tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245Thu, 29 Aug 2024 04:39:22 +0000"Poetry is life in motion."https://poetry.joemill.com/noreply@blogger.com (Joemill)Blogger32125en-usno"Poetry is life in motion."noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-131560430496089801Thu, 22 Apr 2021 15:10:00 +00002021-04-23T00:00:26.099+08:00The wind carries hopes someplace,along with the riddled trees.Songs and dances forlorn and muted.Paper and ink idle and stubborn.A season of change in the offing.The fallen shall rise again.I trust You with this newness,fully and completely.The past fraught with worriesnow sees no light.The death of a star feels like an eternity,but I obey You.Still, I cherish You.I do truly love You.My heart, https://poetry.joemill.com/2021/04/isaiah-4318-19.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-896218431884945989Mon, 27 Jul 2020 05:28:00 +00002020-07-27T13:28:58.840+08:00The full moon casts the end and the beginning.The river tamarind tree -- dead and slender -- beside the thriving pink bougainvillea-- vibrant, flamboyant, frolicking with butterflies --rises mightily like a distant castle.So cold, the sea breeze leaves me shivering,and I don't want any warmth.I don't want to feel anything. The sky binds my countenance to it,as if I am indebted to its https://poetry.joemill.com/2020/07/all-great-things-above-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-7137868695385281525Mon, 27 Jul 2020 05:23:00 +00002020-07-27T13:23:28.380+08:00I am one grateful man,for the comfort you bring.Softly and patiently,you cover our nestthat I can only be free.Beneath and in between,roses spring across the yard.How beautiful is this peace,as unblemished as the cotton sky.Your quietness is sheep,yet the valor of king.Beyond the rustle of the night,your whispers soothe her to rest.I am from the star,a celestial rock,watching over her.I weep, I https://poetry.joemill.com/2020/07/the-sheets.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-8331575985460927347Sun, 10 May 2020 08:31:00 +00002024-02-19T06:17:31.411+08:00The smell of her dark hair leads me to a field of greens, reds, and pinksSwaying with the sultriness of the wind, a balm to a battle-worn soul.All the birds, never joyless, hum a familiar melody sent from a night sky decked with stars.I feel her nearness as I close my eyes, holding my warm arm.An image of her emerges -- faint sun's vibrant and most eloquent surprise.On a morn of April, she https://poetry.joemill.com/2020/05/her-strength_10.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-3088525969536539692Mon, 18 Apr 2016 05:50:00 +00002016-04-23T10:48:31.478+08:00 The morality of a highbrow bigot can crucify a poor, barefaced soul in seconds. The plebeian gets pounced on a slip -- to death -- profusely bleeding without being heard. Reasons that don't cower in fear and apologies that bury the lowly alive six feet under blindingly shiny shoes, are a murmuring drone of a gnat within earshot. An annoyance to be silenced, or to be stamped out by https://poetry.joemill.com/2016/04/bigotry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-4609532842254505157Wed, 14 Oct 2015 01:58:00 +00002015-10-14T09:58:02.509+08:00 Storm clouds loom over our scarlet cradle - the feelings, the dreams, and the roads. The distressed air knows its own battles; stubborn and wild, it unleashes its might. Birds perch on in abandoned, broken attics, fraught with fear or coldness or hunger. Never to leave until the tempest dies; never to fly until the sun comes up. Heavy, pounded, and loud, earth is soggy, an incurable wound for https://poetry.joemill.com/2015/10/safe-haven.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-1611683269309580767Mon, 31 Aug 2015 07:10:00 +00002020-07-29T15:29:09.826+08:00 Your garden, peppered with your magical touch, lies under capricious heavens and over silent, deep riverbeds. It awaits the season of bloom, which cries of defaulted joy. It is as patient as a vagrant crossing treeless lands, lost and parched and yellow. It is, after all, a child without tantrums. When it survives, you are the proud father. When it grows, green and strong, you have found a https://poetry.joemill.com/2015/08/hardin-sa-mang-uuma-farmers-garden.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-5141167875352961546Sun, 20 Jul 2014 17:09:00 +00002016-06-09T10:27:11.974+08:00 Stones and dust faithfully rest on the unassuming ground, while coal-hued cloak, dotted with minute flashes of light, envelopes the stillness caused by the shy sun. In a manner scattered over a large portion of the earth, they stand, they lie, they roll, they fly, they erupt, they wander. Beneath the claimed sovereignty of these flats, gateways, walls, towers, bridges, and shelters, are the https://poetry.joemill.com/2014/07/stones-and-dust.