began...
Past went apart; Leaving me alone
Present presented tears; For me to wipe out
Future away from nature; To turn me to a corpse
Tear droplets sat on leaf
Which appeared alike dewdrops
The half dead leaf sheds tears
Yes! A pinch of life
Stays awake
In this pale & yellow leaf
Striving to say more
Mr.Leaf realised: -
Time to leave the plant
Time to accompany the land
Time to dissolve in the soil
It flew away
With the rythm of the wind
Dancing & dazzling
To the blacky-rocky land
There it lies cold & still
Waiting to be vanished
Down the soil pores.
poem by Mariya M. Jos
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The scent of perfume in you.....
the night color the dream to fall into the midst of you
as I welcome my dear heart to stay in your eager
body of wonder; swept every sweat that hold the
warmest stared upon my naked eyes of reality
the smell, smile as the moon push my hyacinth of scent
of honor to stand with in the halos of the past, alone in
the wind of affection of stream as the tide of perfume
lives in your belligerent heart
i live in the glass of nowhere and stay in the stage of
nobody, afraid of showing my shadow of today, as you
leave me alone and let my opulent wings fly in the
horizon of the star, where my longing vanish the face of
arrogant in thy loneliness of my heart it fall
let the fragrance suite in my pride to make it free, i felt
that my worthless devotion will always be the beginning
of today’s passion of you, for in every flowers grow my
whole self belong only to your humble taint of perfume
that poisons my being, to be true of myself
resist my soul the adventure comes no regrets, a forget
and always to take the load, dazzling the rainbow of the
sky, where droplets of every tear cured the lasting
goodbye of my blind eyes that subside
now, take my hand and smell the smile of perfume in
your heart..... i still remember your first kiss in my
cheek and say take me in the sky of wonder…… my
Darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Fancy bundle of Roses
laid in tears bundle with roses in the wrist line
with hands goggle for wither petals of lovely Roses
scramble feeling settle my knee of dense pain as
the heart, shout tremendously of anguish of nothing
left as I am today
role the pages of time and catch the running
stream for a drink, as the eyes watch the
thundering voice of delightful cry and dearly behold
that death will come to say and depart not to stay
in me, I am still have the pain
Roses are for free, nurturing thorn, bleeds
the trembling hand for that fancy, could be the last
request of my faithful heart, and leave me not my
heart, for only in you I stay and lay my true love
spread the tears of lasting perfume and sprinkle
the fancy Roses of droplets of heart, bundle with
genuine appeal, and turn the lasting friendship
into a window of splendid smell aroma of love,
the climax of my essence stay
propel the scented moist, lovingly gallops my Heart
and Soul ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Death, promise a sweet goodbye
if i will die the heaven wish is to cry,
the world will always remember the lasting peace
i've give and the honest wreath of the heart will bloom
as the golden sky lapses my coffin
with a simple cry
as the journey comes away a long step
to go, the soul wait a sudden clicks with outmost
respect of angels; waving the horizon of waiting,
knowing that you will
pass bye
make the best of the tears that fall, the
beloved will only stay for a while and walk a million
miles, fading as each steps, wondered every drops of
tears, melted in the scented candle of memory, away
from the beloved dear where you want
to stay lastingly
sleep, the time is not me to hold, but yet!
the daylight leads me to close, as the smile in your face
color me to say a sweet goodbye.....
lead me Lord to your kingdom.....
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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The Rusting Ring
faded in the milieu of time, for
the yesteryears come no mercy than to rush
beyond the past, seeing than of what is today
as it watches the gallon surf the high tide of
the ocean, laughing and crushing the wave
that hurdle every cliff of no return
midnight calls the bell, even the darkness smile
for peace, amaze the gorgeous face of a new
fingers wrap with soft linen cloth
of promise, to stay forever, till shadow cover's
the wooden curtain 10 ft below the grown
hey! cute the hour is certain to come but the
body lies in the wooden ground, view to rush
and nothing left than a moist of dirt and dust
mixed in the soil of nothingness
be the best of soil that fertile the ground
and stay for a life time to grow...
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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Our seed of love
If like an apple, ours is meant to be
That a little bite more, a little us less
Then let us as gentle as we can be
Take each bite even as we regress
Till we eat deep into our love's flesh
And nothing more in us to bless
For apple season must come and go
Such path all things must flow
But an apple has many seeds
A little soil and a little moist it needs
Sunshine and a little kiss of life
To give green to its tiny leaf
Pray as we swallow that final part
Ours will grow again in the fertile soil of our heart! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Old Tunes
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;
So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
But in the instant the airs remain
I know the laughter and the pain
Of times that will not come again.
I try to catch at many a tune
Like petals of light fallen from the moon,
Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,
But they float away -- for who can hold
Youth, or perfume or the moon's gold?
