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A Red Rattle Toy
A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head. I could not hold it upright, Too small my hands, too finite With ten fingers in vain may clutch A furiously spinning axis: The toy rattles, cradles … Continue reading
Posted in collection: untitled (1976), poetry
Tagged axis, cradle, earth, entropy, FOCUS Philippines, innocence, life, mother, rattle toy, revolution, satellite, spinning, symphony, untitled collection, vibrations, violence
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This is not like it, the visions
This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster:
Posted in collection: looking back into ten years, poetry
Tagged Apocalypse, beatles, besieged, butterfly, Che Guevara, computers, consumerism, desolation, dystopia, Focus Philippines Magazine, Four Horsemen, ghosts, gradeschooler, growing up, innocence, poetry, proselytizers, revolutions, schoolmaster, Sulu, visions
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Dragonflies
As a child, have you tried chasing dragonflies across a meadow? Or watched them skim over brooks and pools of rain water? Some memories live like dragonflies. They can suddenly glide in, or glide out of view. Repeatedly, yet elusively. … Continue reading
Posted in nature, poetry
Tagged colors, dragonflies, innocence, loss of innocence, memories, mind the gap, poem, tender age
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