thought so.

February 17, 2003 at 8:55 am (LJ import, poems) (, )

I am free verse,
and know the rules,
and use them -
when they suit me,
which admittedly
tends not to be the case.
Authority,
tradition, laws;
very much not
my sort
of thing,
I fear.
Perhaps, on occasion,
I go too far in the opposite direction,
and shun the accepted merely because it’s accepted,
accepting its opposite merely because it isn’t;
but since it’s clearly
better that than
being normal;
well,
why
not?

What Poetry Form Are You?

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Night-witnessed.

February 17, 2003 at 8:33 am (LJ import, her handwriting, poems) (, )

Your face – smooth, rough, glad; stars
in your hair – short, spiked, sweet-
smelling as your hands – long, swift, graceful
warm, your embrace, your circumstances
your contradictions, my reasons, my truths
my buttons, your switches, your collections
of stars, mine of moonlight, here in this
darkness, this room, your bed, soft, wrapped
surrounded – by all that we have lost to each other.
Lost. Given. Taken. Received.
Presented. Offered. Shared. Cherished.
We could be wound and salve, sky and sea,
lines in poetry. Two of anything in
romantic proximity. Yes, we are, that’s it -
you and me. Us. Now.

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rediscovering poetry, remembering… remembering…

December 13, 2002 at 1:15 pm (LJ import, poems) (, )

Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in:

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,

Say that health and wealth have missed me,

Say I’m growing old, but add,

Jenny kissed me.

–Rondeau, Leigh Hunt

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hello again, LiveJournal…

December 7, 2002 at 11:31 am (LJ import, poems) (, )

Stars over snow

And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star —
Look for a lovely thing and
you will find it, It is not far—
 It never will be far.. 

-Night, Sara Teasdale

 

 

 

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look what i found!!!

July 17, 2002 at 5:27 pm (LJ import, her handwriting, poems, sillies) (, , )

my first and only attempt at poetry writing in filipino!
i found it on a polsci test booklet.
and must’ve been too ashamed to pass my paper waaaaayyyy ahead of my classmates as a sign that i didn’t have that much answers to the test questions…

here goes…


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06.29.00

hindi kita tatawagan ngayon.

kahit na kating-kati na akong
humawak ng telepono,
kahit na sabik na sabik na akong
marinig ang boses mo,
kahit na may sangkatutak akong kwentong
para lang sa’yo,
at kahit na ang pagsambit mo ng ingat ako
ang tanging bubuo ng araw ko,

hindi pa rin kita tatawagan ngayon.

bukas na lang siguro.

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