The lasting memory.....
ages has witness, the memories of time;
emulate the power of unforgivable happening
stages of life, as it venture the journey that
never come again in every step made
the cooled Siberian moist capture the
hyacinth of the skin, hurry to wait the breezing
air of the heart; each wrinkle the facial dew of
what then the soul reunited in your calling
fascination of reality bestowed
compassion return as what was remember
the evergreen of the sunlight hallucination of
fate, waited to past the haiku of stream in
your coming age, lay down all the card and
disguise your anticipation that everything has
to follow the nature flow
let, each branches fall with the trunk and
leave each leaf touches to the ground, the dirt
has something to say; as a dreaming call,
walk in an abode of shooting star, the night
become the moment of asteroid window of the
future
nay! make me to lay with the branches stay in
the ground without a trunk, my heyday is nothing
but a vague vacuum of me.......
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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.....
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Oh! God, in the middle of my Dream
Cricket’s sounds with a savvy laugh the night
journey of the dream; like a shooting star I
wait; seems crossing in the middle of night,
the glittering star of a million years
sweet always fined the tongue that taste, a
precious flesh of wondered colorless reality
of the night, watching thy threshold of
memories beyond time
oh! mid-shadow of the blooming night,
come as you may go, and capture myself, of
where nobody knows the future I’ve wait, will
come to live my heart forever and let not my
desired life lies in the bed I stay
whisper my dear dream for the night hold
me to flee the peeping eyes I want to say; that
the nightfall darkness always sees the splendid
sky, I am awake
open my dear little eyes and dream the
dreaming Journey to a dream of a passing
goodbye …..
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Dustbowl of Reflection
birth right moves to reach out our ideals,
the navel of the past resemble to find the
venture of every Cherry Blossom flower
to blown out away from the Siberian
winter
hurdle the beautiful landscaping of
Mt. Fuji that crushes the fertile valley of
China's most magnificent wonder of
beauty
the limitless aura of our inner passion,
move every stages of life to capture and
conquer the gift that heart desire and the
beauty of once the heart adore, where
the beginning of birth satisfy its reflection
of time
leave nothing but a pleasure to finish the
promise of creation, the make over of
what life is made for its purpose, for in
every stream of water, comes from every
drops of rain in the clouds
look up, as the grass grown, neither its
breathe have catches the wind to blew
down to the hell, as the clouds surf the
ground to grow, for what ever it sow, the
hands hold
make the day be the call to pursue every
hope and let the memories be a part of the
rain that pour the river and stream, for
only in you the whole creation is complete
behold God's creation......
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The Willing Sacrifice
a decade will tell, the flower witness the agony, of
the horizons dawn call to settle down the tired body
that lay, as the wind blew to humble the dew in
every face subdue
my bones motioneless foretold the coming day
never recall, the tour goes untold, yet! my face
smile for another duo, even every beats lasting
to please on the oxygen refresh, what then i wait
in the shadow of the valley of death my soul
return
as the Lilies and the Daffodils wither, the
ice melted to the incense perfume; glitter my
heart call i will depart, leave not to dismay my
soul, poison my skin and all has gone to the
grave I am now entomb
passion my everlasting song, the witness of my
joy will live in the memory of memories of leaving
my day of gladness; resist my farewell and
humble my goodbye; remember the day of
tomorrow for my deepest signature lives in every
midst of every moment i leave
call me a brother to all as my step wait every
song i sing through out the end till everybody stay
in the wreath it display, for in the halo the angels
give and brings eternity to my final day with a new
beginning day to remember my lasting wish to
be happy
now, never be in my dream to leave my song
and my moon walks evolution, nay! tears fall down
to the ground and say again that i'll always be in your
heart and soul in special song of peace..... be in your
prayer..... I’ll be then gifted to the refreshing return to
the promise birth of heaven …. of my soul....
may you rest in peace my Brother Michael Jackson....
a point of lines...a tribute....dedicated to the greatest
King of the Pop of all time...........'Bro. Michael Jackson'
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Eloquent Quill
wish the time may change the twine of thane,
oh! wonderful star; the shooting star, please
wait, i want to see you through, touching the
ground and shout
come little voice, the quite moment sings the
Berry tree, as it blew the Cherry blossom leaves
in the midst sky of beautiful morning of Fuji, oh!
