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God of Blessings Poem

Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.
Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.
Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.

Life English Poem

Life Means Exclusive Live,
Mix With Love, Feelings, And Fervent,
It Was Really Magical,
It Is Truly Different.
Life Is Very Short,
Enjoy Every Moments You Have Before
It Was Run Very Fast
So Dont Waste Your Time To Think About More.
Life Is Like A Movie,
It Was Full Of Entertainment.
It Is Show You Real Picture,
You Understand When Finished Of Excitement.
Life Is A Long Road,
Please Walk Alone And Fight To Keep Survive.
It Was Filled With Tears And Happiness,
That I Say Live Means Life.

Happenings English Poem

A transient smile lights up a moonless

a severed head of a patriarch
who refused to open his eyes.

Zero Hour English Poem

It was night’s fury
whipping up hysteria
on specks of flames, dancing in pain.
On a heap of ashes
and bones where a child of death
will be born.
Before fading,
moon will kiss the golden thighs
of sun and think aloud
dying shirtless in intimate
ambit of sky.

Cabitnungan River English Poem

Has lost it’s life
Where the horses.the cows and
The water buffalo’s?
Where are the big rocks?
Where’s the little kids
Playing by the river side?
Catching little fishes and little crabs
Where’s the hanging bridge?
Where are the ladies washing clothes?
Where’s the boatmen and tuggers
That brave the sun.
The wind and the rain?
These anglers have come with hooks.
Sitting by the paradisiacal little shore
Fishing and reading books
Listening to the water whisper
Listen the fish tugging at the lines
Distracting lovers with two minds
Where is the smudgy swirl of the river
That used to swallow
fish and crabs alive?
The swimmers and shy picnickers
Carous in the sun
As life’s quarter spun it’s wheel
While the town has changed
The river has become sad
But with uneasy balanced
The folks are still the same
And all that they seem to be
And all that they seem to me
Are all that they seem to be
In all that they seem to do
Sigh.standing here at the middle
Of a large bridge
I feel my skin like a hide
My tongue as dry as dust
Gone are the beautiful nature
As the sad water flows on
To the Atlantic?Pacific Ocean?
Straight of Cagayan valley?
No.it just flows on.discharging
The wastes.the sorrows and sadness
Of human abjectness…

By:Clairvoyant destiny

Strangers In Sleep English Poem

The dome has collapsed.
You walk in fire on the eve of
exhuming yourself, picking up
the pieces of humming life.
Eye to eye, the patience was wearing
thin, fears had positioned themselves,
at the doors, snarling.
A mass grave was being dug in the distant woods.
On cloudless hills, a raging sun
climbs up to send the dust of miracles,
which never nodded. The faith healers had
failed on ivory stages.
The god is ailing with multiple failures.
Man, are you responsible for this bloodbath
in coldest weather of earth when grievers
were frozen in their tracks?

Two Hands To Clap Poem

Look at us
Funny how you and I
Refusing to stop for a second
Dragging ourselves
From an unsure path
Not knowing where we heading
Look at us
Funny how you and I
Trying to kicked up invisible
Swirls of dust and dirt
Not fleeing to give up
Look at us
Funny how you and I
With the echoes
Of every steps obviously fools
Look at us
Funny how you and I
While there’s nothing to lose
Nor everything to gain
Yet hurrying of don’t know what
Ah look at us
Funny how you and I
The ego of rivalry
Defending where we stand
But then again
It need two hands to clap

by:Clairvoyant destiny