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Limelight Sight
off
the beginning of the end
the eyes will close
and the memory will linger on the
body language
of the soul,
the destiny is near and the end
of every beginning will start;
until the night comes closer to the curtain
of each wishing soul, eager to join the
parade of the whole
clouds that gallops the entire body
where silent will finds
the ears that
wait and easy to say amen
come reach the
highway of change and step beyond
where today is forever true
of the soul; rebuild the unending search
and stay with whom
your faith rise to find the lasting home
of eternity,
thou death comes prior
to what belief gives
take the whole
of what it brings to the soul, for nothing
than a simple offering
of incense perfume brings genuine
heart that gives
Life
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Leaf And The Tree And The Roots
if i had to write it again
then i had to, as i must
let you fully understand
the true nature of a vine
the way the leaf swerves
with the wind to give itself
to a fateful fall, the one that
completes its existence as
a leaf to a tree, a part of
a whole, the way it must
settle on the ground and
be with the worms and rot
and fulfills the cycle of its
short existence, and by then
it tells the roots, i am a leaf
i am back and you must now
eat everything in me so i can
be with the bark again so i
can be a leaf again to a tree
that holds me back
and then for another time
lets me fall again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like a leaf in the wind
Her soul flutters like a leaf in the wind
Clinging on to tree of life
With nothing more than hope
Devoid of pretense
Shorn of desires
Tossed about, at the whim of a gathering storm
Dark cold has slowed the sap
But deep inside, life fights to surge through
Longing for the next sunny day
When the sap will ease through fluid pathways
Until then, her soul flutters like a leaf in the wind
On a high branch she clings alone
While the other leaves huddle
Warm in their numbers
Sheltered in low branches
Wondering how she has lasted so long
While her soul flutters like a leaf in the wind
When the storm blows harder,
She sometimes feels close to giving up
And sinking quietly to the ground below
Returning to dust, from where she arose
But something in her refuses to let go
While her soul flutters like a leaf in the wind
So come wind, come storm,
Blow as you might
She will cling on to the tree of life
This lone leaf will fight.
poem by Anita Atina
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Awareness
I picked a leaf up from the ground
and compared it to my hand.
Its veins were strikingly similar
and wondered was it planned
that all of life is connected
in ways we tend to forget?
The beauty of this connection
is startling and yet
I know that as the leaf withers away
others will take its place.
And I, like you my dearest friends
will also have to face
withering from gusts of wind
that make the dry leaf unseen.
likened to the gusts of wind
that will wipe our slates clean.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tantalizing Aroma
dirty hands blend color soap, while nostril
gently smell gorgeous perfume, scented looks
adore fumes of joyous appeal
sniff dear heart, the nib induce soft pique of
desire into the callous of hibernation of cool
lasting rest of sweet memories of love
hang-out does not calm the turmoil seas, just
listen to the surfing sea gall, the faded sky
turn its dawning lurk of darken light of firefly,
come take the fusion of change in the blends
of great desire, hook to survive dear someone
a hurdle cloth, faze the staring eyes of the
nodded aroma of the scented smell of favorite
sortie, young and glamorous ingredients of the
heart
flow dear olfactory of the soul and douse
reinforce the perfume of love in you, I am
humble …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Cory Aquino
a toss of Roses amongst the flowers, fragrance
and unassuming smell capture the infinite
perfume of the wind, the only mirror of the precious
gems of this century, where honesty strengthen the
People Power to live and curtail poverty amidst
an abundance of riches touches the few
as the grass felt on the ground every eyes close
to find that the mouth is empty, what then
the force of the majority that hole the secret of hope
to fight against the powerful hierarchy of the elite,
yet with the breathe of pure and scented canticle of
faith, as the whole become the particle of what life has
to live in the towering heart of aspiration leave by
the spirit of love
a simple lady with only have the arm to hold
the cross, a gesture of nobody whom everybody finds
the easy way to die, boundless desire to give as the
rainbow ready to close at the end of the night, the
small hand of the clock whose purpose is to lift up the
second into a minute to reach and complete the hour
of the day
honor gives nothing to the dust, as the water turn
the soil to breathe, here a fair humble heart, sharing
the gift of love, just to let the sky open, even a
teardrops of blood come not to remorse for no one in
the clouds of prestige, envy the start of the race as it’s
open to find the deepest songs to live in accordance
with the given time of praise
this is the moment of where everything says
and waits for nothing but a gift of witnessing becomes
the will to believe that life is something to give up in
order to live and die, for nothing in the face of eye
wait the soul to die again, a radiating presence of the
gate of everlasting life anchor in sincerity of giving
back of what is given
be the scented spirit of Corazon Aquino the lady of
the hour ready to die for other to live ……
“A poem dedicated to the Anniversary death of President Corazon Aquino”
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Was There On High
i was there on high
for a time and i like it
but nothing lasts
so they say
and i know and then
i fall like a leaf from a tree
and so they say once again
nothing lasts forever
and i know and then
i fall to the ground like
a sick bird from the sky
but i did not die
and i know and then
i really accepted it
like a cup of my tea
and now you too
shall fall like a leaf
from that tree but
don't you worry
we are here down
to the ground and
now we are home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lonely Fallen Leaf
One fine morning
In the season of fall
The leaf pick up made its early round
And the trash was just picked
Sun was shining
The sky was blue
And the wind blew in occasional spurts…
The empty trash bin lay on its side
Rocking and rocking with every blow of the wind.
A lonely dry leaf flew by and landed on the ground
Inching forward and backward as the wind blew,
And the empty trash bin kept on rocking.
The world seemed to be in a dynamic equilibrium
With motion of all its elements synchronized.
I watched with curiosity
If the lonely leaf would be trapped in the bin
And make its way to the landfill mound!
With a final gust of wind
The leaf flew past the bin and away
The wind stopped and the bin lay still
And the leaf, I hope, will find a safe place and degrade
And contribute its share to the ecological parade.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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