The Poetry Marathon

Second poem

The park is quietest after hours.
Trespassing thrill, not for cowards.
Soft moonlight upon the pass.
We find our place within the grass.
Forever there, through the night.
Good morning comes at dawn’s light.

Love will shine again

When darkness came over my heart.

For the love we had .

Our friendship grew into a love.

that was so warm and gentle.

With laughter and smiles

When you touch my hand my heart melted.

With the most beautiful love.

We shared our lives with stories.

Some of the stories was sad.

Some of our stories made us smile.

The most beautiful story was ours the warmth of our love.

was like warm summer breeze that whisper.

Through our souls.

It was the most beautiful feeling of having.

Your love with mine.

I am blessed to have met you so my heart.

Knew what love was. there will be know other love.

For my heart because all my love yours.

When the day of darkness cover my heart our lives .

wasn’t the same.

It took our love for each other .

Made it so cold.

#2 – Fusion

Fusion

Diffusion

Transfusion

 

Core vision

Store wisdom

Dear firestorm

 

This place, this point

Where nothing stays

But the void

But the indomitable

The unnamable

So thorn

So twisted

So born

I am busted

 

Fusion

In your guts

Diffusion

In your stut

Transfusion

In your blood

 

Core vision

From the heart of the cell

That you’re in

And out

The cell that locks you in

And out

The cells that you hold out

And in

The cells that you fight for

And far

 

Store wisdom

In your brain

In your chain

Store wisdom

To regain

The future

Of that game

In your chest

In your pain

Store wisdom

 

Dear firestorm

You burn me

To the bone

You fuel me

To the shore

When I am lost

In the mourn

Dear firestorm

You love me

To your death

And save me

With your breath

 

Fusion

Diffusion

Transfusion

 

Core vision

Store wisdom

Dear firestorm

 

 

 

 

To Night

To call this work,
To tease my doubt,
To channel thought,
To call on art,
To leave safe port,
To return home,
To forge my body to my mind.

To twist my fingers into shape,
To open handed question fate,
To cut myself and cut the day,
To find a passage though the haze.

To break, and break, and break away.

To myself, and to you, and to all the others out there too.

(#1/12): “What Lies Ahead”

 

The long dark road ahead beckons.

It calls out for me.

No light to see.

Do I sense

A bitter

End?

 

© 2015 Silvester Phua

 

POEM 2

Cherry tree in blossom,

birds singing,

coffee waiting to be drunk,

everything has its own rhythm.

 

Why cannot I find my own

when you are not by my side?

How many other shed tears are necessary

so that you forget your vanity and come back to our nest?

A Kiss Is Like A Cuckoo Clock (10:00 AM)

A kiss is like a cuckoo clock

counting down the hours.

A sound to resonate and remind

the living and the liars.

 

Of all their promises to keep

and places you should be.

Lies that you should never tell

despite your fears decree.

 

Then chimes the loyal cuckoo clock

the hour, then the half.

Alerting you of time that’s lost,

an hour you can’t take back.

 

Quiet now is the cuckoo clock,

it’s lost all sense of time.

The gears were wound too tightly

with promises and lies.

 

Hush now broken cuckoo clock

and to your house reside.

To leave behind the silence

of a kiss that’s lost to time.

In losing the Battle #2

Great Dane measures in hemp,
Guarded with sorrow and pain,
He gathered his wit and started weeping,
Why on earth, I am living hell alone?
Black birds, black hemp,
Clouded with grey and cobweb string,
Where should he go, what should he do?
He can’t fix his life … broken pieces in two.
Grab the candle … grab the stick,
Hemp leaves and synthetic meth.
No healing … pain … stretched!
Savior failed … redemption no more.

© M.C.Pagayon 2015

Clown Car

It seems impossible they’ll all fit

How can there be room for the egos, let alone the baggage, of Carson to Santorum?

 

Yet they keep coming

Apparently, to win the most serious office in the land, one must campaign as the biggest fool;

But if any of them win

The joke

is on us.

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Poem 2/24 – Pink Elf