please make me strong as the Balboa tree of
Africa, waiting the coming dried season of each
year for you to see, my strong leaves
ink the beautiful feather of quill in your everlasting
heart forever my eloquent mind of today, lay all the
truth the essence of this wonderful memory of
history, alas! it comes again, for this hour leave
something that lead us to remember the passing
horizon of what is yesterday's a far
my words may come again like precious jewels
touching the hair in the forehead of each heart and
it will never be returned to the ground, nay last for
a lifetime to hold in your shinning hands, for it all
will just lost and leave in the foresight of every
man's eyes and capture each soul to nemesis the
spirit of the returns
say the words and it will past, and as you capture
the presence, the beautiful essence of you lives in
your lasting memory of today, live the eloquent
heart and the incense of quill perfume your destiny
i stand my future, spirit of the quill.........
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Underneath a drifted Sky
lay down in my roof top, wonder up looking in the twilight
night, as the shooting star say hello and a goodbye falling
down goes with my blinking eye that close
the humid air, zooming beneath my tin cloth that covers
my skin, smooth body feels the wondering halos in my
imagination of what the moment of the night wonder the
illusion of the darkness reveals
like floating in the waving wave, without something to
hold, to catch but only the swinging clock in my neck that
once attach, and the timing pendulum heard, soon the
my heart broke looking for safety, my fingers tried to warm
my body, nay it pave the way to warm my feeling of
distress
listen my cool body and call the serenity of the wild
wind underneath the huge sky hovers my whole body; listen
of what my heart clings, capture the beautiful moment of the
given time, when thy soul touches your inner most feeling of
what is life live
deep inside of a feeling, a remembrance of a very
special experienced of life tells the passion of heart; the
joy that it possess lives in every memories, as the eternal
wisdom that you bring in your journey through out your way
to perfection, is a step beyond any other steps you’ve done,
move and lead you to accept that life is just a vanity of
dream of every dreams, in every night, that wonders the
falling star as it depart
be always underneath the sky as it drifted in your midst
the wonder of your life....the passing and gone, but hold on
the precious moment of events for, it will be you to start,
and the wonder of your step, begins in your heart
step on, the night is not yet over........wonder your dream
and you will be in the sky
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Slash me out to go.......
hold your yes that tears, as i capture the halos
of the wind in my sand bag dust, please return
once more in my navel face where narrow unfold
story have i stay
weight my perfume and kiss my tears away,
knocking the doorstep of the window of my spirit
that force me to live, wait me up then. and lewd
me in the sole searching of my soul the
rendezvous of my stint, still swept me off, but yet!
wait me no more in my bosom heart my strength i
own
i leave no regret; as you come, i return as you
leave my deepest affection of my heart, showering
the plateau of my patience as you wept my tears in
my check, touching me, the shadow of my drifted
joy of your palm of tomorrows memories
as you come, holding the stream of hope, never
fade as it was, lurk the certainty of the coming;
willing to hypnotize the moment of the idyllic past
to see me change, you’ve been waiting for, you hold
me in a precious eyelid of tiding happiness of a
broken puzzle of chances of time, where i’ve seen
to rest
now, you’ll always in the edge of the surfing wind,
and ready to go, let the scene of the broken past
remembered of what was today in the isles of
the future ……
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The whistling Breeze
listen, listen, the humming breeze calling each
name in the humid cooled air in the nostril sway;
that closes perfectly in the mode of the freezing
heart of early morning in the sofa you just lay, the
bumble bee wants you to stay and listen as it sings
your favorite sweet melody
stay, stay awake and suite yourself to
motionless blink, close your eyes and feel the soft
voice of prevailing wind of the moist and talk
endlessly in your thought the calling silence of the
moment; it has something to say and move and
wipe your tired body of discomfort for a whole day
your busy, even the cockroach may look ugly yet! it
give you the sweeten way to go
hold, hold not the burden, yet! let it feel, the beauty
