tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77430428339981182452024-02-21T03:30:11.765+08:00Penwritings"Poetry is life in motion."Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-1315604304960898012021-04-22T23:10:00.002+08:002021-04-23T00:00:26.099+08:00Isaiah 43:18-19The 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, Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-8962184318849459892020-07-27T13:28:00.001+08:002020-07-27T13:28:58.840+08:00All The Great Things Above MeThe 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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-71378686953852815252020-07-27T13:23:00.000+08:002020-07-27T13:23:28.380+08:00The SheetsI 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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-83315759854609273472020-05-10T16:31:00.002+08:002024-02-19T06:17:31.411+08:00Her StrengthThe 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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-30885259695365396922016-04-18T13:50:00.002+08:002016-04-23T10:48:31.478+08:00Bigotry
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-46095328422545051572015-10-14T09:58:00.000+08:002015-10-14T09:58:02.509+08:00Safe Haven
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-16116832693095807672015-08-31T15:10:00.003+08:002020-07-29T15:29:09.826+08:00Hardin sa Mang-uuma (A Farmer's Garden)
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-51411678753529615462014-07-21T01:09:00.002+08:002016-06-09T10:27:11.974+08:00Stones and Dust
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-56993928907812217452014-07-16T02:08:00.001+08:002014-07-16T02:08:27.984+08:00Nocturnal StrollThe 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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-70589780048964033122014-06-28T14:54:00.002+08:002016-06-09T10:24:24.803+08:00The Plant
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-8447074604014738322014-04-05T14:06:00.000+08:002014-04-05T14:06:00.882+08:00IQ + EQ
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-49198554017750329752010-01-23T13:55:00.001+08:002016-03-10T17:37:54.625+08:00Death of Friendship
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-42395392541560055542010-01-23T13:54:00.003+08:002016-03-10T17:38:11.118+08:00Faked by Will
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-86626842085784237122010-01-23T13:54:00.001+08:002016-03-10T17:38:02.530+08:00Loving Day for Two
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-33820156229329983722010-01-23T13:48:00.003+08:002017-11-04T02:35:51.286+08:00I am a Wizard in Varleim
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-60140186461822933472010-01-23T13:48:00.001+08:002016-03-10T17:38:37.917+08:00Mama Sang the Lullaby
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.
HopingJoemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-45056905789345219252010-01-23T13:47:00.004+08:002014-07-04T21:06:35.396+08:00Sorrow...Death...Life...Sorrow
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-15532221832802415402010-01-23T13:47:00.003+08:002014-07-04T21:05:14.596+08:00The Love Unspoken
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-31537799344983342512010-01-23T13:47:00.001+08:002014-07-04T21:04:09.683+08:00Something's Changed When You Told Me This
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?
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-6243679107033941012010-01-23T13:46:00.003+08:002016-03-10T17:38:51.956+08:00The Rule of Chastity
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 Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-67779123582104459682010-01-23T13:46:00.001+08:002014-07-04T21:02:35.540+08:00I Loved You
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-23494733582688130342010-01-23T13:45:00.004+08:002014-07-04T21:00:13.623+08:00Elixir
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-76923177908860516902010-01-23T13:45:00.003+08:002014-07-04T20:59:04.663+08:00Scolded
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-86453286977825377142010-01-23T13:45:00.001+08:002014-07-04T20:58:06.539+08:00Haunting
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.
Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743042833998118245.post-24013246694365202202010-01-23T13:43:00.000+08:002010-01-23T13:52:48.138+08:00TimeTime 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.Joemillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05944524488026979375noreply@blogger.com0