musings

a couple of verses
at the height
of the night
makes me delight
in your glorious light.

This poem and those that will follow are from my newest collection of poetry. I started writing 28 May 2009. Most of them, if not all, are untitled. Instead of a title, I’ll put on the title of ever post the exact date and time I actually write it.

Today we celebrate the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Last year it was held on 19 June. I wrote a poem that very day at 10:37 in the evening:

In you, O Lord, I place all my TRUST.
To you I give up all my cares.
To you I loft up my troubles, worries and pains
yet still I am withholding,
my life you are longing…
for I feel unfitting
to do and be your bidding.

I fear, O Lord, and so I pray,
please journey with me day by day.

I want…
something
a thing,
from her
I want.

I care…
she cared
she cares,
for me
I care.

I love…
I gaved
I cared,
for her
I love.

May has gone by so fast. I’ve just exhausted the contents of my collection titled “From Mem’ry Culled.” I’ve noticed that it is hard to read a poem in segments – verse by verse. So, as you may have noticed already, I decided to post my poems at length. Still the poems you’ll be reading in the coming days are part of my opus circa 2007, part of the collection I named “On love, On life, On light, In verse, I write.” Here’s the first of the 10 poems in this collection:

I miss thee
and thy sweet smile,
thy lovely face
who, at my sight, hath never frowned.

I miss thee
and thy calm voice,
thy simple melody
who hath never left my thought.

I miss thee
and thy hand,
thy strong grip
who hath never let me slip.

I miss thee
and thy arms,
thy tender cradle
who hath consoled me in my distress.

I miss thee,
truly I miss thou –
thy ways, thy face
who always hath been there and
led me to thy God.

Regret, never did I
even if it made me cry
for when I miss thee –
thy face, thy ways isn’t really my why,
but the love I felt and freely given
– that’s why… I miss thee.

helpless by myself, I am.
to battle this, on my own, I can’t.
Thine help, I need.

my desires of flesh,
creeping within myself.
useless, I feel –
looking at my self –
falling for the same pits,
missing the point, still.

seems haunting me for
some sort of fee
perhaps debts unpaid – from all my faults –
yes, I did fall.

I stomped my feet,
can’t get out of the beat.
I run from it
yet I can’t be free.