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-5699392890781221745Tue, 15 Jul 2014 18:08:00 +00002014-07-16T02:08:27.984+08:00The heart and mind of the being are back for good; and all that are held captive in scattered hopes and more the kinetic dreams whistle in uniform sounds that become of the sea, neverending. https://poetry.joemill.com/2014/07/nocturnal-stroll.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-7058978004896403312Sat, 28 Jun 2014 06:54:00 +00002016-06-09T10:24:24.803+08:00 There you are my muse in the nook of my soul, looking out for my god dressed in my faith and hope. How the silence of your mien perpetuates through my afternoon, is to my indignation not; it is the fuel stirring my affair with solitude.  I delight in your fine expression -- coy, playful, full of conviction yet unpredictable. You carry the eyes watered with spring and summer, and direct https://poetry.joemill.com/2014/06/the-plant.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-844707460401473832Sat, 05 Apr 2014 06:06:00 +00002014-04-05T14:06:00.882+08:00 Well, who does not love a superior IQ? It does wonders.  We marvel at your pride. But EQ can trample IQ down so easily. It dares you to be true. We toast at your being a human. We realize. We learn to fly. We soar high as much as we kiss the ground. IQ + EQ, ah, it is a long shot, sometimes. Well, there is a mound of dust. To sweep or to vacuum? That is the second question. Asthma, please https://poetry.joemill.com/2014/04/iq-eq.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-4919855401775032975Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:55:00 +00002016-03-10T17:37:54.625+08:00 Shimmering glow of vivid sky Donned the everlasting amity. In haste, rainbow unfolded its colors To pursue a hope for eternity. Yet, its ends began to banish, Seemed dreams losing reality. Blackened night merely marred life; And death connived at a past. Died and buried with pain, Less hope, struggle ended. Ever-soaring wings resolved in pity. In a sad, damp cold plight we ended. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/death-of-friendship.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-4239539254156005554Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:54:00 +00002016-03-10T17:38:11.118+08:00 Was in the doldrums by ardent guilt, Severed by mind, will, the gloom, Deceived not by charlatan dogma, Courage stifled the hapless bucolic, Only abysmal benightment deepened their sorrow, Reckoned dogsbodies despised through arrogance, Dulcet bells, maimed in silence, Joie de vivre perturbed profoundly on the brink of prime; Whisper of emaciated justice wandered, fear curtailed its span yet. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/faked-by-will.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-8662684208578423712Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:54:00 +00002016-03-10T17:38:02.530+08:00 Celebrated through destiny, Roses of vermillion, saffron, alabaster bloomed. A paradise shaded by erudite hands, Clouds rolled in perfect say, Covering the delicate, jocund sun Casting a shadow so pure, Life bribed a perfect circle For the two's trip to odyssey. Stars, no way not. The cradled field brightened, Seemed sparkles at night's sky. Sophisticated flame cherished, This earth would https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/loving-day-for-two.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-3382015622932998372Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:48:00 +00002017-11-04T02:35:51.286+08:00 The commonplace is Varleim, Where wizards and hags abound; I am a wizard destined To live in Varleim in a forlorn castle there. Ordinary earthly beings are forsaken, Never brave their hearts in entering Varleim For the supernatural will they be greeted? And lose their senses and die. But humans with powers uncertain, In this kind of place be permitted, For the craft among my fellas Allow him https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/i-am-wizard-in-varleim.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-6014018646182293347Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:48:00 +00002016-03-10T17:38:37.917+08:00 The empty space resided in my unknowing mind. But a smile left a trace of joy in my face that would banish the hardships from the day of toil to end. Who caused that so? My Mama. Mama sang her favorite lullaby, which used to be Grandma's. The night willfully accompanied her with the power of chant; in my crib, I swallowed my dream deep down to a somnolent path. Mama sings the lullaby. Hopinghttps://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/mama-sang-lullaby.