of nature that whisper each day that sometimes, you
lost the meaning of today; the crow of the cock tells
you to remember that slowly down you’re in the right
way to fulfill your duty
forever, the soul calls and waits to listen the
daring voice of the nature, patiently hold the heart to
make a start; as the buzzing bee sings the perfect
harmony of each journey; the beauty of unity comes
in a most unforgettable memory of the past assembly
in this momentum of life letting it goes and flies
forever more
listen and go placidly my soul and return the heart that
rejoice each flow of great memory to live in every day
of your life……..God reminds you
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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………
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Autumn Swing
Back to the back
Undo and tracking our footprints
Printed on the sand of time
Reached and stopped at one point
The beginning of earliest thing
Our first meet and Hello greet
Hello world
We keen seed a plant
Sprout the moment, the lesson start
Water my soul you bring me light
With you the life we ride
Deep in core, inside
Grows to root in heart
Hello world
It's been many years we had
But seems like yesterday we been here
The wind still calm, loyal visit our garden
Hope all season life still evergreen not frozen
Time goes fast like a smoke
Thick, thin, disappear
We smile we cry, branching emotion in vessels
Patiently we waiting to smell the scent of happy
Life not easy but we learn new lesson daily
Branches becomes stronger day by day
Stronger construct history today
Dig deep by root, taller, up by shoot
Life so mystery but can be understood
Green leaf symbols of living
Each one, each day we been talking
One day we gained or leaving
Day by day, Oh World
Who thought we passed years
We changed by now and we still
To be now a shady tree
Against the storm or a safe home
The best shelter of nightingale
And we learn how to sing beautiful tale
At least apples ripen accompany
Time running just like a smoke
Dense, smear, disappear
Now, here, today will be another memory
Seasons of life, chapter of our story
Green leaf will change to yellow or brown glory
Feel blue, past leave yellow history
Time so fast, if wrong, say my sorry
Green leaves won't leave a grieve
Together this color we folded in our lifestory
Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
And sand of time bringing changes again
Seal with red to yellow, fade out the blue
The old green one day be the past hue
Gentle breeze drift them away
Fall down, the leaves
fall me with the miss
As the autumn comes again
The memories fly away
We missing and missed
but the wind we love still
The moments we now shared
Rooted in heart, ever-last to exhale
The joy, the smile, the cry and pain
In each branches, vessel and vein
We passed the past, memory make it last
The colors only changed but still so intense
All...Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
Just not green only red or yellow remain
Once we live it fresh as green but now
To the red, brown to yellow it changed
I sat and think life is about to change
The significant why memory remain
Autumn wind take all away
Falling all the red leaves
Falling me, for something i missed
The wind touch again, on this skin
Kiss me cold remind, warm past rewind
But this life-tales we love still
Autumn come again to swing this feel
Hello world,
The seed we plant
Swing me back to memories
When the first time i touch life flowers
I enjoyed and sweetly cry
When the branches broken in vein
I cried my salty cry
Now i learn shoot will replace anew
As new day we keep growing too
The lost green will fade away
The past cant forever stay
We might lost beautiful red, yellow part
But forever memory warming in my heart
I will remember as blue disperse remarks.
Falling down those leaves
falling me, this miss
All behind was around and round
Leaves falling down on the ground
Like our memories, matured, beautiful brown
I'll wait for the time, when everything is back
Beginning of a new story
For new branches to grow
And bring green back home
I smiled and creating new footprints to remember
...........for one day i will return
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The poem is about these three things, i make it to tell in diverse meaning..hope fully it works
1. The memory and story of life that symbolized as a leaf..losing it may cause a miss
2. The time, is like the story of our life and history...Hello is intro when we was born and life
bring some another greet as we grow and changed by time
3. Dedication to a friend, which evergreen in heart
I imagine that we start something like a hello, we plant it and grow
deep in heart...
Autumn Swing is about...
