Guest Poets
Amazing Talents
By Francis Morilao
each one of us has a gift
a tiny spark that lies beneath
an amazing talent don't dare to keep
it will haunt you during your sleep
once there was a man
who gave talents to three servants
an amount to each and everyone
still remember what they've done?
when you are alone at night
got to the kitchen and grab a knife
search for that sparkling light
enhance it, nurture the glow and bright
still looking for your own talent?
for quite so long you've been searching
music is the key you were asking
Worship God and start singing
be worthy of fear you are referring
it produces wisdom and understanding
it is normal in the beginning
spontaneous thoughts is overwhelming
if your talent is drawing
exhibit the colors of your painting
be proud of those high buildings
a workmanship of engineering
just like me and R. S. Mallari
poetry is our specialty
imagination is beyond eternity
an honor to be part of Worlds literary
What Matters Most
By Minorie Lanag
to love you from afar,
bitter sweet what can i say
love can be like a tar,
what love gives, it would suffice.
i love you from a distance,
wish i could touch when i reach
have to make my stance,
to love, or leave and love.
cruel as love may be,
butterflies abound in the air
and tears may sure fall,
but love in the end is LOVE.
By Minorie Lanag
to love you from afar,
bitter sweet what can i say
love can be like a tar,
what love gives, it would suffice.
i love you from a distance,
wish i could touch when i reach
have to make my stance,
to love, or leave and love.
cruel as love may be,
butterflies abound in the air
and tears may sure fall,
but love in the end is LOVE.
The Dead bodies did it all
By Manpreet Singh
Saw a picture of few soldiers dead in war,
their dead bodies talking with each other,
smiling, cracking jokes over a cup of coffee,
same colour of soul but different colours of uniforms.
Asking each other about the countries they fought for;
sharing smiles, griefs, people problems and childhood stories
and lullabies, famliy photos, mum dad children, loved ones;
all were same both the side.
Humanity made me them fly with their loved dreams,
saw a new and bright morning rising around the cliffs,
Humanity made them swim across the God's sea of wonders;
suddenly smell of gunpowder, sounds of bullets grounded
them to the reality.
Enemity made them dead, and the death make them realize oneness
the things they couldn't do while alive,
the dead bodies did it all.
By Manpreet Singh
Saw a picture of few soldiers dead in war,
their dead bodies talking with each other,
smiling, cracking jokes over a cup of coffee,
same colour of soul but different colours of uniforms.
Asking each other about the countries they fought for;
sharing smiles, griefs, people problems and childhood stories
and lullabies, famliy photos, mum dad children, loved ones;
all were same both the side.
Humanity made me them fly with their loved dreams,
saw a new and bright morning rising around the cliffs,
Humanity made them swim across the God's sea of wonders;
suddenly smell of gunpowder, sounds of bullets grounded
them to the reality.
Enemity made them dead, and the death make them realize oneness
the things they couldn't do while alive,
the dead bodies did it all.
Written in Moon Dust
by Leslie Moon
As I shake last night from my head
Remembering the depth of the moon light
Her glowing tendrils of hair reflect gold
lips speak – a whisper in my ear
my heart with her is never cold
she leaves an aura behind
feeling she will be back
to hold me in her arms
beam love into my hands
I think about her beauty
from the inside out
her words are dear
she leaves me a note
“I love you”
by Jeanne Ames
Little fire fairy trapped inside glass
The old man captured the poor lass
As in the dark of night she roamed
Far away from hearth and home
Pretty little flame now lighting his way
Beyond her glow, night’s shadows play
A living flame, to warm his soul once more
Guiding his steps toward his cottage door
Yes, he had imprisoned the little lady light,
But, she had captured his heart that night.
Entering, he sets the magical lantern down
Lady fair with golden hair and flame red gown
He looks uncertainly at the fairy lady bright
Old hands shake and heart break at the site
Steaming tears fall from her fiery blue eyes
Glowing white wings fade as the lady cries
Sadly, he thinks, “what now have I done?
To capture and imprison this little one?”
Fairy fire must always be free and bright
To light the way of lost travelers at night
To melt the icy snow and dance in spring,
With other fire fairies in a mushroom ring.
To cheer the hearts of the young and old,
Bringing warmth to chase winter’s cold.
Trembling hands touch the warm glass,
And he opens the door to winter’s blast.
But his heart warms again at the site
Of the lady now free and shining bright
Do not limit someone’s life fire for your own,
If you care, set them free or leave them alone,
Then they will always be there, shining for you.
Because you care, they are free and happy too.
A Night to Remember
by Minorie Lanag
T'was a warm, damp night
We began with smiles so bright
Laughter shrills took away the fright
Parted ways with our hearts so light.
Sang our hearts out to happy tunes
The air blew in the sandy dunes
As we celebrate another plume
And as friends, each one assumes.
The spirit took its place
Opened up and marked his space
Tongues and talks all in a maze
Everyone left with a daze.
The pasta with the Sosi’s sauce
Earned a bit o’ warm applause
Albeit, I for one took a pause
In delight, I uttered a clause!
Shedding off our dreadful tears
All shared the night without fears
of happiness flew big hugs for bears
Friendship settled in, shooing away wears
Everything ceased when we made that pose
Big smiles touch the lips so rose
Those pictures, expressed not in verbose
Tho it rhymes, this is still my prose.
















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