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-4505690578934521925Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:47:00 +00002014-07-04T21:06:35.396+08:00 In a remote earth, I blinded my eyes. On a distant narrow, black shore, I dreamed of nil. In the day, I saw none but doom. On a vast field, in solitude I stood. In a deserted chamber, I cried 'til I fell. On the river, I hoped be drowned. In the wilderness, wanderer I was. On Everest's apex, I gasped out of hunger. In a blackhole, I plunged to hell. In the shadows, I trembled. In the mist, I https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/sorrowdeathlifesorrow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-1553222183280241540Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:47:00 +00002014-07-04T21:05:14.596+08:00 A ray of light flashes on my face. Your presence secures a dazzling gaze. Adorned by the sweet scent of perfume, Comely you may seem. But solitude and sorrow reign Fear consorts with doubt. Caged in the struggle of silence The most artless love of a lad Reticent lest knowledge would cast desperation, Beyond guilt as yet unspoken. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/love-unspoken.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-3153779934498334251Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:47:00 +00002014-07-04T21:04:09.683+08:00 I never thought you have this feeling That hearts only are dealing; It's only you I know a friend Whom I can share with and depend on; Yet, I can't resist the words you told, They rang my ear somewhat like a bell; Something's really changed when you told me this, And that's what I wonder, is this a heart's tease? https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/somethings-changed-when-you-told-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-624367910703394101Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:46:00 +00002016-03-10T17:38:51.956+08:00 If one deserves love, he frees and unsolicits hate. If one deserves hate, love does he not know. If one deserves respect, his sobriety despises arrogance. If one deserves disbelief, people see him with no reputation. If one deserves trust, he is an admirer of fidelity. If one deserves betrayal, marred is the value of relationship. If one deserves praise, his talents does he not overlook. If https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/rule-of-chastity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-6777912358210445968Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:46:00 +00002014-07-04T21:02:35.540+08:00 I loved you oh as eyes were stars; I loved you oh as lips were blood-shown; I loved you oh as skin was a full-bloomed sampaguita; I loved you as hair was black as night would come; And your eyes hypnotized me in illusion; Notwithstanding, I realized this was love at first sight, So uncomfortable at the start yet gradually disappeared. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/i-loved-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-2349473358268813034Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:45:00 +00002014-07-04T21:00:13.623+08:00 Cast a spell to death certain. From below life survives revival. A shadow of the past would turn to soul. Pained profoundly yet in tales and illusion. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/elixir.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-7692317790886051690Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:45:00 +00002014-07-04T20:59:04.663+08:00 Close your eyes and hear silence, As if the world has shut herself. Detest, be upset, lock the door. Time seems to cease in solitude. No one deserves one in sobriety, For logic and sense have the answers. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/scolded.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-8645328697782537714Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:45:00 +00002014-07-04T20:58:06.539+08:00 The sad revolves around life where the unhappy glooms. Shadows cast a hurtful soul, spirited through a mere revolution. The sky resembles a cover of blackness, lifelessness. The owl feels and screams of often haunting noise. Fear embraces fear. The forest seems a nearing threat, a dagger to the back. Blood curdles in the midst, left cold, dying, adieu. https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/haunting.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-2401324669436520220Sat, 23 Jan 2010 05:43:00 +00002010-01-23T13:52:48.138+08:00Time won't tell when you'll knowThe feeling touched by Cupid's arrow and bow;Deep inside in comfort you lie,This feeling I swear won't die.If you only knew,Without you I'm in blue;So please give me time,To express this feeling of mine.https://poetry.joemill.com/2010/01/time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joemill)0