'what all of us having now, current is green..so fresh color of living..this moment we are constructing memories for old days sooner...Then the memories in the making are green as it in present tense and all folded in a leaf...The green will fade as time we will leave...it turn to yellow, red and brown (color of memory) we miss the blue (color of peace) ..The green colors have two complexions (element of green=blue+yellow) mean (live in current=peace and memory. As the leaf lost the green and turn yellow, it means the blue and memory depart each other...When the autumn comes, the wind blows and the leave fall...the fall of the leave=miss because the memory just far away from tree which planted in heart..deep rooted in heart :)
The colors, from green to red-yellow fade to blue meaning as well as this
(blue+yellow=green) ...blue=serene, yellow=memory, green=life and fresh. Hope you can feel connected to one of these or any reason
Thanks for reading and Autumn just coming, enjoy it..! ! Keep smiling
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The morning comes late
all i give is to what is life, all i take is for you, all i made is to make
what you are today, all is just a vanity like smoke that fade in a blink
of an eye
as the night passes the day, all are counted merit for you, all is
given credit what you have done, the pain, the agony, the victory,
the joy are all for you
the happiness you offer to the world, is but a essence of what you
are in this creation, be apart for in every part you made, it might
be the last moment of your stay
it is in this victory that you are call, it is in this happiness that you
have to serve, it is in this life that you exist to procreate, the given
task, only in you, knows that you are in a journey of this life
in every morning, if the sun stand, anchor in your bed and you
feel that you are fine, let your heart tells and be not wary, for the
you are in a journey of no turning back
time is but a moment of an endless journey, a blink of where soul
stand still, of no where to define, just an aura of nothing happen,
only the past will tell, of who you are in every beginning
let your soul move on, of where to floats, angel from different
direction will blew your heart to a place where, you never forget
and you will remember, that once upon a time, your immortal
soul belong and have live this majestic state
just wait, you will be honored and respected according to what
you gain, it is just a passing scene in your heart witness only by
your soul the everything you have made in you life
may you wake up in good faith and live this life to be continued
to life everlasting, have a nice and beautiful morning
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A journey of a Thousand Miles
a foot that lift high can be the first step that reach the
highest pick of the sky, as the eyes move in every
distance that may cause envy the sweet tasteless
journey of the past, who have come into the most
amazing fruit of today's compassion of knowing the
path in the season of spring
the menu of life experience, solidify in the harmony
of time, and the wall of the present entangle; the
cab wave of the past, you may not found the answer
in a melting snow, nor the falling rain to cleanse
your swollen face, the wounded flesh mark the
beginning of what life should be lived
as the truth, venture the birth of reason, one has to
open the call to face of what are clouds above each
knee, follow always the stream that flows and the
river that goes in the vast sea and ocean of what is
reality, for in every foot become a step towards the
gate of maturity the isle of every dream, hull the
journey of success
it is a thousand miles everyone wants to reach, stay
to refresh and humble for the path is slippery and full
of challenge to fulfill, making it lousy and smart make
your way to a beautiful morning at the end of each
journey, everybody will say thank you, this walk is for
me
let the feet step and the breathe easy and a thousand
steps journey for miles to see........
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Forging with ink of Hope and Faith
the last things fish feel thirst; lay down the dry
grown in the middle of breathless gills, showing the
endless mercy of dying, whistle in the air as it
suffocate
the breezing fresh gallop the nostril of nudeness
of a living soul, waiting the smoothness of flow of a
waiting catching soul to survive, the lasting
remembrance of a wondering immortal being exist
the shore catches the wave, as the pebble, wrestling
the turmoil of water in the heavenly pure of struggle,
nay the living floating weeds capture the mingling
drift in the tiny bubble in the deep blue sea
last the passing scene of the memory of the past, all
comes in a freezing sky to stay as it says a golden bye
of what is a blooming flower in the stream of river
gone into the sea of wonderful sky
wait as it flew the dust has mock of faith in the
rainbow of hope that the day leaves as you return and
forward of what ever ink in the memory of your life,
for what ever plan lives in the wish of days in the sun
walk and gone, the vision is to stay always in the
journey with fun, just believe and never fade the faith
and hope that all wait for you to make you, as always
be apart with the great plan
know the air that breathe and learn that someday you
will be back in the touching hand with Faith that
only you is the One to make your birth goal be true
go and leave no trace, the footprints will find you there
to stay with God; in the sea shore of Hope all has to
leave and return..... with Faith
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Easing pain......a Gift
as the leaf fall to the ground, and the trunk stand stood
to face the forcing wind, the fish swims, amidst the
turmoil of current in the deepest sea
neither the birds, lift to fly to a thundering storm, nor
the rain whistles the lightning to stop to blow, feel the
whisper of the blooming flower, as the petal waited the
bees and butterfly to set in the top
life is nothing without thorn in every rose, and the pain
that gain gives the experience to learn that only in
sharing; life is worth to exist, beyond any happiness, or
joy amongst creature blessed
look up the glacier in the Alps, the beauty wonder the
eyes that see; as the sudden change of landscaping
molded the ice to hold, for in every rock of ice that fall,
only the great high mountain can stop to play
take every minute of the time to close the passing night,
all have something to touch in our lives, its not yet over
my friend the dawning clouds waited the night to come
and as the ray of the easing pain waits us to believe that
you have all the time to go, until life comes no more
let me wait you, till I’ll go and ease me the burden of
each moment to stay with you..... my Lord
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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 ……
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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
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Breezing Finale...
make all the star bright and rainbow all the mountain with
good tiding and the flying bird stoppage the wind in the
sky with to much light; certainly death echo in the deepest
flow of the heart, my dear sweet goodbye, hello …
take off perfect head the righteous step has to go, while
touches the flame of hell; red light room close my naked
eyes, and the skin gear for hidden emotion exploded, behold
the ecstasy of moment, splendid smell of perfume teaches to
begin and offer, fine ….
crazy I me not, for the given time leads that day to see the
happiness of what is wonderful looks in your eyes of today,
something that brings no doubt of the mind that you’re the
one, who gives my own to surrender all that I have, oh! …..
whole heartedly, follow the sway of the leaf and obey the
waiting wind, as it goes to the crushing stream of passionate
memories, mixed amongst the fog of the silent forest call,
wait …
swear to me, as I go waiting to save my waiting breeze ….
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The Giving Tree
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'
' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.'
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'Come, Boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'I am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?'
'Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,' said the tree.
'Then you can sail away...
and be happy.'
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
'I am sorry, Boy,'
said the tree,' but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone.'
'My teeth are too weak
for apples,' said the boy.
'My branches are gone,'
said the tree. ' You
cannot swing on them - '
'I am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'My trunk is gone, ' said the tree.
'You cannot climb - '
'I am too tired to climb' said the boy.
'I am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry....'
'I don't need very much now,' said the boy.
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.'
'Well,' said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Hail Holy Queen
adore my heart, my most tender
loving soul have welcomed my
beloved children of faith; behold
the holy ground live in the paradise,
of the tenderness I wait, for us to
stay
walk in the memories of shared
friendship, the guiding spirit of
unity amongst believer of quest
the heart that leads us to the
showering grace of mercy and
feel the yesterday of the future,
the holy unity of the triumphant
Being of the universe reveals in
the moment of timeless ages
embrace my most love heart, who’s
precious moment of hope wonder the
coming day of revelation, for a passing
edges call the day of reckoning of
fading sight, I forever wait my dear
someone
come near to my high lighted
Passover, the venue tenderly
hold each wonder soul of lost,
my whole hearted joy loves
your loving embraces
touch my self, the powerful love
of my Son.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Am Seized By A Strange Desire!
I am seized by a strange desire
That thrusts me through the dizzy darkness
Into ages and ages past to trace
That ancient soul, the very first seed,
That sprouted my lineage aeons ago.
Neither guides nor torches are at hand
To lead me into pitch dark corridors
Of the labyrinthine pathways
With strong stench of dead memories.
I lose my vision a few miles thereon;
Yet I will be on my way, struggles whatever may be.
It seems now as if I am the loftiest leaf
Of a tiniest twig kissing the heavens;
And my journey down below through a maze of
Leaves, branches to main trunk and to root proper
To have a holy meeting with my remotest ancestor look
Both arduous and bleak; yet my urge surges me on.
One by one wakes up from dead to my strong loving calls
And declares one's links to my family chain-
Only three links, one up and one down, is revealed to me;
And by the time I cover more and more distances
I realize that I have my relations in every country
In every caste, creed and religion, professions,
In every strata of societies, in all dialects and languages
In short I find that my blood coursing through
All individuals of all continents of this earth.
My journey is now just half way and I am exhausted
When will I reach my family tree's trunk and root?
Who could be my remotest ancestor, I surmise?
May I call him the God Himself, my remotest Dot!
I drown into deep meditation; then why should there be
Fights amongst siblings of this earth for all silly causes
When we all are from the same apex but sprinkled all over?
Peace settles on me like mist on a mountain on a cool night
O greedy folks, when you fight, think of that one ancestor
Who brought us all and shake your hands, throwing down your conflicts!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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